One Night to Risk It All(13)

                She got out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom, taking care of early morning necessities and looking at herself in the mirror. She looked... Her hair was a wreck. She was pretty sure the dark mark on her neck was a hickey.

                She smiled. She should not be enjoying this. But she was.

                Real life could be dealt with later.

                She pushed her hair back and walked out into the hotel room again, and stopped when she saw Alex’s wallet on the floor. It was open, from when he’d taken out the condom and thrown it onto the ground. After that incident, he’d procured protection from the concierge. Much to her chagrin.

                Well, and delight, if she was completely honest. She’d absolutely benefitted from the acquisition of a box of condoms.

                She bent down and picked his wallet up without thinking. It was an expensive wallet. Black leather with fine stitching. Like something her father, or Ajax, would own. Strange because his clothes were so worn. Because he worked on a boat.

                Her eyes skimmed over to his ID. He had an American driver’s license. Which seemed odd. Because he was Greek, no question. Though, perhaps his employer was American.

                Okay, snoopy. Not really your business.

                And it wasn’t. They weren’t trading life stories so it wasn’t really fair for her to be looking at his personal property.

                Before she could snap the wallet shut and put it on the table, she read his name. Not on purpose. But she saw it, and then all she could do was stare.

                She knew his name.

                And for a full thirty seconds, she didn’t know from where.

                Alexios Christofides.

                She heard the name in Ajax’s voice. A growl, a curse. He’d been nettling Ajax for months. Buying shares in his business, reporting him to the IRS for suspected tax wrongdoing, reporting him to environmental agencies. All false accusations, but things that had cost time and money.

                He wasn’t a cabin boy, that was for sure.

                And he wasn’t a stranger.

                She’d been seduced by her fiancé’s enemy.

                She thought the floor might shift beneath her feet and fall out from beneath her like sand, dropping her back into the past, in a moment so close to this one it made her want to scream.

                Colin, so angry over her refusal to sleep with him, revealing who he really was. What he really wanted from her.

                If you don’t want to put out, that’s fine. But I have all those nice pictures of you. A very compelling video. Of what you did for me. I don’t need sex. A little money from the media will be even nicer.

                She’d thought she was smarter. More protected. Different.

                She was the same foolish girl she’d always been. Worse, even, because this time the villain had succeeded in his seduction. He’d more than succeeded.

                What she’d done with him...what she’d let him do to her...

                “Alexios?”

                The man in her bed stirred and Rachel tried not to pass out. Tried not to vomit. Or run screaming from the room.

                She had to know what had happened. She had to know if he knew who she was.