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  Callie had become used to such attitudes since moving to Greece in her teens. Yet the cold-bloodedness of taking a wife simply because it was time to settle down irked her.

  ‘You want a brood mare.’

  ‘More than that.’ His expression was amused. ‘I require someone to be my hostess too.’

  ‘Why tell me?’ she asked flatly.

  ‘You’re an intelligent woman. You know your cousin. Your opinion interests me.’

  She regarded him through narrowed eyes. There was a catch somewhere. ‘It wouldn’t work. Angela doesn’t want to marry you. She’s in love with someone else.’

  No male with any pride would stomach the idea of his woman pining for another. Hadn’t Alkis’ obsessive jealousy arisen from the false belief Callie would seek the passion he couldn’t provide in another man’s arms? He’d made their lives a misery and their marriage a cruel prison because of it.

  Damon merely smiled, like a hungry wolf sizing up its next meal.

  ‘She’s eighteen. Of course she fancies herself in love. She’ll get over it. Any husband worth the name would see to that.’ He straightened, shifting his weight. Callie was struck anew by the sheer masculine charisma of his tall frame. If any man could turn the head of a susceptible teenager it was him.

  ‘You don’t understand.’ Callie turned and paced, unable to stay still. ‘They’re really in love. This is genuine.’

  ‘At her age? It’s puppy love.’

  Callie opened her mouth to argue then snapped it shut. At eighteen she’d been head over heels in love with Petro, a clever, older law student. She’d believed it a grand passion, a once-in-a-lifetime thing.

  Callie had been an ugly duckling who’d never felt at home in Greece, or with her new family, and still grieved the loss of her beloved parents. She’d spent four years struggling to fit in where everything, from the language to the customs, was foreign. She’d barely scraped a place at university and had been pathetically grateful when a dashing older student found her attractive.

  How easy to seduce her, a gawky eighteen-year-old virgin. Callie had dreamed of happily-ever-after in his lean embrace. Until the day Uncle Aristides descended like Zeus thundering down from Mount Olympus. He was enraged at paying so much money to dispose of a fortune hunter.

  Petro had left with never a second glance. Once he had funds at his disposal he’d gone back to his girlfriend.

  So much for his protestations of undying love.

  Callie had been heartbroken and distraught. Easy prey for her uncle’s scheme with his crony, Alkis.

  ‘Callie?’

  Damon’s baritone dragged her back to the present. She blinked and found she’d wrapped her arms round her torso. Slowly she unwound them and stood straight, looking at a point near his collarbone.

  ‘Angela deserves the chance to marry the man she loves.’

  ‘Don’t tell me you believe in romantic love?’

  She shrugged, trying to don an air of insouciance. She felt too brittle. As if her façade of control might splinter.

  ‘For some. For Angela.’ Not for herself. She’d given up that fantasy long ago.

  He dismissed her argument with a single slashing gesture. ‘I don’t see a problem. Especially with your uncle onside. Between us we can overcome any doubts she has.’

  All warmth leached from Callie’s body. She knew her uncle’s tactics too well. The mixture of blustering threat and heartfelt appeals for the good of the family.

  At Angela’s age Callie had succumbed and agreed to marry the polite older man who’d payed court so graciously. Too late she’d learned her husband’s old-world charm hid a cruel and unstable disposition.

  The knowledge filled her with desperate resolve.

  ‘No! You can’t. You mustn’t.’ The words spilled out and she took an involuntary step towards Damon, one hand outstretched in her urgency.

  ‘Mustn’t, Callie? You’re not in a position to dictate to me.’ Damon towered over her, eyes glinting with challenge.

  Her hand dropped as fear swamped her. How could she win against this man? What weapons did she have to thwart him?

  ‘Once you’re married you’re tied permanently.’ She’d bet Damon would see a failed marriage as a personal failure. ‘Are you ready to settle down and devote yourself to one woman?’

  ‘Why?’ Heat flickered in his eyes. His stare was so intense it grazed her cheeks. ‘Have you changed your mind about our affair?’ He closed the space between them, forcing her to retreat till the balustrade dug into her back.

  ‘No! I just—’

  ‘You just decided you didn’t like your little cousin doing well for herself.’ Damon’s lip curled derisively and Callie’s heart dived. She’d never overcome his bias against her. ‘You don’t like being overlooked. I bet Angela has lived in your shadow for years.’

  ‘That’s not true!’ Callie had never wanted centre stage. Only Alkis’ determination to show her off had propelled her into a social sphere where she’d learned, painfully, to hold her own, despite the barbs and whispered gossip. She looked at Angela and saw herself at eighteen: quiet and far too vulnerable. ‘Angela’s not a rival, she’s—’

  A disparaging flick of his hand silenced her. ‘I’m not interested.’ He paused, eyes pinioning hers. ‘Although…’

  ‘Although?’ Her hands wrapped around the railing as she straightened. Was he having second thoughts? Hope blossomed.

  ‘One thing might make me reconsider,’ he said slowly, one hand rubbing his jaw.

  ‘Yes?’ She took a half-step forward before slamming to a halt, suddenly far too close to his big body. His heat shimmered through her, his scent reminding her of intimacies she tried hard to forget.

  Damon reached out and cupped her chin with his palm. Her body responded with a thrill of excitement that drew every nerve to attention. Slowly, oh, so slowly, his thumb slid across to her mouth, swiping deliberately across her bottom lip and tugging her lips apart.

  She fought to keep her eyes open against the surge of physical longing his touch evoked. Callie’s fingers clenched into fists at her sides, the breath catching in her chest till she felt light-headed.

  One caress, one touch, did that!

  ‘Yes.’ His sibilant stretched out in a hiss of satisfaction as he lowered his head.

  She should move. Pull away. Run! But her feet were glued to the spot, her will to resist eclipsed by a flood of remembered pleasure.

  ‘Come to me tonight, Callie. Give me one night and I’ll say no to marrying Angela.’ The sensuous burr of his voice enthralled her. She had trouble focusing on his words.

  His eyes burned dark fire as she stared up into his bold face. This close she saw the way his fine-grained skin began to darken along that chiselled jaw. Not by so much as a blink did he betray emotion. There was just that all-consuming sensuality, drawing her closer.

  Stunned, she felt her will soften, her body sway towards him, drawn by the force of a desire she couldn’t conquer.

  Then her brain clicked into gear. His words percolated through her hazy thoughts. She jerked her chin from his hold, stepping back carefully as if expecting him to lunge for her.

  ‘And if I don’t?’

  His smile disappeared. His eyes narrowed as anger sparked. ‘What do you think?’

  ‘I think you’re some piece of work, Damon Savakis.’ Callie wrapped her arms round herself, as if to stop the sudden pain that engulfed her. For a moment she’d hoped he felt a little of the magic she’d imagined between them. The reality of his outrageous proposition was too cruel. ‘This is a sick game you’re playing.’

  ‘No game, Callie. A simple deal.’

  ‘You think you can buy me?’

  He shook his head. ‘Don’t play innocent. It doesn’t suit you.’ He raked her with a searing stare that burned her flesh. ‘You’ve been bought before, remember? When you married your late unlamented husband.’

  The horrible truth was like a blow to the solar plexus, winding her and cramping her stomach.

  That was different, she wanted to scream. I didn’t care about anything then because I thought my life was over. I was hurt and vulnerable and I believed I was saving my family. If only I’d known the mistake I was making.

  ‘But you’re asking me to…give myself for your pleasure.’

  Damon folded his arms. The movement accentuated the muscles in his arms and chest, and his air of lazy confidence.

  ‘No need to be melodramatic, Callie. I’m not asking you to do anything you haven’t done, and enjoyed, before.’ His mouth pulled wide in a smile of satisfaction that sent the blood tingling through her body.

  ‘That’s not the point!’ Callie was so furious, so appalled she felt like landing a punch that would bend his arrogant nose completely out of shape.

  Her anger was heightened by the knowledge that he was right. She’d enjoyed every moment of their intimacy.

  ‘Then what is? You don’t want me to marry Angela. Very well, I’m willing to compromise. I’ll take you instead, on a strictly short-term basis. One night. That’s all I want.’

  He’d never consider her as a marriage candidate. He’d want someone pure, innocent and gullible for that role.

  Callie’s mouth quirked in a humourless smile. That was one thing she’d been saved: a marriage proposal from another arrogant lord-of-all-he-surveyed tycoon.

  ‘What’s so amusing?’

  ‘Just relief you’re not offering anything permanent.’

  His eyes widened, then he jerked his head up in denial. ‘Don’t hold your breath. A single night will be sufficient.’

  ‘Thank heaven for small mercies,’ she muttered. Her pride smarted at his dismissal. But despite her anger heat flared under her skin as his gaze trawled her, slow and assessing. As if remembering how she looked naked.

  Was this how slaves felt in the ancient markets, scrutinised by buyers? His glittering appraisal left Callie exposed and vulnerable. Yet a tiny, renegade part of her thrilled, knowing he desired her.

  ‘You’re bluffing.’ She straightened her shoulders.

  ‘I don’t waste my time with bluff.’ He paused as if weighing her mood. ‘Tonight’s my last night here. That’s your deadline. Come to me tonight, stay as my lover and the deal will go through without a marriage contract. I’ll even allow a fair settlement on the Manolis family.’

  He watched her with glittering eyes. ‘Tonight,’ he repeated. ‘I’ll be waiting.’

  ‘You’ll wait a long time.’

  His sensuous lips curved in a smile that did nothing to allay her fears. ‘In that case I’ll look forward to seeing you dance at my wedding.’

  CHAPTER FIVE

  DAMON strode across the living room of the opulent guest bun galow, swung round and paced back the way he’d come.

  Eleven o’clock.

  She wasn’t coming.

  Hell! He’d been so sure. Certain that at last he’d find respite from the voracious hunger that gnawed his vitals, distracted him from work and kept him from sleep. He speared his fingers through his hair, frustration rising.

  He wasn’t used to losing. Couldn’t remember the last time he hadn’t got his way in an important negotiation. And this, for reasons he couldn’t fathom, was important.

  Callista Manolis got to him as no woman ever had.

  She should leap at the chance to share his bed, hoping for the expensive trinkets a man as rich as he could buy her.

  But that wasn’t her game. She’d sold herself in marriage once. No doubt she was angling for another cushy, long-term position. She set a high price on her favours.

  Except when she pursued a little casual distraction with someone she thought unimportant, someone she could use briefly then discard. As she’d used him at the beach. She’d been warm and wanton in her pursuit of pleasure. So uninhibited he’d plunged headlong into a passion that far surpassed any of his recent liaisons.

  He slammed to a stop, frustration rising in a tide that tightened every muscle. At dinner tonight she’d worn a dress designed to drive men to the edge of sanity, hinting at barely concealed feminine treasures. He’d taken it as a sign of her capitulation.

  Instead the vixen had been toying with him.

  He lunged for the sliding glass door and hauled it open, needing fresh air. He strode out to the flagstoned terrace then catapulted to a stop.

  She was here.

  His breath stopped as relief swamped him. It came in a rush so overwhelming he clutched at the door. Dimly he registered amazement at the intensity of his reaction.

  His heart accelerated to a restless, arrhythmic beat as he watched her pick her way down the path from the main house, holding her long skirts up around her ankles.

  Fire glittered on her breasts and round her wrist. She’d worn the diamonds again. But it wasn’t jewellery that fixed his attention. Each time she passed a glowing uplight on the path it turned the fabric of her dress translucent, hinting at her seductive form.

  The gown was long, white, gossamer-fine gathers of fabric designed to look like an ancient Greek dress. Fine gold cords crossed at her waist and below her breasts, defining luscious curves and a slim figure. The neckline plunged so deep she couldn’t wear a bra. The silken swish of fabric as she moved was designed, he hoped, to indicate the absence of underwear.

  Damon’s hands itched to reach for her. He remained where he was.

  Let her come to him.

  ‘You decided to accept my offer.’ He kept his voice firm, devoid of the raw satisfaction that would betray his pleasure. He would show no vulnerability to this woman.

  ‘How could I resist such an alluring proposition?’ The words came low and husky in the darkness, drawing the tension in his belly tighter. Yet even in the dim light there was no mistaking the jeering twist of her lips.

  She still feigned distaste. Did she never give up?

  She stepped onto the terrace and stood a few metres away, hands concealed in the folds of her dress, chin up, expression glacial. Yet that mask of disdain couldn’t conceal everything. Her breasts rose and fell quickly, making the diamonds at her cleavage shimmer.

  She wasn’t the ice maiden she pretended. Soon she’d thaw for him.

  ‘So what is this?’ He waved a disparaging hand at her long dress. ‘Your virgin-sacrifice outfit?’

  Her lips curled in a tight smile that didn’t reach her eyes. ‘Hardly. You made it clear it wasn’t an innocent you wanted. I thought that’s why I appealed—because I’ve got such vast experience with men.’

  Callie held her breath, amazed at her temerity in baiting him. She didn’t know whether to be horrified or glad she still had strength to trade insults with Damon Savakis. Part of her cringed at what she was doing. The impulse to flee kept her poised for flight.

  The idea of agreeing to this cold-blooded arrangement made her stomach churn and her mind revolt. She was so inexperienced she could count on the fingers of one hand the number of times she’d been with a man.

  Her as a billionaire’s plaything for the night!

  Yet she had no choice. She couldn’t, wouldn’t turn her back on her cousin. No girl deserved to have her life blighted as Callie’s had been in a contract marriage. Not where all power rested with an older, powerful husband who saw his wife as a chattel, not a real person with feelings.

  That thought steadied her nerves.

  ‘You look stunning,’ he murmured. ‘You know how to dress to please a man.’

  Bitterness twisted in Callie’s belly. Alkis had chosen this, as he had all her evening dresses. He’d selected expensive outfits that showed off his wealth and too much of her flesh. Though impotent, her husband had enjoyed making her flaunt herself, despite her protests, or perhaps because of them. He got a perverted kick out of parading her half-naked before other men. As if their thwarted desire compensated for his own inability to consummate the marriage.

  He’d revelled in the sight of their tongues hanging out as they undressed her with their eyes. But it hadn’t stopped him lashing out at her in private for supposed infidelities.

  Oh, she knew all about dressing to please a man. That was why she hated this dress. It made her feel tainted.

  ‘I thought you’d appreciate the dress.’ He was like the others, interested only in her body.

  ‘Tell me,’ he purred in a voice that rubbed like velvet over her bare flesh, ‘are you wearing anything under that?’

  Callie’s forced smile froze on her lips as a shiver of trepidation swept through her.

  Fear threatened to puncture her carefully constructed mask of indifference. For this wasn’t like before, when they’d come together in a joyous rush of mutual desire. This was something beyond her ken. There was an edge of danger to this situation. He looked so…predatory, as if he wanted to gobble her up with one snap of his jaws. There was nothing warm or gentle about the hunger in his face.

  A frisson of stark panic sped down Callie’s backbone.

  ‘Would you prefer it if there wasn’t?’ Surreptitiously one slim heel slid back on the flagstones, till she realised what she was doing and forced herself to stop.

  She’d made up her mind to do this. If she didn’t please Damon it would be disastrous. This way her family would retain their home and Angela would be free to marry Niko.

  Only Callie would be stripped of her dignity, and her privacy. Her mind shied frantically from the thought.

  Yet after all she’d endured, she’d survive this. One night. One long night. Then she’d be free.

  ‘I like the idea of you coming to me naked beneath the glitter and the haute couture.’ He shrugged. ‘But it doesn’t matter. I’m sure you’ll find a way to satisfy me.’

  Callie’s throat closed on a spasm of horror. How long could she keep up the pretence of indifference? Already she was torn between the desire to curl up and hide and the need to have him show again the tenderness that had obliterated all her defences.

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