“You don’t know him like I do. You think you do, Rachel, but you don’t know him.”
“I do.”
“Why had you never slept with him?”
“He’s not...very passionate. And I figured I wasn’t, either, so fine.”
He chuckled, a dark, humorless sound. “I witnessed some of his behavior back at the compound. He was with the women there. He’s certainly not passionless, and knowing his background I find it worrisome more than anything that he hasn’t touched you. Perhaps he was just going to savor your virginity.”
Her face heated, anger and anxiety shooting through her. “He didn’t know I was a virgin. I had a...a relationship before him, and I didn’t... I obviously didn’t sleep with him, but it wasn’t chaste. Okay? And Ajax and I never discussed it, so he really didn’t know.”
“Trust me, agape, he knew.”
“You didn’t.”
“I only knew you for an afternoon.”
“It had some lasting consequences,” she said, leaning against the window of the car and watching the scenery fly by. “Why am I going with you again?”
“You don’t want me destroying your reputation in the press? Or destroying Ajax at the altar, though I can’t imagine why.”
Her head was swimming. She couldn’t even imagine the Ajax she knew, the man who seemed to spend twenty-four hours a day in a crisply pressed suit, prowling the halls of a drug house and mingling with prostitutes. It didn’t make sense.
“I only know what I know about him.”
And that of all the things that she felt right now—which were blessedly cushioned by shock or she would be rocking in a corner— heartbreak wasn’t one of them. So the other thing she could add to the list of Very Obvious Things She Knew was that she did not love Ajax, for certain.
That part of her was relieved to be fleeing the wedding, even if it was with Alexios Christofides.
Even if she was having his baby.
Her stomach pitched. No, she wasn’t relieved about that. She couldn’t even really think about all that.
“You aren’t going to hold me prisoner, are you?” she asked when the car pulled up to the airport.
“If I wanted to do that, I would have done it back in Corfu.”
“I suppose.”
“There’s no suppose about it. I had you wrapped around my finger, agape mou.”
She gritted her teeth and opened the door to the car. He followed, and an employee came out for their bags. Not the normal treatment, even when she flew, and she was accustomed to first class.
She whirled around to face him. “Actually, Alex, no matter what you say, no matter what your plan was, I’m fairly confident I had you wrapped around mine.”
“You had me by something, but it wasn’t my finger.”
She curled her lip. “You’re despicable. Now which terminal are we going to?”