please.'
'But there may come a time,' he suggested softly, 'when you may also wish
to—please me.'
There was a swift, taut silence, then Zoe shrugged. It seems to me that
there are quite enough people doing that already,' she told him lightly. She
managed, somehow, not to glance at the table across the room, and the
sullen looks being directed at them by the Greek beauty.
His mouth twisted in wry acknowledgement 'Maybe you have been sent to
Thania to teach me the error of my ways.'
'I think that would take far more time than I have to spare,' she dismissed.
'And I think you are right, agapi mou .' He grinned lazily at her. It would probably take a lifetime. And in the meantime, I shal teach you to dance. A
much easier thing.' He got to his feet. 'Come.'
'Wel , it was one thing she could agree to, Zoe thought with an inward sigh
as she rose and fol owed him. Probably the only thing. And she sighed
again.
It was an unforgettable evening, a breathless, exhilarating whirl of sound
and rhythm, allowing her no time to think, or question the wisdom of her
actions. Her head was spinning. She felt as if she were flying.
And Andreas was at her side throughout, joined to her always by that
square, of white linen, whispering encouragement, the dark eyes intent on
her flushed, happy face.
'No more,' she protested laughingly, at last, leaning against one of the
wooden posts that supported the overhead vine, a hand pressed to her side.
'But the night is only just beginning.'
Zoe shook her head. 'Not for me,' she said: 'I need to get some rest. As it is,
I probably shan't be able to walk in the morning. My feet will be too sore.'
'Then ride instead.' His voice was quiet, but insistent. 'I wil bring the Jeep to the hotel at ten o'clock, and show you my island.'
Zoe hesitated. Dancing with him, surrounded by a crowd of other people,
was one thing. Spending a whole day together on their own was a different
matter entirely.
Her throat tightened. She said, uncertainly, 'Andreas…'
'Zoe mou ,' he returned softly. He studied her for a moment. 'Are you truly so scared to be alone with me?'
'No,' she said. 'Of course not.'
He grinned at her. 'Little liar.' He paused, his face becoming serious again.
'But I swear you have nothing to fear. You honour me with your company,
nothing more.'
He added softly, 'Besides, I shal never ask anything of you, agapi mou , that you do not wish to give.' He put one hand under her chin, tilting up her face,
making her look at him. 'Now wil you come with me?'
She heard herself say, 'Why not?' And could immediately think of a
thousand sane and sensible reasons to refuse. But she'd committed herself
now, and she would not go back on her word. Her pride would not al ow it.
She felt his thumb stroke the line of her jaw, gentle as a feather from the
breast of a dove, and smothered an instinctive gasp as she felt her nipples
harden instinctively against the soft fabric of her dress.
She took a hasty step backwards, jerking her chin away, and the abrupt
movement proved the last straw for her already dishevel ed hair, which
came tumbling down onto her shoulders.
'Damn.' She made a dive for the clasp which had fal en to the floor, but
Andreas was too quick for her, straightening with the worked silver clip in his
hand.
'Leave it,' he advised, the dark eyes warm and slumbrous as they observed
her. 'Your hair is better like that. Beautiful. And it wil soon be spread across
a pil ow anyway,' he added softly.
Heat rose in her face. The image was too personal—too intimate, and she
needed to distance herself, and fast before, dear God, that
too-knowledgeable gaze of his observed her state of arousal.
She held out her hand. 'May I have my clip back, please?'
'Tomorrow,' he said, and slipped it into his trouser pocket. 'After you have
seen Thania with me.'
Zoe bit her lip. She said, coldly, 'Perhaps I'l decide it isn't worth the trouble, after all.'
'Then it wil stay with
'But there may come a time,' he suggested softly, 'when you may also wish
to—please me.'
There was a swift, taut silence, then Zoe shrugged. It seems to me that
there are quite enough people doing that already,' she told him lightly. She
managed, somehow, not to glance at the table across the room, and the
sullen looks being directed at them by the Greek beauty.
His mouth twisted in wry acknowledgement 'Maybe you have been sent to
Thania to teach me the error of my ways.'
'I think that would take far more time than I have to spare,' she dismissed.
'And I think you are right, agapi mou .' He grinned lazily at her. It would probably take a lifetime. And in the meantime, I shal teach you to dance. A
much easier thing.' He got to his feet. 'Come.'
'Wel , it was one thing she could agree to, Zoe thought with an inward sigh
as she rose and fol owed him. Probably the only thing. And she sighed
again.
It was an unforgettable evening, a breathless, exhilarating whirl of sound
and rhythm, allowing her no time to think, or question the wisdom of her
actions. Her head was spinning. She felt as if she were flying.
And Andreas was at her side throughout, joined to her always by that
square, of white linen, whispering encouragement, the dark eyes intent on
her flushed, happy face.
'No more,' she protested laughingly, at last, leaning against one of the
wooden posts that supported the overhead vine, a hand pressed to her side.
'But the night is only just beginning.'
Zoe shook her head. 'Not for me,' she said: 'I need to get some rest. As it is,
I probably shan't be able to walk in the morning. My feet will be too sore.'
'Then ride instead.' His voice was quiet, but insistent. 'I wil bring the Jeep to the hotel at ten o'clock, and show you my island.'
Zoe hesitated. Dancing with him, surrounded by a crowd of other people,
was one thing. Spending a whole day together on their own was a different
matter entirely.
Her throat tightened. She said, uncertainly, 'Andreas…'
'Zoe mou ,' he returned softly. He studied her for a moment. 'Are you truly so scared to be alone with me?'
'No,' she said. 'Of course not.'
He grinned at her. 'Little liar.' He paused, his face becoming serious again.
'But I swear you have nothing to fear. You honour me with your company,
nothing more.'
He added softly, 'Besides, I shal never ask anything of you, agapi mou , that you do not wish to give.' He put one hand under her chin, tilting up her face,
making her look at him. 'Now wil you come with me?'
She heard herself say, 'Why not?' And could immediately think of a
thousand sane and sensible reasons to refuse. But she'd committed herself
now, and she would not go back on her word. Her pride would not al ow it.
She felt his thumb stroke the line of her jaw, gentle as a feather from the
breast of a dove, and smothered an instinctive gasp as she felt her nipples
harden instinctively against the soft fabric of her dress.
She took a hasty step backwards, jerking her chin away, and the abrupt
movement proved the last straw for her already dishevel ed hair, which
came tumbling down onto her shoulders.
'Damn.' She made a dive for the clasp which had fal en to the floor, but
Andreas was too quick for her, straightening with the worked silver clip in his
hand.
'Leave it,' he advised, the dark eyes warm and slumbrous as they observed
her. 'Your hair is better like that. Beautiful. And it wil soon be spread across
a pil ow anyway,' he added softly.
Heat rose in her face. The image was too personal—too intimate, and she
needed to distance herself, and fast before, dear God, that
too-knowledgeable gaze of his observed her state of arousal.
She held out her hand. 'May I have my clip back, please?'
'Tomorrow,' he said, and slipped it into his trouser pocket. 'After you have
seen Thania with me.'
Zoe bit her lip. She said, coldly, 'Perhaps I'l decide it isn't worth the trouble, after all.'
'Then it wil stay with
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