Her Greek Groom: The Tycoon's Mistress / Smokescreen Marriage / His Forbidden Bride

Her make-up had been meticulously applied to cover up the tell-tale signs of another sleepless night.

She looked, she thought, cool and businesslike. She hoped she was going to be treated accordingly.

She thought, not for the first time, her throat tightening uncontrollably, Oh, let him be a stranger. Please—please let me be wrong about this…

She was met on the top floor by a tall blonde man with a transatlantic accent, who greeted her unsmilingly and introduced himself as Paul Nixon, Mr Viannis’s personal assistant.

He led her down the thickly carpeted corridor and knocked at the double doors at the end.

He said, ‘Miss Fielding is here, sir,’ and stood aside to allow Cressy to go in.

The room was full of light. There were huge windows on three sides, permitting panoramic views all over London.

But Cressy was only aware of the tall, dark figure silhouetted against the brightness. For a moment she was scarcely able to breathe, and she halted abruptly, feeling as if a giant fist had clenched in her stomach, all her worst fears finally and inevitably confirmed.

He was very still, but with the tension of a coiled spring. Across the room, his anger reached out and touched her, and she had to fight an impulse to flinch. Or even run…

He said softly, ‘So, you have come to me at last— Cressida, my faithless one.’

There was a note in his voice which sent a shiver between her shoulder blades, but it was vital not to seem afraid.

She lifted her chin. ‘Mr Viannis?’

‘What charming formality.’ The mockery in his tone was savage. ‘You feel it’s appropriate—under the circumstances? After all, how do you address your ex-fiancé—someone you’ve so signally betrayed?’

She said steadily, ‘I came here to negotiate a deal for my father, not indulge in useless recriminations.’

‘No,’ he said. ‘You came here to accept my terms. There is nothing to negotiate.’

She’d hoped to find a stranger and in some ways her wish had been granted, because this wasn’t Draco. This man had never worn scruffy denims or danced in the sunlight. Had never kissed her, or smiled at her with lazy desire. Could never, even for a few breathless moments, have held her naked in his arms.

This man looked thinner—older, she thought, her eyes scanning him with sudden bewilderment. His charcoal suit with its faint pinstripe was exquisitely cut, his tie a paler grey silk.

The tumbled black hair had been tamed and trimmed. And there was no golden light in the dark eyes that met hers. They were cold—impenetrable.

Even his voice was different. Now he spoke with hardly any accent at all.

She thought, How could I not have seen it—the ruthlessness behind the golden sunlit charm?

He walked over to the big desk in the centre of the room and sat down, curtly indicating that she should occupy the chair set at the opposite side.

She obeyed reluctantly. Her legs were shaking and her heart was thudding unevenly.

She said, struggling to keep her voice level, ‘How did you find me?’

‘You were staying in one of my hotels, so that provided the basic information.’ He shrugged. ‘After that, I had enquiries made.’

‘You checked up on me?’ Her voice was taut. ‘Was this before or after you asked me to marry you?’

His smile did not reach his eyes. ‘Oh, long before. When we first encountered each other. I needed to be sure that you were just as you seemed.’

‘I’m glad I measured up to your exacting requirements.’ She spoke with deliberate disdain, trying to cover her growing unease.

‘That was then,’ he said. ‘This is now.’

Cressy touched the tip of her tongue to her dry lips, realising too late that Draco had seen and marked that tiny act of self-betrayal.

She hurried into speech. ‘And that’s how you discovered my father’s—difficulties, I suppose?’

‘Yes,’ he said. ‘But they are hardly “difficulties”. Your father is facing total ruin.’

‘I know that,’ she said. ‘Which is the reason I’m here today.’

‘No,’ he said. ‘You are here because you ran away. Because you left me without a word. You are here to explain.’

‘My father collapsed,’ she said flatly. ‘He was in Intensive Care. I—had to come back.’

‘Without one word to the man you had just promised to marry?’ His voice bit.

Cressy’s hands were clenched so tightly in her lap that her fingers ached. She said, ‘I didn’t think that either of us took that seriously. A lot of women have—flings on foreign holidays.’

‘Ah.’ Draco leaned back in the tall leather chair. ‘So you saw our relationship as some trivial, transient affair. A thing of no consequence.’ His tone suggested courteous interest, but she wasn’t fooled.

‘In some ways,’ she said uncertainly.

He said slowly, ‘If that was true, I would have taken you on the beach that first afternoon and you would have spent the rest of your holiday in my bed.’

‘And eventually gone on my way with a diamond necklace, I suppose,’ Cressy flashed.

‘Perhaps.’ He sounded indifferent. ‘If you’d pleased me sufficiently.’

‘I can’t think why you held back.’

‘Because I was fool enough to respect your innocence, Cressida mou.’ His tone was harsh. ‘I did not see it was just a physical attribute. That, in reality, you were just as calculating and heartless as your namesake.’

Cressy leaned forward. ‘You think I’ve treated you badly,’ she said hotly. ‘But you weren’t honest with me either. You deliberately let me think you were poor. Why?’

‘An unaccountable need to be wanted for myself only, and not for my worldly goods,’ he drawled. ‘It was so refreshing to meet someone who had no idea who I was, pethi mou.’

‘And how long did you plan to go on deceiving me?’ She realised now why Maria had tried to warn her. To tell her that she was involved with a man who was not only very rich, but powerful. A man who would live up to his name if crossed.

‘It would have been over as soon as you returned from Alakos. You see, agapi mou, I had planned a big party for our engagement at my house.’

She stared at him. ‘It belongs to you, doesn’t it? That wonderful villa on the headland?’

‘Yes,’ he said. ‘My family and friends were flying in from all over the world to meet you—my future wife—there.’

‘Oh.’ Cressy felt sick.