Page 33 of Secrets, Lies and Love

“That’s right. Feel my flesh. Is that what you want?”

I don’t answer, and he grabs my chin to make me look at him.

“It’s what you want,” he repeats arrogantly, and this time, it’s an affirmation.

“Yes, but I wanted to feel the heat of your skin too, because even through your shirt, you are so hot . . . How can someone be that hot?”

I don’t know what I’m saying anymore. I just focus on taking what I can, remembering what he said. Tomorrow this trance of lust will no longer be allowed.

I run my fingertips across his chest and stop at his nipples, massaging them, and a husky sound escapes his throat. I let my hand slip between the buttons of his shirt, and I’m startled when he catches my wrist.

“I don’t give a damn if you’re a virgin. If you weren’t going to become my son’s babysitter tomorrow, I would spend the whole night inside you.”

My knees lose strength at the exact moment he wraps an arm around my waist. “Oh, God.”

I try to move away because I don’t know how to deal with this. His words turned on all the nerve endings in my body at once, like a switch that only he knew the location of.

“I can’t have you, but I want you to remember today when you go to bed. Caress your pussy for me. Imagine it’s my hand when it’s wet and moaning with lust.”

I shiver in his arms and feel dizzy, too.

He is very seductive. If another man said something like that to me, I would push him away, so why do I want more with this one?

“Ah, there you are!” I hear Elina’s voice say, and I get such a shock that if Dionysus’s arm hadn’t been around my waist, I would have fallen.

Cecily

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

“Everything okay, folks?”Elina asks when Dionysus and I don’t respond.

He doesn’t seem in a hurry to let me go, his gaze still holding mine.

“Yes, I lost my balance and Mr. Kostanidis helped me.”

He raises an eyebrow mockingly, and I feel embarrassed when I look at my friend. It’s obvious that Elina doesn’t believe it, but thank God, she doesn’t pry.

“Did you resolve Joseph’s issue with her?” she asks, and hearing the little boy’s name is a cold water shower.

I walk backwards, freeing myself from my future boss.

“Yes, I did,” he says, continuing to stare at me. “But Cecily is afraid of losing her job at the Association if our arrangement doesn’t work.”

“We’ll do a two-week trial,” I say.

“No, I changed my mind. One will be enough.”

“But—"

“In a week, I will know whether my son wants you around, Cecily.”

“And when will you start?” Elina asks.

“Tomorrow,” he replies, and I feel like I’m playing ping-pong, watching my life being decided by the two Greeks.

“Then maybe you’d better spend some time with Joseph today, Cici. So he can get used to you. But first, can you come with me to the kitchen for a moment?”

I feel the shame increase because I can already imagine what she wants to talk to me about. Elina is no fool, and she certainly realized what was happening.

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