The Greek's Forgotten Wife (Boarding School #1) by Elizabeth Lennox Page B
Authors: Elizabeth Lennox
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she’d looked back at him instead of surveying the other patrons in the restaurant. He should have known that Sasha would be different from both of his parents. Nothing about this woman was similar. Hell, she wasn’t even like the other women in his life, almost a completely different species, he thought as he surveyed her beautiful, fresh face and excited eyes.
She wiggled slightly in her seat. “I have no idea,” she replied. “You’ve obviously been here before, what do you recommend?”
For the rest of the meal, Damon continued to be astounded by his young wife’s intelligence and charm, neither of which he’d even suspected before. And her whole focus was on him, their conversation and the delicious food, of course. She was a delightful dinner companion. A startling change from his last experience here.
Sasha loved the way Damon talked to her throughout the meal. It was like they were a real couple. Gone was the patronizing smile he used to bestow upon her during each of his obligatory visits to the villa over the years. He looked at her now as if she were someone…stronger! More worthy of his attention. And the invigorating conversation was more stimulating than anything she’d ever experienced. Talking with Damon was like conversing with an encyclopedia. He knew everything! And boy did she enjoy challenging him! Even better, she liked it when his eyes crinkled with humor. He rarely laughed, she realized. And even worse, the man didn’t really relax. It was as if he were a bear, ready to defend his territory, always testing the air, ready to rear up and attack at the first hint of danger.
Chapter 9
Several days later, Sasha looked across the elegant ballroom, hiding her expression behind the glass of champagne. He was so handsome, she thought as the other guests milled around her. Why couldn’t she just walk away? Why was she so magnetically attracted to this one man?
There were literally hundreds of men in this room, but not a single one could pull her attention away from Damon.
Her husband.
At that same moment, almost as if he could tell that she was looking at him, Damon turned his head and caught her gaze.
Sasha sighed and started back across the room. She’d walked away, intent on finding some breathing space from the intensity of his presence. Being near Damon was similar to being next to a live wire. There was so much going on around him, so much magnetism that drew her closer and she wanted desperately to fight it, to not feel it…to not need it…but even from across the ballroom, she could still feel that intensity coming from Damon. He had such a powerful impact on her senses that she couldn’t seem to do anything to conquer it.
When she was back again by his side, he looked down at her. “Are you ready to leave?” he suggested, his thumb rubbing over the pulse on her wrist.
Sasha shook her head. She knew exactly why he wanted to leave. If she listened only to her body, she would be dragging the man out of the ballroom. But she was trying to listen to her head, to not lose her sense of self to this man’s crazy ability to drive her to the brink of desperation every time he touched her. Which was often these days. “I’m fine. No need to leave.”
Damon chuckled, pulling her closer as he whispered in her ear. “I think there are some very good reasons to leave,” he said with that deep, sexy voice that told her exactly what he was planning.
Instantly, her body came alive in that special way that only Damon could do to her. She resented it! She was going to learn to fight this, she promised herself.
Pulling back slightly and turning her head so that his lips weren’t about to brush against the overly sensitive shell of her ear, she took a deep breath and shook her head. “I have some people I’d like to talk with,” she told him, looking away and trying to put a few inches
She wiggled slightly in her seat. “I have no idea,” she replied. “You’ve obviously been here before, what do you recommend?”
For the rest of the meal, Damon continued to be astounded by his young wife’s intelligence and charm, neither of which he’d even suspected before. And her whole focus was on him, their conversation and the delicious food, of course. She was a delightful dinner companion. A startling change from his last experience here.
Sasha loved the way Damon talked to her throughout the meal. It was like they were a real couple. Gone was the patronizing smile he used to bestow upon her during each of his obligatory visits to the villa over the years. He looked at her now as if she were someone…stronger! More worthy of his attention. And the invigorating conversation was more stimulating than anything she’d ever experienced. Talking with Damon was like conversing with an encyclopedia. He knew everything! And boy did she enjoy challenging him! Even better, she liked it when his eyes crinkled with humor. He rarely laughed, she realized. And even worse, the man didn’t really relax. It was as if he were a bear, ready to defend his territory, always testing the air, ready to rear up and attack at the first hint of danger.
Chapter 9
Several days later, Sasha looked across the elegant ballroom, hiding her expression behind the glass of champagne. He was so handsome, she thought as the other guests milled around her. Why couldn’t she just walk away? Why was she so magnetically attracted to this one man?
There were literally hundreds of men in this room, but not a single one could pull her attention away from Damon.
Her husband.
At that same moment, almost as if he could tell that she was looking at him, Damon turned his head and caught her gaze.
Sasha sighed and started back across the room. She’d walked away, intent on finding some breathing space from the intensity of his presence. Being near Damon was similar to being next to a live wire. There was so much going on around him, so much magnetism that drew her closer and she wanted desperately to fight it, to not feel it…to not need it…but even from across the ballroom, she could still feel that intensity coming from Damon. He had such a powerful impact on her senses that she couldn’t seem to do anything to conquer it.
When she was back again by his side, he looked down at her. “Are you ready to leave?” he suggested, his thumb rubbing over the pulse on her wrist.
Sasha shook her head. She knew exactly why he wanted to leave. If she listened only to her body, she would be dragging the man out of the ballroom. But she was trying to listen to her head, to not lose her sense of self to this man’s crazy ability to drive her to the brink of desperation every time he touched her. Which was often these days. “I’m fine. No need to leave.”
Damon chuckled, pulling her closer as he whispered in her ear. “I think there are some very good reasons to leave,” he said with that deep, sexy voice that told her exactly what he was planning.
Instantly, her body came alive in that special way that only Damon could do to her. She resented it! She was going to learn to fight this, she promised herself.
Pulling back slightly and turning her head so that his lips weren’t about to brush against the overly sensitive shell of her ear, she took a deep breath and shook her head. “I have some people I’d like to talk with,” she told him, looking away and trying to put a few inches
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