‘I agree.’
‘So when we go tell her, we’ll act like a couple.’
She bit into her lower lip. ‘Whenwego tell her?’
‘She’ll never buy it otherwise.’
‘Right.’
‘It’s not a big deal,’ he muttered. ‘A few days in Italy, maybe a week, so she can see this is legitimate. And then we’re done.’
‘Yeah,’ she said, nodding slowly.
‘In terms of the wedding,’ he lifted his shoulders. ‘I am more than happy to leave the details to you. If you want the whole big circus, that’s fine. Or if you’d prefer to simply get married and leave it at that, I’m fine with that, as well.’
She frowned. ‘I presume your grandmother would want to be there.’
‘I suppose so, yes, but at the end of the day, as long as she thinks I’m in love again, she won’t mind the details either.’
‘A small wedding, as soon as we can legally arrange it, with our closest friends and family. Yes?’
‘Fine.’
‘Okay.’ She expelled a soft breath. ‘Anything else?’
He flicked at his black bow tie until it opened, then undid the top button of his shirt, revealing a hint of his tanned chest and hair.
Her heart rate accelerated. The predictable physical response to this man was none the less powerful for being expected.
‘I’ll have a prenuptial agreement drawn up.’
She wrinkled her nose. ‘That hadn’t even occurred to me. What kind of lawyer does that make me?’
‘A trusting one,’ he said.
‘I’m not interested in your money.’
‘It’s to protect you as much as it is me.’
She was about to point out that she had very few assets, but of course, that wasn’t true. Not only was there the trust fund her father had set up for her, but there was also the matter of the Papandreo Group, which was worth trillions.
And once they were married, it would be hers.
All hers.
Satisfaction seared her, so hard and fast it stung.
‘In terms of our personal relationship,’ he was continuing. ‘So long as we maintain the status quo, I can’t see any problems developing.’
‘And the status quo is...’
‘We keep it simple,’ he pointed out. ‘You and I don’t talk about anything serious or personal. Sex is sex, everything else is irrelevant.’
A small smile lifted the corner of her mouth, but inside, there was a familiar coldness spreading through her organs. ‘We’re good at that.’
He nodded once, his eyes dropping to her lips, lingering there, making her heart slam against her ribs.
‘We must almost be home,’ she said, a little breathlessly.
