Kidnapped the Wrong Sister (5 page)

He
spotted her moving down the path towards the beach and with a grin he knew that she was still searching for a way off the island, admiring her perseverance in spite of himself, as he quickly caught up with her.  Moving as quickly as she was able down the uneven path, Diona heard him calling her name, stopping in her tracks as she looked back, watching intently as he strode towards her.  “Will you promise to give up trying to escape?”, he asked, his eyes holding hers.  “Absolutely not”, she threw back defiantly, with such determination that he looked heavenwards, muttering something she could not understand, in Greek.  “In that case I will have to make sure that you don’t get yourself into any trouble”, he finally said, his expression grim as she glared back at him.

“Do you ride Diona?”, he asked more softly, as she frowned at him in surprise.  “A little”, she replied, her voice confused as he placed a hand on her back, instantly causing sensations to travel up and down her body, as he directed her to a path to the side of where she was currently walking.  “Then at least let me show you the island, and prove that there is no way off”

With that he
led her to an area which opened up into a stable block, where a man already stood with two horses saddled and ready to go.  Offering her a hat, which she took and secured on her head, he moved over to talk to the man holding the beautiful animals.  Taking the largest, a black thorough-bred stallion, he swung easily onto the animal, sitting so well, controlling the magnificent beast.  Shaking her head in thanks at the offer of help, Diona placed her foot into the stirrup of the smaller mare, a magnificent chestnut, quickly pulling herself into the saddle, as she fixed the stirrup to the right length.

“So you ride”, he stated with approval.  “Not for years”, she responded, despite herself feeling a sense of exhilaration at once more being on the back of such a wonderful animal.  “Daryle and I used to ride before my mother...” Diona stopped, looking away for a moment as he looked at her in surprise, seeing the way her face became suddenly so sad before she once more regained her composure looking at him with her chin raised defiantly.  “I can manage”, her tone more in control.  With a smile he then led her down towards the beach. 

They
spent the morning riding around the beautiful lush island.  Nikias proved to be an excellent guide as he pointed out different points of interest to her, and she found herself enjoying his company, laughing with him as he seemed to relax in her presence, making small jokes and laughing back at hers.  As they galloped across one of the beaches, she held her breath at how perfectly he controlled the large animal which fought so hard to go faster while he kept it level with her.  She quickly found everything she learnt as a child came rushing back to her, and she smiled back at him with real joy on her face.  She enjoyed the feel of the graceful animal under her and the wind whipping her hair which fell down her back, blowing it around her shoulders as she laughed happily, forgetting for a time why she was there.

At lunchtime they were met on one of the beaches by a young woman holding the hand of a small girl.  The two
talked to Nikias, who had lithely dismounted.  They handed him a basket with food, which he laid down as he lifted the small girl, tickling her.  Diona watched how his handsome face once more broke into that heart-stopping dazzling smile at the small child who laughed back at him, before he put her once more onto her feet, waving as the two moved back up to the house.  He then moved to help her dismount from the tall animal, his hands on her waist instantly causing her body to jump alarmingly. 

“Your child
?”, she questioned, as he grinned back at her.  “No, my housekeeper’s grand-daughter, her daughter is staying here for a few days holiday”, he smiled, a mocking look entering his eyes.  “To my knowledge I don’t have any children”  Diona looked over at him. “It must be so hard to keep up”, she bit out, a small edge coming to her voice as he once more looked at her, a smile on his lips.

“You seem to have a very low opinion of me, Diona”, he murmured, his voice soft as he looked over at her, passing over packs of sandwiches and drinks which she accepted hungrily.  “And yet it is probably better than the one you have of me, or my sister”, she countered, seeing the smile play on his lips.  “And what have I done to gain your censure?”, he asked softly, as she looked at him with disbelief.  “You mean other than kidnapping me and keeping me a prisoner on this island?”, her voice incredulous.  “Yes apart from that”, he replied smoothly, his lips twitching seeing how she looked away, her eyes watching the waves before returning to him.

“After our little run-in at the restaurant, and before you had me spirited away, I read an article about you”, her voice accusing.  “There seemed to be a lot of different women in the pictures, which makes me think that you like to play the field Nikias, so I have to wonder how you can be so hard on your brother when you are little better yourself”

Nikias
frowned, remembering the article she was referring to.  It had been the board’s idea to do the interview, something which he usually shied away from, liking his privacy.  He remembered the attractive interviewer, her name escaping him, and how she flirted with him the whole morning, before he took her to his bed, spending a very forgettable afternoon with her.  Looking over at Diona, he felt the feelings rising within him again.  Why did this woman disrupt him so much when women like the reporter, and if he was honest with himself all his other recent lovers, left him lukewarm?  As he watched her thoughtfully, his mobile began to vibrate, as a text was delivered.  Pulling it from his jeans he looked at the caller ID, seeing his brother’s name and reading the short message with a frown on his face.
  Am ok. Will phone later need to sort something out

With a small smile, he
looked over at Diona.  “Seems your boyfriend is managing without you”, he said, reading out the message to her as she frowned back at him.  “Why is it so hard to get through to you that Alexis is not my boyfriend? Sort something out... what does that mean? And what about my sister?”, she asked with annoyance.  With a grin, he once more rose to his feet, having eaten his fill.

“Well he won’t be your boyfriend for very much longer”, he smiled, elated that his plan to split up Diona and Alexis was working so well.  Although he wondered if there was another reason for now wanting to see the two apart, once more looking down on her wonderful features as she sat looking out to sea, her teeth biting softly on her lip in concentration.

Diona
sighed gently.  The text did not exactly sound as though the two were married yet, in fact she wondered if they had a fight.  Part of her hoped that this was indeed the case, while at the same time she was concerned for her little sister, knowing how badly she took breakups, not that there had been many in her young life.

Looking back over at Nikias she
looked down at the phone in his pocket.  “Don’t suppose you would lend that to me for a moment so I could phone my sister…find out what is going on?”, she asked in a voice which had already resigned itself to the fact that he would not let her have it.  He smiled back at her.  “Let me think…no”, his answer, moving over to offer his linked hands for her to remount her horse, before easily pulling himself onto his own.

For the rest of the afternoon he
was in a great mood as they continued with their trip around the island.  It was nearly five in the evening before they finally arrived back at the stables.  As she dismounted, she smiled ruefully. “Well the one thing I don’t miss about riding is the smell” She grinned at him, as he nodded in agreement, once more flashing her one of his smiles which had her heart flip-flopping in her chest.  She placed her hands on her back, stretching slightly.  “That and the fact that I’ve not been in a saddle for over ten years”, she added. 

With a laugh he
looked at her with a sympathetic light in his eyes.  “In that case you might be a little stiff in the morning”, he said, his eyes watching as she stretched her body, once more feeling the hunger rising within him as he averted his eyes.  Soon this woman would be well and truly out of his hair he thought to himself; however the thought did not make him as pleased as he thought it would.

The two
then returned to the house before moving up to their own bedrooms.  Once more Nikias told her that dinner would be at seven, this time seeing how she nodded, murmuring that she would be there.

In the shower Diona
enjoyed feeling the warm water relaxing her muscles which were already starting to ache slightly.  She took her time dressing, not really understanding her sudden need to make more of an effort.  She pulled on the soft baby blue shirt Daryle had given her for her birthday from the exclusive boutique she worked in; she knew she looked good.  The perfectly tailored top showed off her wonderful figure along with the white silky skirt which matched it so well.  Leaving her hair down, she secured it at the sides with clips which stopped it falling over her face, finishing off by putting on some light makeup and lip gloss.  Looking at the time she saw it was now quarter to seven, amazed at how long it had taken for her to get ready, as she moved back down the stairs.

Walking
into the dining room she saw Nikias leaning against the large fireplace, talking on his mobile. He smiled briefly at her as he continued his conversation.  Diona instantly recognised the language he was speaking so fluently as French, a language she herself spoke well.  He was discussing problems with a shipment and was laying down the law to the man who was on the other end of the phone, his voice full of authority, clipped and masterful.

She
was glad that she made a little effort with her appearance, seeing how he dressed in a light blue long-sleeved shirt and black trousers which fitted his slim waist so well.  She averted her eyes to stop herself staring at his long lean body, his shoulders broad as they tapered down to his slim hips.  She could see the long length of his back, the columns of which stood visibly beneath the shirt as he leant forward to write something down in a notebook.  Finally he called off, the small frown still visible on his brow.  “I am sorry about that”, he said, looking over at her and with admiration.  “Business”, he added, his tone apologetic.  “So I heard”, she replied, “Suppliers……but what are you going to do?” Diona shrugging softly “Shut them down and set up our own supply chain”, he replied grimly, before looking at her in surprise, “You speak French?”  Diona nodded slightly. “Learned at school?”, he asked, watching as she shook her head.  “No, while doing volunteer work with Sans Frontier”, she said, seeing the way he raised his eyebrow in surprise.  “YOU worked for Sans Frontier?”, he said in disbelief, seeing the way her mouth tightened before she shrugged her small shoulders once more.  “Believe what you want” she bit tartly, his tone softening  “I’m sorry, it was just a bit of a surprise, that’s all”, he smiled apologetically.

At that moment the housekeeper
entered the room, wheeling in a tray full of plates of steaming aromatic dishes, which she placed on the table with a smile.  The two then took their seats as he poured her some delicious wine, which she sipped slowly, savouring the expensive merlot, before enjoying the wonderful food which was served on the large mahogany table.

Once more Diona was surprised at what good company Nikias was as he
talked to her about Greece in a manner which fascinated her, before he asked her about her work with the charity, which she talked to him about with an obvious passion.  After dinner they moved into one of the many living rooms, where Diona admired the large ornate chess board which sat in pride of place on the table in the middle of the room.  “Do you play?”, he asked in surprise as she nodded.  “I used to play a lot”, she said ruefully, adding sadly, “Don’t seem to get much of a chance these days”

He
offered to play her a game, more out of politeness, as he rarely found anybody who could beat him in chess.  Of all things, Nikias was a master planner, something which stood him in good stead when playing such a game.  However, he been pleasantly surprised as she played magnificently.  He had to really think hard, as she outmanoeuvred him in several traps he set for her, often turning the tables on him, and he enjoyed the game tremendously.  Eventually though he won, seeing how she smiled, conceding the game.  “Like I said - it’s been a while”, she grinned before giving a small yawn.

“Thank you for the game Nikias, but I think I will turn in now if you don’t mind”, she said, as he stood and taking her fingers in his hand, kissed them.  “Thank you, you play very well”, his voice husky from just the touch of her fingers on his lips.  He could see how she flushed slightly, her eyes filling with a smouldering look, which she tried to hide from him as she moved quickly out of the room.

That night in her bed Diona
saw only his face, and as she fell once more to sleep she remembered the feel of his mouth on hers, moaning with such a strange feeling of pleasure which filled her whole body as she sighed gently.

Waking up the following morning, Diona grimaced, her body stiff after the previous day’s exercise.  With a small grin she chided herself on her state of fitness, wondering if Nikias was suffering, while instinctively knowing that he would not be, given how toned his body looked.  Flushing slightly at this thought Diona threw the covers off, moving to the shower. 

After she
dressed, she moved slowly down the stairs, wincing every now and then before suddenly seeing Nikias at the bottom of the stairs.  He looked up at her, a knowing sympathetic smile coming to his lips.  “Good morning”, he said brightly as she gave him a small weak return smile.

“You will be glad to know that you don’t have to suffer the threat of my cooking this morning”, he joked, as he moved through to the dining room.  Following him, she smelled the delicious aroma of sausages, eggs, bacon and a host of other tempting delights.  Taking some toast and cereal, she sat opposite him, watching with a disbelieving smile on her lips as he piled his plate with food.

“How on earth do you keep yourself so trim eating all that?”, she asked before she could stop the words from leaving her mouth.  He looked up at her with a small grin.  “Well I appreciate the compliment Diona”, he said, his eyes full of mockery, as she flushed at what she just said.  “I...I mean, don’t you know that is very bad for you?”, she added as primly as possible, while he just carried on smiling at her.

“So what are your plans for today?”, he asked her, seeing those lovely blue eyes look back at him as she raised her chin defiantly once more.  “Same as they have always been”, she said, “To find a way off this island and find my sister”  He chuckled gently.  “I will give you marks for perseverance Diona”, he murmured softly, his smile widening as she scowled at him.

“I know a lovely beach where you can swim.  We could take some snorkelling equipment and see if that helps with your stiffness”, he offered gently, seeing how she grimaced as she moved.  For a second Diona felt like telling him to go to hell, part of her panicking at spending so much time with him, not fully understanding why herself.  However, with a small sigh she nodded, part of her wanting to have him with her as she told herself it would give her a chance to perhaps get to the phone he kept in his pocket.  However another part of her laughed at such a flimsy justification.

After breakfast she
moved back upstairs, moaning gently as her body complained.  She put on the bikini she brought with her, realising it was the one which Daryle gave to her when she found out that her sister only possessed one-piece swimsuits, frowning slightly thinking that it was perhaps a little more sexy than she would have liked.  However, when she had been packing she was more pre-occupied with her sister’s predicament than on selecting the correct clothes.  She put on her shorts and a summer blouse over the top which complimented the golden tones of her hair, which was once more securely fastened in a ponytail at the back of her head.  Grabbing her sunglasses and a summer hat, she left the bedroom.

Returning to the large foyer
, she found Nikias already waiting for her; he too was dressed in shorts, which she assumed were swimming trunks, and a t-shirt which clung to his lean body.  He looked up at her as she came down, his eyes hidden behind dark glasses as he smiled at her.  “Don’t we need towels or snorkels?”, she asked, seeing how he carried nothing.  He grinned again. “All sorted”, he simply said, opening the door to let her pass.

He
then directed her to a path following the cliff side, which quickly became steps moving down to the beach below.  When they reached the bottom, Diona could already feel her stiff muscles start to relax as she took a few moments to catch her breath.  Here she saw a small shed which he opened pulling out towels, masks and snorkels. “Made more sense to leave everything down here rather than lugging everything up and down those stairs”, he said with a small laugh in his voice.

Diona
gave a small agreeing nod as she helped him move everything near the water’s edge.  As he pulled off his t-shirt she held back the small gasp, seeing his contoured torso which caused a sudden jolt of want to course through her own body.  He was magnificent; his wide broad shoulders tapered down to such a finely toned stomach.  She followed the V at his midriff as it disappeared beneath his shorts, her throat feeling suddenly very dry at the sight of how beautiful he looked, with his long back arching in such a way as to have her wondering what it would be like to run her fingers down him.

Dropping her eyes in total confusion as to the feelings he was
evoking within her, Diona turned away, slowly pulling off her shorts and shirt, knowing how little she wore underneath.  As she turned back, she could see the way his eyes were sliding over her, a look of desire in them as he took in her ripe breasts and long flat stomach, her bottom flaring out so temptingly, before he put back on his glasses to hide the embers of desire that burned within him.

His voice was a little husky as he
asked if she had ever used a face mask before.  “I did some scuba diving when I was younger”, she told him much to his surprise, as he watched her gently spit into the mask to stop it from steaming up, before washing it in the clear water.  As she stepped into the aqua depths, she gasped with a small giggle.  “It’s cold”, she laughed, as she gingerly moved forward.  “Now you will never get in that way”, he laughed, splashing past her before diving cleanly into the refreshing water.

As he
stood, his whole body glistened as he pushed his hair back from his face before splashing her, making her gasp at the sudden feel of the cold water on her warm skin, laughing despite herself.  Finally she laid back in the water feeling herself panting briefly at the sudden change of temperature before it became so pleasant, cooling her down.

Looking over
, she could see that he had already put on his mask and was waiting for her, as she followed suit.  He led the way as they swam together, watching the schools of small brightly coloured fish as they dove under them.  Diona felt herself becoming completely relaxed, suddenly realising how much fun she was having.  A small jolt of guilt passed over her as she realised that she should be looking for a way off the island, not enjoying floating in the clear waters with the very man who trapped her there.  However, glancing over at him she felt annoyance at her sister at having put her in this predicament in the first place, along with such a strange sensation seeing how he flashed her yet another of those dazzling smiles, while pointing below.  As he dove down, she followed him as they shadowed a small octopus through the crystal-clear water.

As they
once more returned to the shallows, she stood up to her waist and Diona pulled off her mask, catching it in the bobble holding back her wet hair.  With a small action of annoyance she pulled the hair free, dropping her head backwards into the water to smooth out the long hair so that it laid flat against her back.  Looking over at Nikias she held her breath seeing the smouldering look in his eyes as he followed her actions.  As their eyes met, the electric signal which passed between them was almost tangible, both their faces showing the sudden desire which flared between them.  Moving forward he took her hips, pulling her closer in against him, his mouth once more dropping to take hers, as with a groan she allowed him, her mouth meeting his hungrily.

Winding her arms around his neck, she
felt his moving around her waist, pulling her closely against him so that she could feel the hardness of his arousal against her stomach.  With a groan, he lifted her slightly off her feet, holding her to him so tightly, as his lips continued to hold hers, his tongue exploring her soft mouth as he moved forward. 

Reaching the shore
, he laid her on one of the towels, the water still lapping over their feet as he began to kiss down her neck, his mouth finding and holding the lobe of her ear.  She exploded below him, her hands moving along his chest, feeling the rough hairs below her fingers, as her hands flattened to caress him.

He
lifted his head to look down into her face, their eyes meeting, causing such electric signals to pass through them again, as he once more dropped his head, this time his mouth moving to the bikini top and the hardened nipples which strained against the thin material.  As his teeth grazed the hardness she moaned under him, her body moving so sensually against him, as his hand found the clip under her breast and released it, freeing her from the top to allow him to finally look down on her wonderful body, which was causing such disruption in his.

With a masculine sound at the back of his throat he
once more dropped his head to fully cover one of her lovely nipples, his mouth and tongue sucking and licking her so erotically that she was writhing below him with such a need of her own.  He moved his mouth to run it along the line of her stomach, his tongue following the contour as she groaned, her whole body on fire with such a desire for him.  He wanted this woman like no other, and he knew that he had to have her, feeling the strength of his arousal for her, knowing that he needed to feel himself within her. 

As her hand
brushed against the hardness of him, it took all his effort not to explode there and then, as with determination he pulled away from her to remove his trunks.  The sound of his mobile phone broke the spell between the two as she gasped, sitting up and pulling her arms around her legs, covering her breasts.  With a tortured groan he moved over to where his phone was carefully placed under a towel, and with shaky fingers he looked at the caller ID, quickly answering as he recognised his brother’s number.

“Where the hell are you?”, he bit out, making Diona, who still sat in total confusion at what just happened, look over quickly.  As she pulled the bikini top back together, she once more hugged herself, her hands trembling as she watched him, seeing his face become angry and harder.  Looking over at her, he quickly changed to speak in Greek, a deliberate action so that she would not be able to understand him she knew, as she looked down, still trying to calm her breathing, which was so ragged at what had just passed between them.

Diona
stood on unsteady feet, seeing how his eyes followed her, as she pulled on her shorts and shirt over her wet bikini, suddenly feeling the need to have more protection from him.  She dropped her head to hide her expressive eyes from him as he followed her every action, his face now frowning.

As the call
finished, Nikias looked down at the phone, his expression full of anger.  “Well it seems that Alexis is still not prepared to come home”, he said glaring.  “Where is he Diona?”, he asked, his voice suddenly icy as she shook her head.  “I don’t know…did he say anything about my sister?”, she asked him softly, a tone of concern in her voice.  She jumped as he angrily turned on her.  “Enough!”, he bit out, his eyes blazing down. “Your little game is getting very weary, Diona”  He moved over and grabbed her by the shoulders, releasing her instantly as the overwhelming desire once more filled him.

“I’m telling you the truth”, she cried back at him, a small look of fear crossing her lovely eyes. Nikias stepped back, grabbing his t-shirt while pulling it over his head in frustration as he muttered in Greek.  “I have work to do…I’ll see you at dinner…maybe then you will feel more like talking”, his voice clipped, the anger still evident, as he turned and started to move up the steps built into the cliff side.  Diona sank back down onto the sand, her eyes watching him disappearing out of sight, before she sunk her head back into her hands, feeling tears prickling at her eyes.

Once more she
wondered what happened.  She had encouraged him, wanted him in a way that she could still feel beating within her.  What the hell was she playing at - he was using her, she knew that.  He saw her as a way to find his brother, nothing more, nothing less, but she could feel the way his whole image seemed burnt into her very mind.  His love-making, she told herself, was just another way for him to ensure that his brother’s romance would be over, and she groaned with pain, standing up with a renewed need to find her way off this damned island.

For the rest of the day, she
wandered aimlessly; stopping to speak to the few other people she met.  As none of them spoke English, she mimed at them, asking if they had phones.  However, nobody did and she smiled kindly at them as she continued on her way not prepared to ask about a boat, remembering how he told her that if anybody helped her off the island they would be fired.  Diona did not want to be the cause of anybody losing their job, and she felt sure that Nikias was not a man who made idle threats.

As she
returned to the house, she felt hungry, suddenly realising that she had not eaten lunch that day, and she briefly considered going into the kitchen to find something to eat.  However, the thought of bumping into Nikias made her shiver with sensations she was trying so hard to ignore.  Better to stay in her room, she finally told herself, than to risk coming across him again.  Looking at her watch, she sighed seeing that she had plenty of time until dinner as it was still only four in the afternoon.  However, as she entered her room, her whole body suddenly felt heavy.  Diona was not used to the intense heat, or the long hours walking in it, and she felt tired as she dropped onto the bed, almost instantly falling into a deep sleep, her body draped across the cool cream sheets as her hair streamed across the covers like a halo.

Nikias heard her enter the house
and sat for a while thinking about this woman who was causing such disruption to his orderly world.  Closing his eyes, he could still see her wonderful body, and he knew that he wanted her with a need which he had not felt for any woman for such a long time.  His wealth, along with his good looks and charismatic presence, made him a big attraction to women.  They threw themselves at him, and he found himself bored with them after a very short time.  True, as she said, he played the field, but he found that he had little interest in them once he bedded them, finding most women to be shallow and of little substance and he quickly came to view them as disposable.  However, this little witch was getting to him, this woman whom his brother had decided to marry, this woman who was an obvious little gold digger.  Nikias scowled thinking about Diona, yes she was the worst kind of woman,  yet she was also smart, funny, and full of surprises.  She had not pursued him as most did, in fact while she so obviously returned his desire, she seemed to fight the attraction she felt towards him, making him want her all the more.