The Mistress: The Mistress\Wanted: Mistress and Mother (7 page)

She rolled her eyes and allowed him to tug her along with him.
They entered a huge room that looked to be in actuality three separate areas.
They stood in the living room but the floor plan into the kitchen and dining
area was open, and they flowed seamlessly into one another.

Marley’s gaze wandered to the glass doors leading onto a patio
where yet another pool was situated with a view of the ocean in the distance. To
her shock, a woman in a skimpy bikini appeared at the entrance and stepped
inside the house.

She recognized her as Chrysander’s personal assistant, but why
would she be here? And it was certainly too cold to be out sunbathing in such a
suit.

Roslyn looked up, and it was apparent to Marley that she
feigned surprise at seeing them. Though she had a wrap draped over one arm, she
made no move to put it on as she hurriedly crossed the floor toward
Chrysander.

“Mr. Anetakis, I didn’t expect you until tomorrow!”

Her long blond hair trailed seductively down her back, and
Marley gaped as she saw the bottom of Roslyn’s bikini was actually a thong.

“I hope you don’t mind that I took advantage of the
facilities,” Roslyn rushed to say as she put well-manicured fingers to
Chrysander’s arm.

“Of course not,” Chrysander said smoothly. “I did tell you to
avail yourself of whatever you liked. Did you set up my office as I
requested?”

“Of course. I do hope it won’t be a problem for me to remain
one more night? I didn’t arrange for the helicopter to fetch me until tomorrow
morning.”

Roslyn’s wide, innocent eyes didn’t fool Marley, and she felt
the beginnings of a headache drumming in her temples. She pulled her hand from
Chrysander’s and merely walked away, having no desire to listen to the mewings
of his assistant any longer.

“You are welcome to stay, Roslyn. I do hope you’ll have dinner
with us tonight,” Chrysander said politely as Marley mounted the stairs.

She really had no idea where she was going, but upstairs seemed
as good a place as any, and it would put her solidly away from the source of her
irritation. She was nearly to the top when Chrysander overtook her.

“You should have waited for me,” he reproached. “I don’t like
you navigating the stairs by yourself. What if you were to fall? In the future,
someone will escort you up or down.”

Her mouth fell open. “You’re not serious!”

He frowned, clearly not liking her tone of disbelief. “I’m very
serious when it comes to your well-being and that of our child.”

She blew out her breath in frustration as Chrysander escorted
her from the landing of the stairs down the hall to a spacious bedroom. Clearly
this was the master suite. She set aside the protests forming on her tongue and
stared at Chrysander in question.

“Is this to be my room?”

“It is
our
room.”

Heat rose in her cheeks. Her throat suddenly went dry as she
imagined sharing the big bed with Chrysander. Satisfaction gleamed in his eyes
as he observed her reaction.

“Do you have any objections?” he asked softly.

She shook her head. “N-no. None.”

A slow smiled curved his sensual mouth. A predatory gleam
entered his eyes. “That is good. We are in agreement then.”

“I—w-well, not exactly,” she stammered.

He cocked one imperious brow. “We are not?”

She shook herself from the intimate spell he was weaving over
her. The one that had her reduced to a mass of writhing stupidity. She lifted
her chin and stared challengingly at him. “I don’t need an escort to get up and
down the stairs, Chrysander. I’m not an invalid, and I don’t wish to be treated
like one.”

“And I would prefer you had someone with you.” His voice became
steely and determination creased his brow.

“I will not spend our time here as a prisoner, only allowed out
whenever someone can make the time to fetch me back and forth.” She crossed her
arms over her chest and glared mutinously at him.

To her surprise, his shoulders relaxed and laughter escaped
him.

“What’s so funny?” she demanded.

“You are,
pedhaki mou.
You sound
just like you always have. Always arguing with me. You’ve always accused me of
being too set on having things my way.” He gave a shrug that said he accepted as
much.

“Well, since we’re arguing, what is that woman doing here
parading around in next to nothing?”

She hadn’t meant it to come out quite like that. She’d wanted
to sound more casual and less like a jealous shrew, but she’d failed
miserably.

Chrysander’s expression hardened. “You never liked her, but I
would appreciate it if you weren’t rude.”

Marley raised a brow. “Never? And you don’t wonder why?” She
turned her back to Chrysander and walked to the window that overlooked the pool
and the garden to the left that separated the two swimming areas. “Why is it she
is here and seems so comfortable, and yet this is my first visit?”

She tensed when Chrysander’s hands cupped her shoulders.
“Roslyn often travels with me. This time I arranged for her to stay in Corinth
so she is available if I need her, but her presence won’t be an issue for you.”
His lips brushed across her temple. “As to why you’ve never been here, I can
only say that it has never come up. When I would return to New York after being
away for weeks at a time, I was more interested in spending that time with you,
not wasting it traveling.”

Marley turned around and without thinking wrapped her arms
around Chrysander and buried her face in his chest. “I’m just so frustrated. I
won’t apologize, however, for not liking the fact that my fiancé’s personal
assistant is cavorting around with barely a string covering her assets, or that
she seems perfectly at home in a place that I should, but don’t.”

“If it makes you feel better, I did not notice her assets.”
There was a tone of amusement in his voice, and it only served to irritate her
further.

When she tried to wrench away from Chrysander’s arms, he
gripped her shoulders and held her fast. His eyes glistened with a need that
made her stomach do odd flips. Nervously, she wet her lips, and he groaned just
before he slanted his mouth over hers.

She felt as though someone had lit a match as she went up in
flames. Oh, yes, her body recognized, craved his touch. His tongue swept over
her lips, demanding she open to him. Her mouth parted on a sigh, and his tongue
laved hers, hot, electrifying.

She went weak and sagged against him, but he caught her,
holding her tightly against him. A low moan worked from her throat, and he
swallowed it as it escaped. Her hands scraped across his shoulders, clutching
and seeking his strength.

Her nipples beaded and tingled when his fingers skimmed
underneath the waist of her shirt, feathering across her belly and up to where
the lacy bra cupped her breasts. Before she could fully process what his
intentions were, her bra fell loose, and his thumb rolled across one taut
point.

Uncontrollable shudders wracked her small frame as his mouth
slid down her throat and lower. He blazed a molten trail to the curve of one
breast, and when he took the sensitive nipple in his mouth, she nearly shattered
in his arms.

“Please,” she begged.

His head came up at her plea, and shock was reflected in his
golden eyes. “
Theos mou!
I would have ravaged you on
the floor,” he said in disgust. He quickly rearranged her bra and settled her
shirt back over her body.

Her hand shook as she raised it to her swollen lips. Every
nerve-ending in her body screamed in want. Her reaction to Chrysander frightened
her. It was intense. Volatile. How easily she’d gotten carried away as soon as
he’d touched her.

“Do not look at me that way,” he said in a near growl.

“How?” she asked, her voice shaking.

“Like you want nothing more than for me to carry you to our bed
and make love to you all night. I only have so much control.”

She laughed, a hoarse and needy sound. She attempted to calm
her response to his words by smoothing her hands down her sides. “And if that
was what I wanted?”

He reached out to cup her chin. “The doctor will arrive in a
few moments. I want him to examine you and make sure you haven’t overexerted
yourself with our travel. Your health is my first priority.”

“I do believe I’ve been shot down,” she murmured ruefully.

He moved so quickly she barely had time to blink. One minute
they were a foot apart, and the next she was hauled against his chest, his eyes
burning into her.

“Don’t mistake my hesitation for disinterest,” he said in a
soft, dangerous tone. “I assure you, as soon as the doctor has given his
approval on the state of your health, you
will
be in
my bed.”

He slowly let go of her, and she stepped back on faltering
feet. “I believe I hear the helicopter now. That will be the physician and Mrs.
Cahill. Why don’t you freshen up and make yourself comfortable. I’ll send the
doctor up to see you.”

Marley nodded like a dolt then watched as he strode away. As
soon as he disappeared, she sagged onto the bed and clenched her trembling
fingers together in her lap. How could she react so strongly to a man who was,
for all practical purposes, a stranger? It was as he said, though. Her body
recognized him even when her mind did not. She should find comfort in that, but
the intensity of her attraction to him frightened her. In just a few moments,
she’d so easily lost herself to his touch.

Remembering that the doctor would be up in a few moments, and
not wanting to give him any excuse to send her straight to bed, she hastened to
the bathroom, where she splashed cool water on her face in an effort to rid
herself of the flush that still suffused her cheeks.

She dragged a hand through her curls and frowned at her
reflection in the mirror. Her hair didn’t look right. A brief image flashed
across her mind. It was her, laughing, but with shorter hair. Hair that curled
riotously around her head in an unruly cap. Even with such a brief glance into
her memories, she knew she preferred her hair short. So why had she let it grow
long? She shook her head and vowed to get it trimmed as soon as she was
able.

A knock sounded at her door, and she rushed out of the
bathroom. Chrysander walked in, an older man following closely behind him.
Patrice entered after them and smiled at Marley across the room.

“Marley, this is Dr. Karounis. He is a leading obstetrician in
Athens, and he has graciously agreed to see to your care while we are here on
the island,” Chrysander said as he curled one arm around her waist.

“Miss Jameson, it is my pleasure to provide what assistance I
may,” the doctor said formally.

She smiled a little nervously. “Thank you. Chrysander fusses a
bit much. I’m sure it wasn’t necessary for you to come all this way.”

“He wants the best for you and his child,” Dr. Karounis said
with an easy smile. “I can hardly fault him for that.”

She smiled ruefully. “No, I suppose you can’t. Do whatever it
is you need to do to persuade him I’m quite all right.” She aimed a glare at
Chrysander. “And that I’m perfectly capable of navigating the stairs by
myself.”

Chrysander’s expression never wavered. “You will do this for
me,
pedhaki mou.
It is a small thing I ask. Having
someone assist you up and down the stairs will take no longer than if you were
to go by yourself, and I would feel more at ease.”

Oh, he knew just how to make her feel about an inch tall. She
sighed. “Very well.” She looked pointedly at the doctor and then made shooing
gestures at Chrysander and Patrice.

Chrysander pulled her hand to his lips and kissed her palm.
“After the doctor has finished, why don’t you take a long bath and rest before
dinner. I’ll come up for you when it’s time to go down.”

She nodded, and Chrysander’s eyes gleamed in triumph. He turned
and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

Chapter 6

S
omehow, between the visit with the
physician and a very long, relaxing bath, Marley had managed to forget all about
Roslyn’s presence at the house. When Chrysander walked into their bedroom to
escort her down the stairs, she smiled welcomingly.

He stopped in front of her and studied her for a moment. Then
he brushed his lips across hers and folded her hand in his. “You look beautiful.
Your color is much better, and you look rested.”

“The good doctor has proclaimed me fit as a fiddle. So there’s
no cause for concern.”

“That is good,
pedhaki mou.
Your
health is important to me.”

He tucked her arm underneath his, and they headed out of the
bedroom and down the stairs. As they neared the bottom, Marley looked up and saw
Roslyn standing in the entrance to the formal dining room.

Marley stiffened. The woman was immaculately turned out in a
designer dress that molded to every single one of her curves. She looked down
self-consciously at her own very casual slacks and maternity blouse. She felt a
sudden desire to race back up the stairs and change.

Not willing to allow the woman to know how much she had rattled
her, Marley tightened her grip on Chrysander’s arm and plastered a smile on her
face.

“If I had known we wouldn’t be dressing for dinner, I would
have chosen different apparel,” Roslyn said. She made a gesture at her outfit
that drew attention to the plunging bodice. “You usually like a formal dinner.”
She made her last remark directly to Chrysander and cut her eyes toward Marley
as if gauging her reaction to the fact that she knew more about Chrysander’s
likes than Marley did.

Chrysander ushered Marley forward, curling his arm around her
waist in a casual manner. “Marley’s comfort is what is most important, and since
we intend to enjoy a great deal of privacy while we’re here, it makes no sense
to be so formal.”

Marley relaxed and wanted to throw her arms around Chrysander.
Roslyn didn’t seem to be too affected by his statement, however.

“Come,
pedhaki mou.
Mrs. Cahill and
Dr. Karounis are waiting on us to begin dining.”

They walked past Roslyn, leaving her to follow. Marley could
feel the other woman’s malevolent stare boring into her back.

The food, she imagined, was delicious, but she didn’t register
the taste for all the attention she paid it. She smiled until her jaw ached and
nodded appropriately when Patrice or Dr. Karounis spoke, but her focus was on
the quiet conversation between Chrysander and Roslyn.

Chrysander’s head was bent and his expression intent as the two
spoke in low tones. When dessert was served and Chrysander showed no signs of
turning his attention from the woman who sat a little too close, Marley scooted
back in her chair, tossed her napkin down and rose.

Chrysander jerked his gaze to her. “Is everything all
right?”

“Just fine,” she said tightly. “Don’t let me disturb you. I’m
going upstairs.” Before he could respond, she turned and walked away as calmly
as she could.

When she reached the foot of the stairs, Patrice caught up to
her. “Mr. Anetakis doesn’t want you to go up the stairs alone,” she said as she
took Marley’s elbow in her gentle grip.

Marley turned but saw no sign of Chrysander. He wasn’t so
worried that he’d see to the task himself. Obviously Roslyn’s company was a
little more important than his posturing over Marley’s safety.

Fatigue beat at her as she entered the master suite and Patrice
returned downstairs. The long, hot bath she’d taken before dinner had relaxed
her, and she could have gone to bed then. Dinner had just brought back the
tension she’d managed to rid herself of, and she knew she wouldn’t sleep
now.

She gazed down at the pool and gardens from the large window.
The entire area shimmered under bright moonlight. It glowed with a magical
quality, one that called to her. Maybe a walk in the garden would soothe her
irritation.

She pulled a sweater from the closet and tugged it over her
shoulders as she left the bedroom and headed for the stairs.

Not sparing one iota of guilt over the fact that her
doting
fiancé wouldn’t be pleased that she was
ignoring his dictate, Marley eased down the stairs. She held tightly to the
banister, cursing the fact he’d made her paranoid with his concern.

She could still hear the murmur of voices filtering in from the
dining room as she stepped down into the living room. She turned left and
hurriedly crossed the floor to reach the French doors leading to the patio.

When she opened the door and slipped out, a chill blew over her
face and raised goose bumps on her neck. Still, it was a lovely evening, and the
moon shone high overhead.

She followed the stone pathway that led beside the pool and
then veered right into the winding walkway of the garden. In the distance, the
faint sound of the ocean soothed her ears. As she walked farther into the
garden, the sound of running water overrode the distant waves. To her delight,
as she rounded the corner of a thick row of hedges, she found a fountain,
illuminated by spotlights angled from the ground.

Marley moved closer and inhaled the brisk night air. The salty
breeze tasted tangy on her lips, and her fingers crept higher to pull the
sweater more firmly around her body. She shivered with the cold but was
reluctant to depart the scenic spot so soon.

“You should not be out here.”

Chrysander’s voice startled her even as his hands closed around
her shoulders, spinning her around to face him. Anger glinted in his eyes, and
displeasure tightened his jaw.

“How did you find me so quickly?” she asked, refusing to
apologize for her flight.

“I’ve known where you were as soon as you left the house,” he
said calmly. At her confused expression, he said, “I have security posted all
over the island. I was notified the moment you stepped onto the patio. You’ve
been closely watched ever since.”

Her mouth turned down into a frown even as she looked around,
trying to ferret out the security he mentioned.

“You were not to navigate the stairs alone, and you should not
come outside in the darkness unless I am with you.”

“You could hardly accompany me anywhere, glued as you were to
your personal assistant,” she said dryly. She wanted to be flip and sound like
she couldn’t care less, but hurt registered in her voice, and she clenched her
fingers together.

“I neglected you at dinner. For this, I am sorry. I had several
things I needed to go over with Roslyn before she leaves in the morning. I will
be away from my offices during our stay, and while I can work from here, I’d
rather devote the time to you.”

He drew her closer as he spoke, and she felt herself go weak.
She hated jealousy and would like to believe she wasn’t a jealous person, but
how was she to know? Did she always feel such burning insecurity when it came to
Chrysander? She hoped not. It had to be a miserable existence.

She leaned her forehead on his chest and closed her eyes. His
spicy scent surrounded her, blocking out the salt in the air and the fragrance
of the garden. Warmth enveloped her and bled into her body. “I’m sorry,” she
whispered.

He pulled her away and tilted her chin up with one finger.
“Promise me you won’t go off like this again. I cannot protect you and our child
if you won’t heed my precautions.”

She stared up at him, watched slow desire burn its way through
his eyes. Her breath caught in her throat, and all she could do was nod. She
wanted him to kiss her again, touch her.

“I have spoken with Dr. Karounis,” he said huskily. His finger
trailed up her jaw and then over her cheek and back to her lips.

“What did he say?” she asked breathlessly.

He reached down and swept her into his arms. She let out a
startled gasp as she landed against his hard chest.

“He saw no reason I could not make love to you.”

“You asked him that?” she squeaked. Mortification tightened her
cheeks, and she buried her face in his neck.

His low chuckle vibrated against her mouth. “I would not
endanger you or our child, so I had to be sure I would not hurt you by taking
you to my bed.”

He strode back up the path toward the patio, bearing her weight
without the slightest difficulty.

“Chrysander,” she protested. “If there are all these security
men around who see everything we do, then you shouldn’t be carrying me off like
this. They’ll know what you’re doing!”

He laughed but continued on. “You are cute when you’re
embarrassed,
pedhaki mou.
They are all men. They
understand very well what it is I do.”

She groaned and kept her face firmly planted, unable to bear
the thought of looking up and seeing one of the security men milling about.

He nudged the French doors open with his foot then shouldered
them aside as he ducked inside with her. As he climbed the stairs, Marley’s
nervousness grew. She wanted what was about to happen, but she also feared it.
How could she retain any amount of control when he shattered it with one
touch?

Her physical reaction to him made her feel vulnerable, as
though she couldn’t shelter any part of herself from him. She wasn’t even
entirely sure she wanted to, but until she could fully remember the scope of
their relationship, she needed to be able to protect her emotions.

Chrysander laid her on the bed and stared down at her with
glittering eyes. He touched her cheek and then let his hand trail down her body
and over the swell of her stomach.

He bent and tugged her shirt up then touched his lips to her
belly. There was a tenderness to the gesture that made her heart ache. He placed
his hands on either side of her head and held his body over hers.

“Is this what you want?”

“Yes, oh yes,” she breathed. She twisted restlessly, wanting
him to fulfill the promise in his eyes.

“In many ways this is our first time together,” he said
huskily. “I don’t want to frighten you.”

She reached for him, pulling him down to meet her kiss. Her
uncertainties evaporated under the heat of his lips. He took command of her
mouth, leaving her to clutch desperately at his shoulders.

“I want you,” she whispered when he pulled away from her, his
chest heaving.

He stood to his full height, and she stared up at him from her
position on the bed. Her lips were full and trembling. Her pulse ratcheted up,
and excitement raced through her veins as he reached for the buttons at his
neck.

Slowly, with exacting precision, he divested himself of his
shirt. It fell to the floor, and he began to undo his pants. Her breath caught
in her throat at the familiarity of his actions. He’d done this for her before.
Teased her. Taunted her until she was crazy for him.

“You’ve done this before,” she murmured.

A predatory smile curved his lips as the pants fell down his
legs. “It is something you enjoy, or so you’ve told me. I like to please my
woman.”

Finally the silk boxers inched down his thighs, and she
swallowed as his erection bobbed into view. He was simply beautiful. All
powerful male. Strength rippled through the muscles in his body as he leaned
forward once again.

“And now to rid you of your clothes,
pedhaki mou.
”

She curved her arms over her chest in a moment of panic. Would
he find her beautiful? Would he react to her as she’d reacted to him? She
strained to remember more of their lovemaking, seeking more familiarity than the
fact that he’d undressed for her before.

He gently took her wrists in his hands and pulled them away
until they were over her head, pressed against the mattress.

“Don’t hide from me. You’re beautiful. I want to see all of
you.”

She licked her lips as little goose bumps raced across her
skin. Her nipples tightened against the confines of her bra, and suddenly she
ached to be skin to skin with him, without the impediment of her clothing or her
doubts.

Chrysander lowered one hand and began to pull at her shirt. His
mouth found the soft skin of her neck, and he began nibbling a path to her ear.
The room went a little fuzzy around her, and she struggled to keep up with the
need for oxygen. She simply couldn’t breathe.

Amazingly, he’d removed every stitch of her clothing. Her mouth
rounded in shock, and he smiled arrogantly at her as he tossed the last of her
undergarments over his shoulder.

He lifted her and positioned her on the pillows in the middle
of the bed then followed her down, pressing his hard body to hers. He cupped her
belly protectively then slid his hand lower, finding her most sensitive
flesh.

“Chrysander!” she gasped as she arched into him.

Hot, breathless and aching, her body tightened as his mouth
closed around one hard nipple. A sob escaped her as his fingers brushed across
the tiny bundle of nerves at her center.

“I want you so much,” he whispered. “I’ve missed this. We’re so
good together. Give yourself to me. Give me your pleasure.”

He covered her, his skin pressed to hers. He inserted one thigh
between her legs and positioned himself. She wrapped her arms around him as he
slowly entered her body.

Even as he possessed her, he cradled her tenderly against him,
taking care not to put too much of his weight on the swell that rested below her
heart.

He took her to paradise, and in that moment, for the first
time, she felt like she was truly home. That she belonged and wasn’t living
someone else’s life. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and only when she found
completion in his arms did he shudder above her and slowly come to rest on her
body.

When he tried to move, she uttered a weak protest.

“I’m too heavy,” he murmured as he settled beside her. He drew
her into his arms and tucked her head underneath his chin. He ran a hand down
her side and came to a rest over the curve of her hip. His fingers tightened
possessively as she snuggled further into his chest.