The Greek's Stolen Bride

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of water from the cadaverous Jeeves he’d seen before.
    Except it wasn’t the butler. It was the woman at the window.
    He knew this instinctively, felt it in his gut. And others parts, because the woman was beautiful, tall and straight with the bearing of a warrior and the lush curves of an Aphrodite.
    "Hello."
    She didn’t answer, just eyed him up and down. Not as if she were checking him out, more like... she were assessing him. Amused, he wondered if he came up to scratch.
    He heard the sound of the knob turning and with silent swiftness the woman stepped back against the wall, so the door hid her from view as it swung open once again.
    Intrigued, Theo shifted his gaze away from her towards the butler.
    "Your water, sir."
    "Thank you." He took the glass, keeping his gaze fixed firmly on the butler. He wasn’t about to betray this woman’s presence, whoever she was. He was far too curious about her.
    The butler hesitated in the doorway, lines of disapproval or perhaps just weariness etched on his lantern-jawed face. "Perhaps you would like to retire to your room, sir? Mr. Leotokos will see you at dinner."
    "In a few minutes, perhaps," Theo answered easily. "I’m comfortable here for the moment."
    The butler’s mouth tightened. "As you wish." He left the room, and as the door swung shut behind him the woman stepped forward.
    She was, Theo thought, rather magnificent. She stood tall and proud, like a dark flame. Her eyes were slate grey, her mouth a perfect pink curve.
    "Can I help you?" he asked, and she shook her head impatiently.
    "I don’t have time for chitchat."
    "Is that what that was?"
    "Or jokes," she snapped, and he arched an eyebrow.
    "What do you want, then?"
    "You’re here to attempt to disarm the Minotaur virus?" He nodded, and she bit her lip, studying him carefully. "You know six men like yourself have tried already?"
    "Those men weren’t like me."
    "No? They came here to try to disarm the virus."
    "They failed."
    She looked scornful, her eyes flashing haughtily. "You think you’ll succeed?"
    "I wouldn’t be here,’ Theo said mildly, "if I didn’t think I could succeed at what I intend to do."
    "Why did you agree to come? You need the money?"
    The reward for solving the virus, Theo knew, was several million dollars--and employment with Leotokos. "No," he said coolly. "Money doesn’t interest me." And neither did working for his enemy. He'd come for one purpose only, and he didn't intend to reveal it to this woman, intriguing as she was.
    She looked almost comically disappointed at his admission. "You’re poor."
    He let out a surprised chuckle. "No, actually, I’m not."
    "You have money, then?" She looked hopeful now, her eyes lightening to a silvery softness, and Theo decided he’d had enough of this odd interrogation.
    "What do you want, Miss...?"
    "My name is Ariana."
    He inclined his head in acknowledgement. "Theo Atrikes." He waited, but she didn’t explain herself and as gorgeous as she was he didn’t feel like playing guessing games. "Did you want something from me?"
    Her silvery eyes swept him from head to foot in cold, stark assessment. Even so, Theo felt himself react under that gaze, parts of him tense, tauten. With her flowing dark hair and silvery eyes, she was incredibly, icily beautiful.
    "I don’t want anything from you," she said slowly, "yet."
    A cold finger of suspicion crept along his spine. Was she some sort of spy for Leotokos? A Mata Hari of the IT world? He definitely didn’t trust her.
    "Well," he said and drained his glass of water, "it’s been nice meeting you."
    They both heard footsteps and like a shadow Ariana slipped across the room, to a door concealed behind a large portrait. Theo watched her go in bemusement, for he still had no idea who she was or what she wanted.
    "Sir?" The butler cleared his throat, and Theo handed him his glass.
    "I’m ready."
     
    Ariana gazed at her reflection in the mirror, resolutely satisfied. She wore a silvery sheath dress and

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