his hand away, stand up tall in front of him and place a hand on my hip. “Try to take that cock out of your ass next time, mate, before you open your mouth to a lady.”
I see the look of shock register on his face, and he is about to retort before I push past him and enter the office.
“I’m not here to make nice, so let’s get down to business,” I tell him in Greek.
Stefanos looks up at me and smiles, grabs hold of my hand and kisses it softly with his warm lips. While he is kissing, my mind wonders to what other things those lips could be doing. Stefanos sees my smile and smirks at me like he knows exactly what I am thinking.
“Nice ink, by the way,” he says before retreating to his side of the desk.
I try to cover my blush creeping along my face, but it doesn’t work as he catches it and smirks at me.
––––––––
W e are halfway through sorting out distributors when a blonde bombshell comes walking through the door without knocking. I look over to Stefanos with raised eyebrows, and he just pulls a panty-dropping smile.
“Bree, what do I owe the pleasure?” Stefanos says to her. She takes me in, looks the other way in a disapproving manner, and plants herself on Stefanos’ lap.
“I wanted to come and spend lunch with you, baby,” she says, and I cough out loud so I don’t witness this shit. Stefanos looks up at me and gives a questionable look.
“Look, if you want to play hanky-panky, do it on your own time,” I say then get up to leave with Rock following close behind me.
I feel his presence before I see him. “It’s not safe for you to leave without more than one guard,” he tells me, grabbing my arm with rough hands.
“Don’t get your knickers in a knot, mate; I’m only going to the hotel.” I can feel his stare penetrating the side of my head, and I will myself not to look at him; I’m unsuccessful and turn around to him smiling.
“What?” I ask him to explain the look of triumph on his face.
“Princess, I don’t wear knickers, so there can only be one thing down there getting in a knot. Feel free to untangle it anytime,” he says, leaning casually close to my face.
“Sorry, never going to happen, so you best be getting your bimbo to do that shit for you,” I tell him and walk off.
I’m not at the hotel long before there is knocking on my door. I have showered and am now in nothing but a robe with my long hair down. I answer the door, thinking it’s room service, but to my surprise, it’s the Greek God himself. I look at him, still in his black suit with neat hair; he has a strange look on his face, and he pushes his way past me and heads for the mini bar in my room.
I’m in disbelief as to why he is here and follow him; he grabs a bottle of bourbon and chugs it back.
“What are you doing here, Stefanos?” I ask him, still watching him drinking from my mini bar.
“Your father wants us to sort out the problem we’re having, and he thinks you can help with that, though I disagree” he scoffs at me.
“Excuse you.”
“You heard me, Princess. I don’t see what help a little girl like you could offer.” He starts laughing at me, and my anger is to a boiling point now. I turn half my body away from him, swing around and clobber him straight in the jaw; he falls straight on his ass.
I hear Rock enter, probably due to the commotion. He walks in with a singlet on, looks down on the floor, shrugs his shoulders when he sees who I hit this time and walks out. I tend to use my fist when I’m angry. I don’t think; I act, and yes, that can be a downfall.
“Fuck,” I hear him swear, standing up and rubbing his jaw. I shoot him a look not to piss me off again and head to the room to change.
“Dress in something elegant; we are going to a ball!” Stefanos yells after me.
I go to my room to see what I have packed and find a floor-length, black dress that covers all my tattoos. I slip on my black garters so I can secure a knife into them and tie it
I see the look of shock register on his face, and he is about to retort before I push past him and enter the office.
“I’m not here to make nice, so let’s get down to business,” I tell him in Greek.
Stefanos looks up at me and smiles, grabs hold of my hand and kisses it softly with his warm lips. While he is kissing, my mind wonders to what other things those lips could be doing. Stefanos sees my smile and smirks at me like he knows exactly what I am thinking.
“Nice ink, by the way,” he says before retreating to his side of the desk.
I try to cover my blush creeping along my face, but it doesn’t work as he catches it and smirks at me.
––––––––
W e are halfway through sorting out distributors when a blonde bombshell comes walking through the door without knocking. I look over to Stefanos with raised eyebrows, and he just pulls a panty-dropping smile.
“Bree, what do I owe the pleasure?” Stefanos says to her. She takes me in, looks the other way in a disapproving manner, and plants herself on Stefanos’ lap.
“I wanted to come and spend lunch with you, baby,” she says, and I cough out loud so I don’t witness this shit. Stefanos looks up at me and gives a questionable look.
“Look, if you want to play hanky-panky, do it on your own time,” I say then get up to leave with Rock following close behind me.
I feel his presence before I see him. “It’s not safe for you to leave without more than one guard,” he tells me, grabbing my arm with rough hands.
“Don’t get your knickers in a knot, mate; I’m only going to the hotel.” I can feel his stare penetrating the side of my head, and I will myself not to look at him; I’m unsuccessful and turn around to him smiling.
“What?” I ask him to explain the look of triumph on his face.
“Princess, I don’t wear knickers, so there can only be one thing down there getting in a knot. Feel free to untangle it anytime,” he says, leaning casually close to my face.
“Sorry, never going to happen, so you best be getting your bimbo to do that shit for you,” I tell him and walk off.
I’m not at the hotel long before there is knocking on my door. I have showered and am now in nothing but a robe with my long hair down. I answer the door, thinking it’s room service, but to my surprise, it’s the Greek God himself. I look at him, still in his black suit with neat hair; he has a strange look on his face, and he pushes his way past me and heads for the mini bar in my room.
I’m in disbelief as to why he is here and follow him; he grabs a bottle of bourbon and chugs it back.
“What are you doing here, Stefanos?” I ask him, still watching him drinking from my mini bar.
“Your father wants us to sort out the problem we’re having, and he thinks you can help with that, though I disagree” he scoffs at me.
“Excuse you.”
“You heard me, Princess. I don’t see what help a little girl like you could offer.” He starts laughing at me, and my anger is to a boiling point now. I turn half my body away from him, swing around and clobber him straight in the jaw; he falls straight on his ass.
I hear Rock enter, probably due to the commotion. He walks in with a singlet on, looks down on the floor, shrugs his shoulders when he sees who I hit this time and walks out. I tend to use my fist when I’m angry. I don’t think; I act, and yes, that can be a downfall.
“Fuck,” I hear him swear, standing up and rubbing his jaw. I shoot him a look not to piss me off again and head to the room to change.
“Dress in something elegant; we are going to a ball!” Stefanos yells after me.
I go to my room to see what I have packed and find a floor-length, black dress that covers all my tattoos. I slip on my black garters so I can secure a knife into them and tie it
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