The Greek's Forgotten Wife (Boarding School #1) by Elizabeth Lennox Page A

was a closed book most of the time. 
    “We’ll dine at the Roma Palazzo,” he told her.
    She smothered her surprise at that announcement, not sure what to say.  She’d read about the restaurant, had always wanted to try the food there but she’d never thought to have the opportunity.  Sasha tried very hard to suppress her excitement as the limousine drove through the city.  Her eyes were alight with fascination at all of the amazing scenes, the bustling city, the people moving about on the sidewalks, into and out of the stores and all of the beautiful architecture. 
    “You like traveling,” he said, not asking.  The evidence was written all over her lovely features.
    “Oh yes!” she sighed, still trying to hide her enthusiasm.  She didn’t want to be perceived as naïve or silly by Damon.  She was trying very hard to appear sophisticated.  “I always wanted to travel but…” she shrugged her shoulders, trying to appear casual. 
    “Why didn’t you travel during breaks in school?”
    She rolled her eyes.  “Not everyone is wealthy enough to travel on a whim, Damon.”
    He shook his head, not accepting her excuse. “Not everyone needs to travel in style like I demand.  There are ways to travel that don’t require a great deal of money.”
    Sasha thought back to her sometimes heartrending school days, her mother’s illness and all of the sadness, the desperation she’d felt in wanting to ease her mother’s pain as much as possible.  Staring out the window, she smiled sadly.  “I had to work during my school breaks,” was all she said. 
    Damon was quiet, sensing that there was a great deal more to the issue than she was letting him know about.  But how to get her to open up?  He had no idea.  She was a closed book in some areas.  She might come alive when he touched her, but other times, she kept her thoughts close to herself. 
    The limousine pulled up outside of the famous restaurant and he stepped out, turning and offering his hand to help her out as well.  “You look lovely, by the way,” he told her.  He saw her slight smile before she was able to suppress it and tucked her hand onto his arm as he led her into the restaurant. 
    Sasha tried very hard to appear sophisticated and blasé about this whole experience.  There were so many people that were milling around the beautifully decorated restaurant, all of them seeming so elegant and casual about the night ahead, as if they took this kind of experience for granted.  But to Sasha, who had been cooped up in a small village for the past six years and helping an ailing parent for several years before then, this was a breathtaking, sensational, amazing event and she was going to savor every moment.  When Damon pulled the chair out for her, she heard his chuckle before he came around and sat down across from her.
    Lowering her lashes, she took several deep breaths.  “Am I that obvious?” she asked.
    “Yes.  But possibly only to me.  And don’t worry.  I like it,” he told her.  He watched as she looked over the menu, her excitement palpable.  She was adorable, he thought.  He remembered the last time he’d dined here.  It had been with his mother and father.  It was the last time he remembered them being together.  They’d divorced the following year.  Even during that meal, they’d barely spoken, neither to him nor to each other.  They were too busy looking around, seeing who else might be at the famous restaurant.  He realized now that they’d been competing with each other over who knew the most people or the most important person.  His presence there had been completely incidental. 
    Damon would focus on Sasha tonight.  He’d forgotten that memory until this moment.  Until he’d seen her excitement.  She glanced around the restaurant and sighed happily. 
    “What are you going to order?” he asked her. 
    She smiled over at him and he relaxed.  He hadn’t even realized that he was so tense until