Playing by the Greek's Rules by Sarah Morgan Page B

so upset she hadn’t had the heart to cut him off.
    The conversation had left her feeling ever so slightly sick, an emotion she knew was ridiculous given that she hadn’t ever met Kostas and barely knew his son. Why should it bother her that there were clearly problems in their relationship?
    Her natural instinct had been to intervene but she’d recognised instantly the danger in that. Nik wasn’t a man who appreciated the interference of others in anything, least of all his personal life.
    The black look he’d given her had been as much responsible for her rapid exit as her own lack of familiarity with the morning-after etiquette following rebound sex.
    She’d taken advantage of his temporary absorption in the phone call to make a hasty escape, but not before she’d heard enough to make her wish for a happy ending. Whatever damage lay in their past, she wanted them to fix their problems.
    She always wanted people to fix their problems.
    Lily blinked rapidly, realising that Brittany was talking. ‘Sorry?’
    â€˜So he doesn’t know you left?’
    â€˜He knows by now.’
    â€˜He won’t be pleased that you didn’t say goodbye.’
    â€˜He’ll be delighted. He doesn’t want emotional engagement. No awkward conversations. He will be relieved to be spared a potentially awkward conversation. We move in different circles so I probably won’t ever see him again.’ And that shouldn’t bother her, should it? Although a one-night stand was new to her, she was the expert at transitory relationships. Her entire life had been a series of transitory relationships. No one had ever stuck in her life. She felt like an abandoned railway station where trains passed through but never stopped.
    Brittany glanced out of the window at the street below and raised her eyebrows. ‘I think you’re going to see him again a whole lot sooner than you think.’
    â€˜What makes you say that?’
    â€˜Because he’s just pulled up outside our apartment.’
    Lily’s heart felt as if it were trying to escape from her chest. ‘Are you sure?’
    â€˜Well there’s a Ferrari parked outside that costs more than I’m going to earn in a lifetime, so, unless there is someone else living in this building that has attracted his attention, he clearly has things he wants to say to you.’
    â€˜Oh
no
.’ Lily shrank against the door of the bedroom. ‘Can you see his face? Does he look angry?’
    â€˜What reason would he have to be angry?’ Brittany glanced out of the window again and then back at Lily. ‘Is this about the shirt? He can afford to lose one shirt, surely?’
    â€˜I don’t think he’s here because of the shirt,’ Lily said weakly. ‘I think he’s here because of something I did this morning. I’m going to hide on the balcony and you’re going to tell him you haven’t seen me.’
    Brittany looked at her curiously. ‘What did you do?’
    Lily flinched as she heard a loud hammering on the door. ‘Remember—you haven’t seen me.’ She fled into the bedroom they shared and closed the door.
    What was he doing here?
    She’d seen the flash of anger in his eyes when he’d realised it was
his
phone she’d answered, but surely he wouldn’t care enough to follow her home?
    She heard his voice in the doorway and heard Brittany say, ‘Sure, come right on in, Nik—is it all right if I call you Nik?—she’s in the bedroom, hiding.’ The door opened a moment later and Brittany stood there, arms folded, her eyes alive with laughter.
    Lily impaled her with a look of helpless fury. ‘You’re a traitor.’
    â€˜I’m a friend and I am doing you a favour,’ Brittany murmured. ‘The man is seriously
hot.
’ Having delivered that assessment, she stepped to one side with a bright smile. ‘Go ahead. The space