Page 8 of Unexpectedly In Love

I clear my throat, trying my best to focus. I didn’t see her when she got off the elevator, but my head of security and cousin Khaos stopped, listening to what I was telling them, and I saw why.

“Do you have any siblings?” she asks.

I heard nothing she said before. Dragging my hand down my face, I begin to focus.

“No, it’s only me. Do you have siblings?” I question.

Her face lights up when she talks about her sisters. “Ro—I mean Anise is the oldest, then Sage, Cassia and then me, um, Rosemary.”

“Hmm, I like the name Anise,” I state.

Her eyebrows lift. “You do?” Her smile spreads slowly.

Those fucking lips are doing me in.

“Indeed, but the name Rosemary has a certain charm to it,” I reply as I subtly hook my foot under the legs of her chair drawing nearer to me with a smooth motion.

She wobbles, and her hand lands on my bicep trying to find her balance. As she steadies herself, she leans into me, staring intensely into my eyes, down to my lips, and back up to my eyes again.

“I have a confession. I don’t like the name Rosemary much.” Her black, riotous curls move as she shakes her head.

“Really, well, I will call you gatáki.To gatáki mou.” I brush the side of her cheek, and she smiles up at me.

“What does that mean?” she questions, her gaze roving over my face with intense curiosity.

“It means my kitten.” My thumb grazes the bottom edge of her lips.

She blushes and bows her head and chuckles. “Hmmm I like it…but…”

“How about omorfia mou?” I observe her curls in her bowed head. I lean forward to take a quick sniff. Much to my delight, it smells of vanilla and caramel. My mouth starts to water. Is it right for a woman to be this tempting?

“What does that mean?” She sounds breathy.

“My beauty.” I feel like the whole room is melting away, leaving only the two of us.

“I like that.” Her gaze lifts to mine.

Lifting her chin, I stare deep into you, her eyes. “Boro na se filiso?”

“Bora na se filiso?” she tries to pronounce it.

I chuckle deeply. “Omorfia, boro na se filiso?”

“Boro na se filiso.” She says each word like a syllable.

I nod. “Nai, boro na se filiso.” I caress to the side of her face with the back of my hand.

“What does it mean? This language sounds so rich and ancient.” She leans into my touch more.

“It’s Greek for… Can I kiss you?” I whisper, moving in closer to her lips.

With mere inches between us, my nose rubs against her small, pert nose. Blood rushes through my veins as my heart begins to race. I may go into cardiac arrest over a kiss. What the hell is wrong with me?

“How do I say yes in Greek?” She leans, sliding her bottom lips gently over my lips, pressing her body closer to mine, sending waves of lust through me.

“Nai,” I chant as I slowly bring my palms to cup her face.

“Nai, Eryx, nai.”

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