What the Greek's Money Can't Buy(33)

                ‘Of...of course, Mr Pantelides.’

                Curiously, she paled a little bit more. Sakis frowned then chalked it down to exhaustion. They’d both been driven by dire circumstances to the pinnacle of their endurance. He needed to let her go to her room instead of crouching over her like some dark lord about to demand a virgin sacrifice.

                He grimaced and stepped back, slamming down the need to stay where he was. Tension stretched over every of inch of his skin until he felt taut and uncommonly sensitive. ‘I think we find ourselves in a unique enough situation where it’s okay for you to call me Sakis.’

                She shook her head. ‘No.’

                His brow shot up. ‘Just...no?’

                ‘I’m sorry, but I can’t.’ Edging away from him, she sprang to her feet. ‘If that’s all you need tonight, I’ll say goodnight.’

                ‘Goodnight...Brianna.’ Her name sounded like the sweetest temptation on his lips.

                She hesitated. ‘I would really prefer it if you kept calling me Moneypenny,’ she said.

                Immediate refusal rose to his lips. Until he remembered he was supposed to be her unimpeachable boss, not a demanding lover who was at this moment repeating her given name over and over in his mind. ‘Very well. See you in the morning, Moneypenny.’

                He straightened from the table and watched her walk away, her pert bottom tight and deliciously curvy beneath her khaki pants, causing blood to rush hot and fast southward.

                He still sported a hard-on that wouldn’t die when his phone rang in his suite an hour later. He stopped pacing his small balcony long enough to snag it from the coffee table where he’d dumped it.

                ‘Pantelides.’

                The short conversation that ensued made him curse long and fluently for several minutes after he hung up.





                                      CHAPTER FIVE

                THE FIRM HAMMERING on her door made Brianna’s already racing heart threaten to knock itself into early retirement. Considering the way it’d been racing for the past hour—ever since her wits had deserted her in the conference room—it would’ve been merciful.

                What the hell had she been thinking?

                Hard knuckles gave the wooden door another impatient workout.

                Consciously loosening her tense shoulders, she blew out a reassuring breath and forced composure back into her body. The hastily pulled together bland look was in place when she answered the door.

                Sakis stood on the threshold, frowning down at his phone.

                ‘What’s wrong?’ she asked before she could stop herself. The feeling that passed through her, she recognised as worry, a curiously recurring feeling over the past two days. Not cool, Brianna. In fact, a wincingly large percentage of her reactions today had been...off. From the moment he’d stared down at her and told her in that mesmerising voice, ‘I don’t know what I’d do without you,’ her judgement had been skewed.

                Watching him pace with mounting frustration all day, wishing there was something she could do, had rammed home the fact that her professional equanimity was still very much in jeopardy.

                Now...now he looked as if he’d clawed frustrated fingers through his hair several times. And the lines bracketing his mouth had deepened. She cleared her throat.