The Mistress: The Mistress\Wanted: Mistress and Mother (13 page)

“No, that isn’t it at all. I’d love to go. I just wasn’t
sure….” She trailed off, determined not to dig her hole any deeper.

“Then it is settled. We’ll go out shopping tomorrow after I’ve
fed you properly.”

She grinned. “You make me sound like a pet.”

A slow, sexy smile curved his mouth. “I like the sound of you
being my pet. My own personal, pampered pet,” he purred.

Heat sizzled through her body like an electric current. She
swallowed and took a sip of her water in an attempt to assuage the tingling
warmth.

Then he laughed, and the sound sent a flutter of awareness over
her nerves. “You like the idea, too, I see.”

She blushed and ducked her head. “I like the idea of being your
anything,” she said honestly.

He reached across the table and tugged her fingers into his
hand. “You are mine,
agape mou.
That is what you
are.”

“Then take me home and make love to me,” she whispered.

Chapter 12

T
he next morning, Chrysander left their bed
early. He kissed her softly on the brow and told her he would come for her at
noon. Marley yawned sleepily, murmured her goodbye and turned over to go back to
sleep. His soft chuckle echoed in her ears as she drifted off.

When she woke again, she squinted against the sunlight and
glanced over at the clock. She still had hours until her lunch date with
Chrysander, and she had no desire to spend them sitting around the
apartment.

With so many of Chrysander’s security men milling about, surely
one of them would have access to transportation. She could commandeer one of
them and go out on her own a bit, though she had no idea where she’d go
exactly.

And then another thought occurred to her. With Chrysander being
such a stickler for tight security, she doubted she’d gone anywhere without it
in the time they were together. If that was the case, then surely one of them
would have an idea of the places she’d visited and the things she liked to
do.

Considerably cheered by that realization, she hurried into the
shower. Thirty minutes later, she rode the elevator down to the lobby and got
off. She could see a burly-looking man standing by the door and recognized him
as the man Chrysander called Stavros.

He snapped to attention when he saw her walking toward him.

“Miss Jameson,” he said in a heavy Greek accent. “Is there
something I can do for you?”

She noticed the way he subtly moved to bar the door so she
could not exit and nearly laughed.

“I’m sure Chrysander has told you that I...that I’ve lost my
memory.”

He nodded, and his expression softened.

“What I was wondering is if you could tell me whether or not I
had security assigned to me before my accident.”

“I personally saw to your protection,” Stavros said.

“Oh, good! Then maybe you can help me. I’d like to go out, but
I don’t really know where. I mean, I don’t know what places I liked to go, and
since you no doubt followed me everywhere I went, maybe you could take me to
some of those places today.”

He paused for a moment as if considering her request. Then he
dug out a cell phone from his pocket, punched a button and stuck the phone to
his ear. He spoke rapidly in Greek, nodded a few times then extended the
receiver to her.

“Mr. Anetakis would like to speak to you.”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake,” she huffed as she took it. “You didn’t
waste any time ratting me out, did you?” She stared accusingly at Stavros, who
didn’t look the least bit apologetic.

Chrysander laughed in her ear. “What sort of trouble are you
causing,
agape mou?
”

She sighed a little ridiculously. After that first awkward time
he’d murmured the endearment, he’d used it with increasing frequency. It turned
her to mush every time it slid over her ears, warm and vibrant.

“I wanted to go out for a while. I’ll be back in time for our
lunch, I promise.”

“Enjoy your morning, but be careful and don’t overexert
yourself. If you find you’re running late, have Stavros call me, and I can meet
you for lunch so you don’t have to return to the apartment.”

She smiled and murmured her agreement. They rang off, and she
handed the phone back to Stavros. “You and I need to have a conversation about
tattling.”

He didn’t bat an eyelash. “I assure you, Miss Jameson, we’ve
had such conversations in the past.”

She grinned and then watched as Stavros put a hand to the small
earpiece he wore and barked out several orders in Greek.

Within moments a car rolled around the front, and yet another
security man got out to open the door for her. Stavros ushered her out of the
building and settled her comfortably in the vehicle before he and the other man
took seats in the front.

The privacy glass between the front and backseats lowered, and
Stavros turned to look at her over his shoulder.

“Where would you like to go, Miss Jameson?”

“I don’t know,” she said with a laugh. “Can you give me a tour
of some of the places I used to go?”

He nodded, and they drove onto the busy New York streets.

Their first stop was a small coffee shop a few blocks away from
the apartment. It was clear that Stavros hadn’t expected her to want to get out,
because when she made the intention known, his lips drew into a disapproving
line. Still, he and the other man with him escorted her inside the small
café.

It was cozy and brimming with conversation and laughter. It
felt inviting, and she could well see herself in a place like this. But it
didn’t spark any memories. With a sigh, she turned and told Stavros she was
ready to leave.

Next they pulled up to a small market, and she looked at
Stavros in surprise.

“You liked to cook for Mr. Anetakis, particularly when he’d
been out of the country for an extended period of time. We would come here to
shop for the necessary ingredients. Then you’d make me carry back all the
sacks,” he added with a small smile.

“Was I so very trying?” she teased.

“It was my pleasure to accompany you on your outings,” Stavros
said.

“Why, it sounds like you like me.” She grinned up at the burly
man, trying to gain any sort of recognition, some flicker that maybe they’d
bantered like this in the past. “Where to next?”

They visited a library and a small art shop, and while she
could see herself in those places, she recalled nothing. When the car rolled to
a stop in front of a park, for a moment panic quivered in her stomach.

“Are you all right?” Stavros demanded.

She looked up to see him standing at the open door, waiting for
her to climb out.

“Maybe we should return now. It’s nearly time for your lunch
with Mr. Anetakis.”

“No,” she said as she hastened out of the car. No, she wanted
to be here. Needed to be here. Something about this place had caused a tremor in
her mind even if it was uncomfortable.

She walked down the pathway and gathered her coat tighter
around her. In truth, it wasn’t that cold. The afternoon sun shone warmly, but
she felt a chill, one that reached far inside her.

Behind her, Stavros and his second flanked her, and she had the
brief thought that she appeared far more important than she was. Her gaze locked
on to a stone bench that overlooked a statue, and she moved toward it, not sure
why she was so drawn by it.

Marley sat down and spread her hands over the cool stone. She
stared ahead and felt a glimmer of sadness. It made no sense, but she knew she
had sat here before, and she knew that she had felt fear. Uncertainty.

She raised her hands to cup her face and leaned over, huddled
on the bench. It was there, just out of reach, so close she could feel the heavy
weight of sadness, of indecision.

A hand touched her shoulder, and Stavros’s concerned voice
reached her. “Are you all right? Do I need to call Mr. Anetakis? Perhaps I
should take you to the hospital.”

She shook her head and looked up. “No. I’m fine. It’s just that
I’ve been here before. I can feel it.”

Stavros nodded, though the concern didn’t leave his eyes. “You
often said this was your thinking spot.”

“It would appear I had a lot to think about,” she murmured.

He checked his watch. “Let me call Mr. Anetakis and tell him to
meet us at the restaurant. By the time we return to the apartment, you could
already be eating.”

She didn’t object when he gently helped her up, and instead of
walking just behind her, he held her elbow as they walked back to the car.

“Stavros, please don’t concern Chrysander,” she said as he put
her into the car. “He’ll have me back at the apartment in bed.”

“Which is perhaps where you should be,” Stavros said.

She made a face. “You’re seriously no fun. I’m supposed to go
shopping. For a wedding dress no less. I can’t very well do that if I’m in
bed.”

Stavros looked to be fighting a smile as he closed the door. A
moment later, the privacy glass slid down and Stavros turned to look at her. “If
Mr. Anetakis asks, I’ll simply say we had a quiet day on the town.”

“I knew there was a reason I liked you,” she said cheekily, her
good spirits restored.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Chrysander met them at the
car and promptly dismissed Stavros, saying he would have his driver take him and
Marley home when they were through shopping.

Over lunch, Chrysander asked how her morning had gone, and she
explained about all the places Stavros had taken her. But when she asked him
about his morning, he grew silent and vague.

Not wanting to cast a pall over the day, she swiftly changed
the topic to their shopping.

“Exactly how fancy is this reception we’re attending?” she
asked as she savored another bite of the rich pasta.

He quirked one eyebrow. “That depends on your definition of
fancy.”

“Oh, then I can wear my blue jeans and maternity top,” she said
sweetly.

He laughed. “While I certainly would not object to you wearing
your blue jeans, I do not want others seeing you in something that cups your
bottom so lovingly.”

“Am I supposed to dress up then?” she asked with a sigh.

“Don’t concern yourself with it,
pedhaki
mou.
I will choose the perfect dress for you.”

“I won’t wear high heels,” she said resolutely. “There is no
way I’m waddling around on toothpicks.”

“Of course not,” he said in a tone that suggested she was crazy
for even mentioning it. “I’m certain it’s not advisable for a pregnant woman to
put herself through such torture. What if you fell?”

“Maybe I could go barefooted,” she said mischievously.

He laughed. “And maybe I should stick to a plan of keeping you
at home solidly under lock and key.”

She swallowed the last bite of her pasta and reluctantly pushed
the plate away. “That was so wonderful, and I ate far too much.”

“You need to gain some weight. You are too slight as it is. It
is good that you ate well.”

“And if I eat any more, I won’t fit into whatever dress you
plan on buying me.” She glanced down at her rounded belly. “Do they make
ultra-chic wear for pregnant women?”

Chrysander gave her a patient look. “Trust me, Marley. We will
find you something suitable.”

“Just how do you know so darn much about buying dresses
anyway?” she grumbled as he took her out to his waiting car.

“Surely you don’t expect me to answer that?” he said with
barely suppressed amusement.

She shot him a withering look and settled into the car.

As it turned out, he did indeed have a skill for choosing the
perfect dress. He nailed it with the second one she tried on. White silk in a
very simple design. It had spaghetti straps with a conservative bodice, and the
material hugged her belly, drawing attention to the soft mound.

“It makes me look...well, very pregnant,” she said as she
turned to allow Chrysander to look.

“You look absolutely exquisite,” he murmured. “I think every
pregnant woman should like to look as you do right now.”

The appreciation in his eyes sold her on the dress. She had no
desire to look any further. It was carefully wrapped and set aside along with
the low-heeled shoes that she had chosen.

“Tell me,
agape mou,
do you want a
traditional wedding dress?”

She pursed her lips then shook her head. “No, I’d prefer
something simpler, I think.”

The saleslady set several really gorgeous selections in front
of them, and Marley watched Chrysander closely for his reaction.

She fell in love with a peach-colored gown that scraped the
floor and fell in soft waves from her waist. It accentuated her pregnancy in
such a way that she truly felt beautiful and feminine. It was clear by the look
on his face that Chrysander agreed.

To her surprise, instead of returning to the car, he walked her
next door to a jeweler and proceeded to choose a stunning set of diamond
earrings and a matching necklace to go with her wedding dress. Already
speechless, she was reduced to a mere croak when he next selected a sapphire
necklace and earrings that he suggested she wear with the white silk dress to
the reception.

“They will look beautiful with your eyes,
agape mou,
” he murmured next to her ear. “And later, I’d love
nothing more than to see you in these jewels and nothing else.”

Her face exploded in heat, and she looked around to make sure
no one could see her furious blushing.

“You spoil me, Chrysander,” she said as they left the jewelry
store.

“It is my right to spoil my woman,” he said with a shrug.

“I find I quite like it,” she said with a smile.

“That is good, because it would be a shame for you not to enjoy
something I intend to be doing a lot of.”

Impulsively, she scooted against him in the seat and kissed him
full on the lips. A staggered breath escaped him as his hands went out to grip
her arms. Her cheek slid down his until she nuzzled against his neck and she
hugged him tightly.

“Thank you for today. I had so much fun.”

His hand went to her hair and stroked softly as he hugged her
back with his other arm. “You are quite welcome.”

She raised her head and started to move away, but Chrysander
held her fast against him.

“Am I a good cook?” she asked, cocking her head at him.

His face registered surprise. “I’m sorry?”

“Cook. Stavros informed me that I liked to cook for you and
frequently went to the market for ingredients. I wondered if I was any good at
it.”

A peculiar expression lit his face. “That’s right. You did. I
hadn’t thought about it in a while, but yes, you did often cook a meal for me on
my first night home.”

“Were you gone very often?” she asked.

He paused for a moment then slowly nodded. “I’m afraid I was. I
was often out of the country on business. Sometimes we went weeks without seeing
each other.”