Electa felt suddenly as if she was suffocating. A sizzle of self-awareness imprisoned her breath. Adrastos was looking at what she was wearing, his too-dark eyes coming alive with a glow which highlighted their true rich brown color as he swept them down over her black mini-skirt with green patterns teamed with a flimsy black chiffon top.
The tension began to throb between them as Adrastos followed the way the skirt clung to her tiny waist and fell in soft gathers three-quarters of the way up her lengthy thighs. Without the matt black tights, the skirt would be indecent. With the tights what that tiny skirt did for the length of her legs was nothing short of sensational.
What the flimsy top did for the high, firm rounded breasts he could see moving behind the gauzy fabric was, however, a different thing ent
“Do you need me to spell it out to you before you recognize what’s going on here, Electa?” Adrastos rasped. “The rings don’t matter. But the credit card he took matters! If we let Flynn get away with what he has done, what do you think he’s going to take next? Or, worse, who is he going to steal from to finance his gambling habit?”“It’s not gambling!” Electa heard herself repeat Flynn’s own defense from a hazy place filled with horror and self-disgust. “Y-you speculate on the markets all the time, Adrastos, and I’ve never heard you call it gambling.”“I don’t steal from other people to do it. I don’t drag my family down to a level where they are forced to defend me like you are doing now… just to save his face!” Guilty as charged, Electa quivered out a pained, shaken breath.“Adras
“I’m coming to bed, ‘zoi mou’, Adrastos murmured impassively.” (n/a - Here means ‘sweetheart’, ‘honey’, ‘darling’ but usually means ‘my life’) Electa clutched the duvet all the tighter.“Are you joking? Not in this bed! And not with me, you’re not!” His response was to cast the robe aside with the casual grace of silent intent. He was wearing nothing beneath it, not a single solitary stitch, and was so absolutely carelessly at home with his naked beauty he just stood there and let her look her fill. Electa’s mouth dried up. The helpless need to reacquaint herself with every familiar contour sent her eyes drinking in every glossy square inch.
Electa’s eyes were almost closed. She was trying so hard not to let his huskily delivered taunts spark a response from her. But her body was not playing. Her body was stirring up every sense she possessed. As if he knew it, Adrastos shifted on her slightly, and the tips of her breasts stung as they sprang into tight, tingling pinpricks of feeling against the tautly stretched duvet. Gently but surely, Adrastos pressed his hips downwards, and the greater contact with her thighs made them start to pulse. And still, his fingers continued to hover a hair’s breadth from her cheeks. Still, his mouth maintained that tiny tantalizing gap above hers.“Come on, Electa mou, say something,” he encouraged. “Describe how these many lovers matched up to me… I can’t wait to hear all about
‘Great willpower you have, Electa,’ she thought grimly, then glanced up sharply as Anna suddenly rushed into speech.“I’m sorry for staring so much, but… You’re Electa Harrison, aren’t you? Oh, what am I asking…? Of course, you are! Gosh, you’re even more beautiful in the flesh than you look in all those magazines…” Thoroughly startled by this unexpected compliment, Electa just stared, and Anna started blushing as if she’d made some terrible mistake. Electa suddenly saw how young she was, and actually kind of cute. Despite possessing the sexiest curves she’d seen in a long time, being in the industry Electa was in, Anna Williams had a natural warmth about her that made Electa feel mean for being so cool with her.“Let&r
He was wearing a grey pinstripe suit that draped his long, powerful frame as if it loved being there, and he looked absolutely sensational. Tall, dark, and tanned, with the kind of hard-angled, well-balanced features that just instinctively attracted women to him: the exotic curve of his cheekbones, the thin nose, the gorgeously sexy full, sensual mouth. Her stomach was churning and her eyes were unwillingly glued to the slightly sardonic gleam in his. And Adrastos was smiling. But, worse than all of that put together, Electa could see him naked again, after his conceited pose beside the bed he had dumped her on last night. And this was a guy who liked snowboarding down the Alps or skydiving off them. The same guy who swam umpteen laps of his swimming pool every day before breakfast and could pump iron without breaking into a
Electa couldn’t move. A deep chill of foreboding was settling over her. Adrastos was going to give up on her. He’d changed his mind because he was already fed up with her shrewish attitude. She could feel the change of heart bouncing off the grim hardness of his long, elegant stance.“Adrastos… Please…” She didn’t even care that she sounded pleading.“‘Please’, Electa?” he quizzed cynically. “Now, there is a word I don’t hear from you too often. Tell me, are you begging for your brother’s sake or for your own sake?”“I just don’t understand what’s the matter with you!” she cried. “I thought we had an… an agreement, but you’re sending me so many confusing signals I no longer know what I’m supposed to
Adrastos turned the Range Rover in through the gates of Kamari Leventis, his property in Santorini, and drove into a tunnel of trees. Darkness swallowed them up in a moment. The narrow driveway twisted and turned from there on, keeping them climbing steadily, as they had been doing since they’d left Fira behind. As the tunnel of trees eventually thinned out, Electa shifted on her seat for the first time since they’d swapped Adrastos’s private jet for his sturdy four-wheel drive. She had visited this place only once before, which felt oddly unnatural now, when this was after all her husband’s main home. He also owned an apartment in a beautiful building in the center of Athens, which they’d used to use a lot. But this fabulous estate, with its forests and neatly tended formal gardens, was almost a strange
Turning around, Electa crossed the bedroom and stepped beneath one of the plaster archways which stood on either side of the huge, deeply carved bed. The archway opened up into a spacious, custom-designed dressing room she could have fitted the whole of her London flat inside. She crossed the floor to where she remembered the bathroom was located, and by the time she’d run a bath in the huge porcelain tub, and indulged herself by soaking in it for ages, Electa began to feel more human again. Wrapped in the velvet-smooth white bathrobe she’d found hanging behind the door, Electa padded out of the bathroom, only to pull to a stop in surprise when she discovered that while she’d been soaking in the bathtub, her things had been unpacked and put away. He