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“I guess we should set down some ground rules.”
“What did you have in mind?”
Michelle looked at Nikos carefully, and was unable to see beyond the sophisticated mask he presented. “No unnecessary—” She was going to say intimacy, but that sounded too personal. “Touching,” she amended, and missed the faint gleam in those dark eyes.
“I’ll try to restrain myself, if you will.”
He was amused, damn him! “Do you want to put a time limit on our supposed relationship?”
One eyebrow slanted. “How about...as long as it takes?”
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Mistress By Arrangement
Helen Bianchin
For Alex and Angie Kidas
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CHAPTER ONE
MICHELLE sipped superb Chardonnay from a crystal wineglass and cast an idle glance at the room’s occupants.
The men were resplendent in black dinner suits, white dress shirts and black bow ties, while the women vied with each other in designer gowns.
This evening’s occasion was a simple dinner party for ten guests held in the beautiful home of their hosts, Antonia and Emerson Bateson-Burrows, whose reputation for providing fine wine, excellent food, and scintillating company was almost unequalled in Queensland’s Gold Coast society.
‘Another drink, darling?’
She felt the proprietorial clasp of Jeremy’s arm along the back of her waist.
Mine, the action seemed to shriek. The fond glance of his parents, hers, merely served to endorse their approval.
Did they think she was unaware of the subtle manipulative matchmaking attempts of late? It was too much of a coincidence that Jeremy had been a fellow guest at several social events she’d attended in the past four weeks.
Marriage wasn’t on her agenda, nor was she willing to drift into a meaningless relationship. Thanks to an annuity from her maternal grandmother, her life was good. At twenty-five, she owned her own apartment, ran a successful art gallery in partnership with a friend, and she had no inclination to change the status quo.
She felt the faint pressure of Jeremy’s hand at her waist and she summoned a polite smile. ‘Thanks, but I’ll wait until dinner.’
Which would be when? Were all the guests not accounted for? Speculation rose as she glimpsed Jeremy’s mother spare her wristwatch a surreptitious glance.
Who would dare to be late for a Bateson-Burrows soiree?
‘Mother is becoming a tad anxious,’ Jeremy revealed, sotto voce. ‘Nikos warned he might be unavoidably late.’
Curiosity sparked Michelle’s interest. ‘Nikos?’
Jeremy cast her an amused look. ‘Alessandros. Greek origin, relatively new money, respectably earned,’ he added. ‘Electronics. Bases in Athens, Rome, Paris, London, Vancouver, Sydney.’
‘If his Australian base is in Sydney, what’s he doing on the Gold Coast?’
‘He has a penthouse in Main Beach,’ Jeremy enlightened. ‘The man is a consummate strategist. Word has it he’s about to close an enviable deal.’ His mouth formed a cynical twist. ‘Instead of flying directly to Sydney, he’s chosen to negotiate from the Gold Coast.’
‘Impressive,’ she acknowledged, summoning a mental image of a short, paunchy, balding middle-aged Greek with a stylish much younger wife.
‘Very,’ Jeremy declared succinctly. ‘Father covets his patronage and his business account.’
‘And his friendship?’
‘It’s at an adequate level.’
Adequate presumably wasn’t good enough, and Emerson Bateson-Burrows’ extended invitation to dine was merely part of a larger plan.
Politics, business and social, involved an intricate strategy of a kind that occasionally sickened her altruistic mind.
‘Two hours to dine and socialise over coffee,’ Jeremy inclined. ‘Then we can escape and go on to a nightclub.’
It irked her that he took her acquiescence for granted. She was on the point of telling him so, when some sixth sense alerted her attention.
Curious, she lifted her head and felt the breath catch in her throat.
‘Nikos,’ Jeremy informed her, although she barely registered the verbal identification as her interest was captured by the tall male figure who had just entered the room.
He possessed broad-boned features, a strong jaw, and his mouth was chiselled perfection.
A man, Michelle perceived with instinctive insight, who wore the fine clothes of a gentleman, possessed the requisite good manners...and had the heart of a predatory warrior.
It was evident in his stance, the cool assessing quality in those dark slate-grey eyes as they roamed the room and its occupants.
They flicked towards her, paused, then settled in a slow appraisal of her dark honey-blond hair, green eyes, and the slender feminine curves encased in a black designer dress.
There was no power on earth that could suppress the faint shivery sensation feathering its way down her spine at the intensity of that look. She felt as if it stripped away the conventional bamer of clothes, lingerie, and stroked her skin.
It took considerable effort to match his appraisal, but she was damned if she’d concede him any sort of victory by glancing away.
Dark hair, well-groomed. Broad shoulders beneath expensive tailoring, and his shoes were hand-tooled leather. In his mid-thirties, he was the antithesis of the middle-aged paunchy balding man Michelle had envisaged.
She watched as he worked the room during an introductory circuit, noting the undoubted charm, the easy smile, an easy grace of movement that implied a high level of physical fitness.
‘Michelle Gerard,’ Antonia announced by way of introduction, reaching their side. ‘Jeremy’s girlfriend.’
Nikos Alessandros reached forward, took hold of her hand, and raised it to his lips.
Michelle’s eyes flew wide with shock as he placed a brief open-mouthed kiss to her palm, then he curled her fingers as if to seal in the flagrant action. Heat flooded her veins, coursing through her body as each nerve-end sprang into vibrant life.
‘Michelle.’ His voice held a faint inflection, an accent that was more international than indicative of his own nationality.
Primitive alchemy, potent and incredibly lethal, was a compelling force, and her skin burned where his lips had touched.
‘We meet again.’
Again? She’d never met him in this lifetime. If she had, she’d remember. No woman alive could possibly forget someone of Nikos Alessandros’ calibre!
Michelle was at once conscious of Antonia’s surprised gaze coupled with Jeremy’s sharp attention.
‘You’ve already met?’
‘While Michelle was studying at the Sorbonne in Paris,’ Nikos declared with knowledgeable ease.
A calculated guess? Somehow she doubted it. Which immediately drew the question as to how he came by the information.
‘Really?’ Antonia queried lightly after a few seconds silence.
Michelle watched in fascination as he directed her a blatantly sensual smile. ‘How could I forget?’
She should refute they’d ever set eyes on each other, and accuse him of being a sexist opportunist.
‘Your capacity to remember surprises me.’ That much was true, yet as soon as the words left her lips she wondered at the wisdom of playing his game.
Midsummer madness? An attempt to alleviate the matchmaking techniques employed by two sets of parents? Or just plain devilry.
Nikos’ eyes never left her own, and she experienced the uncanny sensation he could read her mind. Worse, that he could dissect the conventional barriers she’d learnt to erect and divine the path to her soul.
It wasn’t a comfortable feeling. But then, she doubted there was anything comfortable about this man.
Dangerous, occasionally merciless, powerful. And rarely predictable. A tiny imp added, incredibly sexual. An earthy, uninhibited lover who would seek every liberty, and encourage a similar response. Demand, she amended with instinctive knowledge.
Just the thought of what he could do to a woman, and how he would do it was enough to raise all her fine body hairs in a gesture of...what? Self-preservation? Anticipation?
Her eyes dilated at a highly erotic image, one that was so evocative she was unable to subdue the flare of heat from her innermost core.
‘Indeed?’ That deep drawl held a wealth of meaning she didn’t even want to explore.
Antonia sensed it, and immediately launched into an attempt at damage control. ‘Nikos, you must allow Emerson to get you a drink.’ She placed a hand on his sleeve, and for a moment Michelle held her breath at the possibility he might detach Antonia’s hand and opt to stay where he was.
Something moved in his expression, then he smiled, inclining his head in mocking acquiescence as he allowed his hostess to steer him away.
The electric force-field evident didn’t diminish, and it took considerable effort to lift the glass to her lips and take a sip of wine.
‘You know him.’
Michelle’s lips parted to deny it, only to pause fractionally too long.
‘And to think I’ve been playing the gentleman,’ Jeremy drawled silkily, raising his glass in a silent mocking salute as he conducted a slow encompassing survey from the top of her head to the tip of her toes and back again.
Indignation heightened the dark golden sparks in her green eyes, and anyone who knew her well would have heeded the silent warning.
‘One has only to look at Nikos to know his friendship with women is inevitably of an intimate nature.’
‘Really?’ Michelle tempered the query with a deceptive smile. She wanted to hit him. ‘You’d dare to accuse me on the strength of another man’s reputation? ’
Antonia Bateson-Burrows’ announcement that dinner was ready proved opportune.
‘Can you blame me for being jealous?’ Jeremy offered as they crossed to the dining room.
Nikos Alessandros had a lot to answer for, she determined wryly.
Unbidden, her gaze shifted to the tall male Greek a few feet distant, and she watched in fascinated surprise as he turned briefly towards her.
Those dark slate-grey eyes held an expression she couldn’t fathom, and for one infinitesimal second everything faded to the periphery of her vision. There was only him. The subdued chatter, the other guests, were no longer apparent.
A slight smile curved his lips, but his eyes remained steady, almost as if he withheld a knowledge of something she couldn’t even begin to presume.
The breath caught in her throat, and she deliberately broke the silent spell by transferring her attention to the proposed seating arrangements.
With any luck, Nikos Alessandros would be at the opposite end of the table, precluding the necessity to indulge in polite conversation.
An accomplished hostess, Antonia skilfully manoeuvred her guests into chairs, shuffling them so there were six on one side with five on the other, while she and Emerson took their position at the head of the table.
Oh hell. Thirteen at the dinner table on Friday the thirteenth. Could it get any worse?
Don’t tempt Fate by even thinking about it, a tiny voice taunted, only to discover she faced Nikos across a decorative floral centrepiece.
Emerson poured the wine while Antonia organised the serving of the first course.
‘Salute.’ Nikos’ accent was flawless as he lifted his glass, and although his smile encompassed everyone seated at the table, his eyes remained fixed on Michelle.
The soup was delicious vichyssoise, although after the first spoonful Michelle’s tastebuds seemed to go on strike.
Succulent prawns in a piquant sauce were served on a bed of mesclan lettuce, and she sipped the excellent white wine, then opted for chilled water in the need for a clear head.
The conversation encompassed a broad spectrum as it touched briefly on the state of the country’s financial budget, the possibility of tax reform and its effect on the economy.
‘What is your view, Michelle?’
The sound of that faintly accented drawl stirred her senses. Her hand paused midway in its passage from the table to her lips, and her fingers tightened fractionally on the goblet’s slim stem.
‘Inconsequential, I imagine. Given that whatever my opinion, it will have little effect in the scheme of things.’
Jeremy’s silent offer to refill Nikos’ glass was met with an equally silent refusal.
The fact that Nikos declined didn’t halt Jeremy’s inclination to fill his own glass.
‘Nevertheless, I would be interested to hear it.’
Having set the cat among the pigeons, it’s a source of amusement for you to watch the outcome, she surmised silently. But what if one of the pigeons was unafraid of the cat? Two could play this game.
‘As I recall, you were never particularly interested in my mind.’
His eyes held hers, mesmeric in their intensity. She watched as his lips parted to reveal even white teeth, and noticed the movement deepened the vertical slash on each cheek.
‘Could anyone blame me, pedhi mou?’
His drawled endearment curled round her nerve-ends and sent them spiralling out of control.
‘I’ll serve the main course.’
Michelle heard Antonia’s words, and watched absently as the hired help cleared plates and cutlery and replaced them.
‘Some more wine, Nikos?’
Emerson, ever the genial host, merely warranted the briefest glance. ‘Thank you, no.’ He returned his attention to Michelle. ‘I haven’t the need for further stimulation.’
This was getting out of hand. It was also gaining the interest of everyone seated at the table.
Chicken in a lemon sauce accompanied by a selection of braised vegetables did little to tempt Michelle’s flagging appetite, and she sampled a few mouthfuls of chicken, took a delicate bite of each vegetable, then set down her cutlery.
Water, not wine, was something she sipped at infrequent intervals as she wished fervently for the evening to end.
Yet there was dessert and the cheeseboard to complete the meal, followed by coffee. It would be at least another hour before she could make some excuse to leave.
Jeremy leaned towards her and placed an arm along the back of her chair.
‘Tell me, darling.’ His voice was a conspiratorial murmur. ‘Is he incredibly physical in bed?’
She didn’t deign to answer, and deliberately avoided glancing in Nikos’ direction as she conversed with the guest seated next to her. Afterwards she had little recollection of the topic or her contribution.
Dessert was an exotic creation of baklava, together with fresh fruit and brandied cream.
Michelle passed on both, and selected a few grapes to freshen her palate.
‘Shall we adjourn to the lounge for coffee?’ Antonia queried when it appeared everyone had had their fill.
They were the sweetest words Michelle had heard in hours, and she subdued her enthusiasm as she stood to her feet and joined her parents.
Chantelle Gerard cast her daughter a thoughtful glance. ‘I had no idea you knew Nikos Alessandros.’
Money was important. Breeding, equally so. The Bateson-Burrows possessed both. But the Alessandros’ fortune couldn’t be ignored.
Michelle could almost see the wheels turning in her mother’s brain. ‘I intend leaving very soon.’
‘You’re going on somewhere with Jeremy, darling? ’
‘No.’
‘I see,’ Chantelle voiced sagely. ‘We’ll talk in the morning.’
‘Believe me, Maman, there is absolutely nothing to tell,’ Michelle assured with an edge of mockery, watching as her mother lifted one eyebrow in silent chastisement. ‘Nothing,’ she added quietly.
Twenty questions at dawn wasn’t her favoured way to begin the day. However, Chantelle was well-practised in the art of subtle manipulation, and Michelle was able to interpret every nuance in her mother’s voice.
‘We can easily give you a lift home if you’re prepared to wait awhile.’
She should have brought her own car. Except Jeremy had insisted he collect her. Not a wise move, she decided wryly in retrospect.
The mild headache she’d thought to invent was no longer a figment of her imagination. And Jeremy was fast becoming a nuisance. Her apartment was less than a kilometre away, a distance she’d entertain no qualms in walking during the day. However, the night hours provided a totally different context for a woman alone.
‘I’ll call a taxi.’
Antonia offered a superb blend of coffee, together with liqueur, cream, milk, exotic bite-sized continental biscuits and a variety of Belgian chocolates.
Michelle added milk and sugar, and sipped it as quickly as etiquette allowed. Placing her cup and saucer down onto a nearby side-table, she turned towards her hosts, and her stomach executed a slow somersault as she discovered Antonia and Emerson deep in conversation with Nikos Alessandros.
Just pin a smile on your face, thank them for a pleasant evening, and then exit the room. Two or three minutes, five at the most.
Almost as if he sensed her hesitation, Nikos lifted his head and watched her approach.
Jeremy appeared at her side and draped an arm over her shoulder. His hand lingered a hair’s-breadth from her breast, and she stepped sideways in an effort to avoid the familiarity, only to have Jeremy’s hand close firmly over her arm.
‘Finished doing the duty thing with your parents?’
She took exception to his tone, and his manner. ‘I don’t regard talking to my parents as a duty.’
‘You obviously don’t suffer parental suffocation as a result of being the only child,’ he alluded cynically.
‘No,’ she responded evenly.
‘Ready to leave?’ Nikos queried smoothly as she joined Jeremy’s parents. ‘If you’ll excuse us,’ Nikos announced imperturbably to his hosts. ‘Michelle and I have some catching up to do.’ He caught hold of her hand and drew her forward, inclined his head towards a startled Jeremy, then led her from the lounge.
‘What do you think you’re doing?’ she hissed as soon as they reached the foyer.
‘Providing you with a lift to your apartment.’
‘Michelle.’ Jeremy drew level with them. ‘I’ll take you home.’
She felt like hitting each of them. One for being overly possessive and childishly jealous. The Greek for his arrogance.
‘There’s no need to leave your parents’ guests,’ Nikos intoned pleasantly. ‘Michelle’s apartment building is almost opposite my own.’
How did he know that?
‘She’s my girlfriend,’ Jeremy reiterated fiercely as he turned towards her.
This was getting worse by the second.
‘Michelle?’ Nikos’ voice was silk-encased steel.
Jeremy’s hand closed over her shoulder, as if staking a claim. ‘Damn you, tell him.’
‘There’s nothing to tell,’ she assured quietly, and winced as Jeremy’s hold tightened.
‘I don’t think so, my friend,’ Nikos drawled with dangerous softness, and Jeremy turned towards him with emboldened belligerence.
‘This is none of your business!’
‘I disagree.’
‘Why would you do that?’
‘Because Michelle is with me.’
‘Damned if she is!’ Jeremy’s face contorted with fury.
‘You want proof?’ Nikos demanded silkily.
Michelle didn’t get the chance to say a word in protest as Nikos drew her into his arms and covered her mouth with his own.
Possessive and frankly sensual, he took advantage of her surprise to taste and plunder at will, then before she could protest he gathered her close and turned the kiss into something incredibly erotic.
Her heart jumped, then raced to a quickened beat as one hand slid to hold fast her nape while the other cupped her bottom and brought her into startling contact with hard male arousal.
Each and every one of her senses intensified as he sought her response.
Passion...electric, magnetic, shameless, it tore through all the conventional barriers to a primitive base that was wholly sexual.
It was as if an instinctive knowledge existed between them, she registered dimly. Something that sanctioned the way his mouth wreaked havoc with her own.
She was supremely aware of him, everything about him. The faint layers of texture and smell heightened her senses...the subtle tang of his cologne, the texture of his skin, the fine fabric of his clothing.
There was a part of her that wanted to travel with him wherever this sensual path might lead, while the sensible sane part registered alarm.
With a groan of disgust she dragged her mouth away. Her breathing was ragged, and for the space of a few seconds she had no knowledge of where she was. There was only the man, and a mesmeric helpless hunger.
‘What in hell do you think you’re doing?’
Jeremy’s voice seemed to come from a distance, and she struggled to focus on the immediate present.
‘Right now, taking Michelle home,’ Nikos declared with deceptive mildness. Without missing a beat he lifted one eyebrow in silent query. ‘Michelle?’
Dammit, his breathing was even, steady, while hers seemed as wild and ragged as her heartbeat.
‘Walk away from me,’ Jeremy warned. ‘And I won’t have you back.’
She registered Jeremy’s rage and felt vaguely sickened. ‘You never had me in the first place.’
The sound of voices and the appearance in the foyer of two other guests had a diffusing effect, and Jeremy’s expression underwent an abrupt change from anger to affability.
‘Let’s get the hell out of here,’ Nikos instructed quietly, taking hold of her arm.
He led her down the few steps to the driveway, and she made a futile effort to wrench her arm free from his grasp as they drew abreast of a large BMW.
‘Don’t,’ he warned silkily. ‘You’ll only hurt yourself.’
It was difficult to determine his expression in the dim half-light as he withdrew a set of keys, unlocked the door, then handed them to her. ‘Drive, if it will make you feel safer to be with me.’
The soft crunch of gravel as footsteps approached intruded, and she stood stiffly as they drew close.
‘Goodnight, Michelle. Nikos.’
Nikos returned the acknowledgement as the couple slid into the car immediately behind them, and in an unbidden gesture Michelle thrust the keys at him, then she unlatched the door and slid into the passenger seat.
Nikos took his position behind the wheel, fired the engine, then eased the car onto the road. Minutes later the powerful car entered the main northbound highway, traversed it for less than a kilometre, and took the next turnoff that led into suburban Main Beach.
She was supremely conscious of him, the slight flash of gold on his wrist as he handled the wheel.
‘We’ll stop at a café for coffee,’ Nikos informed as they paused at a set of traffic lights. ‘There’s something I’d like to discuss with you.’
‘The subtle “your apartment or mine?” spiel?’ Michelle mocked with light sarcasm. ‘Forget it. One-night stands aren’t my thing.’
‘I’m relieved to hear it.’
The lights changed, and within minutes the powerful engine purred down a notch as he decelerated and touched the brakes, then he eased the vehicle to a halt.
Michelle reached for the door-clasp, a word of thanks ready to emerge from her lips.
Then she froze.
The underground car park was similar to a multitude of beneath street-level concrete caverns. Except it wasn’t her apartment car park.
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