Their summer affair had been full of hidden rendezvous and secret embraces. As nanny to Stavros and Nikki’s daughters,she’d been part of the staff, and Christos…well he’d been busy away from Mykonos during the week, flying in on the weekends and sweeping her off to his yacht the minute her shift with the girls ended. Feeding her exotic foods, telling her tales of the sea and making love to her.
She followed him down the stairs into the formal living room. He went to the wet bar and poured two fingers of Scotch into a glass.
“We need to talk,” Christos said.
“About?”
“Theo’s religion. We’re all Greek Orthodox. I’d like you both to convert.”
“Ah…I’ll think about it,” she said, religion having not been on her mind. “I was hoping we could spend some time together tonight and get to know each other better.”
“Doing what?”
She wasn’t sure. She’d been sneaking around to see Christos during their torrid affair and she had no idea what he usually did with his free time. On Mykonos he’d talked of little besides the passion that flowed so powerfully between them.
“I don’t know. Watch a game, or talk, or whatever it is that you like to do.”
“Come over here, Ava,” he said.
She took a few steps into the room and then realized that she wasn’t being herself. She was still stuck in the past when it came to Christos. She wasn’t as shy as he always made her feel. Pushing aside the doubts that had been brought on by the way things had ended between them, she sank down onto the white leather couch. “You come here.”
He arched one eyebrow at her in that totally arrogant way of his.
He poured himself another drink and came over to her side. Sprawling out on the couch, stretching his free arm along the back, he took a sip of his drink and just watched her.
“Now what?”
She thought about it. Somehow she had the idea that telling him to take off his shirt wasn’t going to really help her quest to know more about the man he’d become. But it would satisfy her curiosity.
“Ava, you’re staring again.”
“I can’t help it. There’s a part of me that can’t believe you’re really here.”
She realized she’d surprised him when he stiffened on the couch.
“Staring at me helps?”
“No. I stare at you because…” She took a deep breath. “Because you’re incredibly attractive and I’ve always liked looking at you.”
He leaned forward, putting his glass on the coffee table. “That’s good.”
“Is it?”
“We’re going to be married,” he said.
“Is this going to be a real marriage?” she asked.
He pushed to his feet. “I’m not interested in being married to an unfaithful woman.”
“I’m not interested in any man but you, Christos. I never have been.”
He looked at her. “If you even look at another man…”
The jealousy she remembered. And she had no way to combat it. He had to trust her. And she had to show him that he could. “I’m only looking at you.”
“Prove it.”
“How?”
