chapter eight

Three weeks later Sophia was balancing plates in a small taverna tucked away in the labyrinth of backstreets near the famous Acropolis when she heard a commotion behind her.

‘Hey, Anna, take a look at him,’ breathed Mariana, the waitress who had persuaded the owner to give Sophia a job when she’d appeared out of nowhere only hours after she’d slipped away from the luxurious confines of Damian’s yacht. ‘That man is smoking hot. He should come fitted with air-conditioning.’

Terrified of losing concentration and dropping the plates, Sophia focused on her task until the meals were safely delivered to the table. ‘Two moussaka, one sofrito and one kleftiko.

She was so nervous of doing something wrong and losing her job she didn’t even look to see who was attracting everyone’s attention and anyway, she’d had enough of ‘smoking hot’ men. ‘Can I fetch you anything else?’‘Just that indecently sexy Greek man who has just taken the table behind you, honey,’ the woman murmured, her eyes fixed in th