One Night to Risk It All(14)

                Of course he does. Like he’s here by accident? You can only be a naive fool to a certain point, moron.

                “Alexios,” she said his name again and he sat up, a wicked smile curving his face. When he actually looked at her, the smile faded.

                As if he knew, even half asleep, that he wasn’t waking to the postcoital scene he was hoping to be a part of. As if he knew that his response to the name had been wrong.

                He’d probably already forgotten which woman he’d been in bed with. Which hotel.

                That made her want to be violently ill. Or just violent.

                But for the moment, she had to stay calm. She had to get answers.

                “Rachel,” he said, his voice as strong as whiskey and good sex, going straight to her head and making her toes curl. “You should come back to bed.”

                “I don’t... No.” She put her hand on her forehead. “Not right now. I...”

                His eyes met with her hands. Where her fingers held his wallet. He looked back up at her, one black brow arched. Something in his manner changed. In an instant, he changed.

                He pushed his dark curls off of his forehead and for a second she thought she was looking at a stranger. A naked stranger.

                Then she realized that was what he was. She didn’t know this man. Not at all. She’d fooled herself into thinking they’d shared something. That their souls had met, or some such idiocy. But they hadn’t.

                It only underlined her stupidity. Her weakness.

                Last night, she’d felt like herself. Freed from all the layers of protection and expectation. Somehow slipped free of those well-meaning, soul-binding words spoken by her parents all those years ago. She’d felt real. Well, real Rachel was, it turned out, incredibly stupid. There was a reason she’d been kept in hiding.

                “You know who I am, don’t you?” she asked.

                He stood, the covers falling from around his waist, his body, his beautiful hard body, on display for her. And even now it made her heart leap into her throat. Like it was trying to climb out so it could get a look at the view.

                “Why were you looking at my wallet?”

                “It was on the floor. I picked it up. I thought, ‘nice wallet for a cabin boy.’ Clearly far too nice. So now you might as well tell me the truth.”

                “I know who you are,” he said. “Imagine my surprise when you found me before I could find you. Imagine my further surprise when I realized I didn’t need a week or a special event to seduce you. You were a lot easier than I expected.”

                “To what end?” she asked, her heart thundering, her hands shaking. “Why would you... Why...?”

                “Because I want what he has. Everything. And I’ve had something very special to him now. Now we both know I’ve had you first.”

                “You bastard,” she said, scouring the room for her clothes. “You...! This is my hotel room.” She stopped collecting her clothes and started getting his instead. “Get your clothes and get out.” She threw his shorts at him, then his shirt. “Out!”

                He started dressing. “I don’t know who you think your fiancé is, but I know who he is.”