Letting her go, he swung away from her to stride back across the bedroom, all arrogant distance and touch-me not-with-your-concession cool.
“Wow… You think you’re so perfect, don’t you, Adrastos?” Electa flung after him shakily. “You think that because all your predictions about my brother have come true, it gives you the right to take the lofty high ground! Well, I have news for you,” she said as he stilled in the middle of the room. “You didn't behave better than Flynn was when it came to wanting your own way. Flynn was jealous of you. What was your excuse for turning our marriage into a battle in which only one of you could make me dance to their tune? Which one of you was the adult?”
His shoulders flexed inside his white shirt as her final stab sank deep.
“Boo-hoo! Poor Electa,” Adrastos struck back. &ldq
With a helpless moan, Electa squirmed against him, trying to fight the helpless meltdown she could feel taking place inside. His long fingers spanned her narrow waistline. He used them to press her up against him. Adrastos kissed her until her lips were hot and swollen, and he felt her meltdown start to show itself in the slackening of her tension.“Tell me you want me, zoi mou,” he instructed, seducing her heated lips with the words. Electa folded her fingernails into the solid satin bulge of his biceps and pushed, trying to give herself some space.“El, I will make you say it,” Adrastos warned when she snapped her lips shut.“You won’t…” Electa replied unsteadily, staring with defiance into the burning dark certainty blazing from his ey
‘What? He didn’t say what I just heard…’ Electa stilled like a frozen icicle topped by a flaming river of fire.“The tabloids misinterpreted what they saw,” Adrastos extended in a cold, flat voice. “So… this is my revenge… You owe me, Electa mou… You owe me for twelve lousy months of being labeled ‘a faithless playboy husband’. Now you will never know what I’ve been doing and who I’ve been doing it with since you walked out on me.”“So… that… what we just… That was your idea of revenge?” she whispered and lowered her head and turn her back.“I felt I had to.” Instant pain pierced her heart… Electa nodded her flame-bright head.“Well… I hope it gave you…
A few minutes later, he arrived in the opening, looking tall, dark, and dangerous in jeans and a white T-shirt, with his hair still ruffled and a scowl on his too-handsome face. Ignoring him, Electa continued her angrily research.“Explain to me why you need the bag,” he invited abruptly. Rummaging through a drawer, she slammed it shut and opened the next one.“I want my phone.”“Are you thinking of leaving me again, Electa?” Adrastos sighed out. “Hoping to call a cab? This isn’t London. Cabs don’t turn up in five minutes around here.”“If I was intending to leave you, I would have just gone… walked back to Athens if I had to.” Straightening up, Electa lanced him an icicle glance.“I can’t leave,&
She caught the sound of a door opening and then closing with a quiet click into its housing. Her heart skipped a beat as she lay there, listening to Adrastos’s quiet tread. The whole suite was shrouded in darkness because she’d switched off all the lights before she’d climbed into bed, so she lay listening to the rustle of clothing, then picked up the scent of brandy as he lifted the covers and slid next to her.“I know you’re awake,” he said slowly. Turning over, Electa peered at him through the darkness. He was lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling, the covers riding low across his chest. And he looked so very somber Electa wanted to reach out and stroke her fingers along his unsmiling lips.“Listen, I’ve been thinking,” he declared quietly. “We don’t communicate about the right things. This must cha
Resting her forearms against the rail on the sunny balcony, Electa looked down at the swimming pool situated directly below her, where Adrastos was currently cutting through the water like a man-eating shark. A word came to her mind while watching him. ‘Lust.’ That was what they shared on this honeymoon. No mention from either of them since the night they’d arrived here of that other word… love. Watching him cut through the water in a long, bronzed slither of supple male magnificence, Electa wasn’t in the least bit surprised to feel her lust for him tangle up the sensitive muscles low down inside. 
Electa uncurled from her huddle and made herself sit up in the bed. She was already beginning to feel a bit better now the sickening shock had started to wear off.“Can I get some water?” she asked, pushing back the tumbled tangle of hair from her face. Adrastos stretched out a hand to pick up the flask standing on the bedside table and poured some chilled water into a glass.“Thanks,” she mumbled but she kept her eyes lowered as she sipped. She couldn’t look at him. She wished he would just go and… and get dressed, or something. Because she needed to be on her own so she could think. ‘Maribel…’ was playing over and over inside her head, alongside old lurid headlines like ‘The G
Entering the master suite as Electa strode out from the dressing room, Maria pulled to a breath-catching standstill.“You go out, Mrs. Leventis?” Maria asked, in a voice laced with disbelief, Her reaction wasn’t that surprising when the last time she’d seen her, Electa had been in the bathroom while throwing up. Now she was dressed in a breathtakingly elegant white linen dress touched with stylized brushstrokes of emerald-green. The dress skimmed Electa’s long slender figure and had couture sewed into every invisible seam. The neckline was square, the bodice cinched into the waist by a shiny green belt, and the skirt skimmed midway down her amazingly long thighs. And the shiny green shoes she was wearing elevated her height by an
And the line went dead… Adrastos bit out a string of filthy curses. ‘Lost in the hills…’ He turned full circle, a set of long fingers scoring through his already disheveled hair, then grabbed hold of the back of his neck. She’d been gone for hours, so she could be anywhere. Adrastos tried to connect to her phone again, hoping to hear her voice again. But she wasn’t answering… He had no idea that Electa was simply ignoring his calls willing to try and save herself from that ugly situation. She kept touching the display and the buttons until she finally brought the satellite navigation screen to life, then she sat staring at the screen. It showed h
Trying to drag himself out of the dark place his mind had gone into, Adrastos blinked his eyes. The one small ray of light he could see in what Electa had just confessed to him, was that at least, this time she was standing here telling him, instead of running away to hide. And she had every right to feel scared. He felt scared. And the same damn issues that had torn their marriage apart twelve months ago were still hanging around, threatening to do the same thing again.“I bought the apartment from Maribel’s husband this morning. They have decided to move to the States,” he said, not surprised when Electa quivered in front of him. He’d hurt her by ignoring the import of what she’d said. But he was not ignoring it. He was cleaning it.“When I explained to hi
And the line went dead… Adrastos bit out a string of filthy curses. ‘Lost in the hills…’ He turned full circle, a set of long fingers scoring through his already disheveled hair, then grabbed hold of the back of his neck. She’d been gone for hours, so she could be anywhere. Adrastos tried to connect to her phone again, hoping to hear her voice again. But she wasn’t answering… He had no idea that Electa was simply ignoring his calls willing to try and save herself from that ugly situation. She kept touching the display and the buttons until she finally brought the satellite navigation screen to life, then she sat staring at the screen. It showed h
Entering the master suite as Electa strode out from the dressing room, Maria pulled to a breath-catching standstill.“You go out, Mrs. Leventis?” Maria asked, in a voice laced with disbelief, Her reaction wasn’t that surprising when the last time she’d seen her, Electa had been in the bathroom while throwing up. Now she was dressed in a breathtakingly elegant white linen dress touched with stylized brushstrokes of emerald-green. The dress skimmed Electa’s long slender figure and had couture sewed into every invisible seam. The neckline was square, the bodice cinched into the waist by a shiny green belt, and the skirt skimmed midway down her amazingly long thighs. And the shiny green shoes she was wearing elevated her height by an
Electa uncurled from her huddle and made herself sit up in the bed. She was already beginning to feel a bit better now the sickening shock had started to wear off.“Can I get some water?” she asked, pushing back the tumbled tangle of hair from her face. Adrastos stretched out a hand to pick up the flask standing on the bedside table and poured some chilled water into a glass.“Thanks,” she mumbled but she kept her eyes lowered as she sipped. She couldn’t look at him. She wished he would just go and… and get dressed, or something. Because she needed to be on her own so she could think. ‘Maribel…’ was playing over and over inside her head, alongside old lurid headlines like ‘The G
Resting her forearms against the rail on the sunny balcony, Electa looked down at the swimming pool situated directly below her, where Adrastos was currently cutting through the water like a man-eating shark. A word came to her mind while watching him. ‘Lust.’ That was what they shared on this honeymoon. No mention from either of them since the night they’d arrived here of that other word… love. Watching him cut through the water in a long, bronzed slither of supple male magnificence, Electa wasn’t in the least bit surprised to feel her lust for him tangle up the sensitive muscles low down inside. 
She caught the sound of a door opening and then closing with a quiet click into its housing. Her heart skipped a beat as she lay there, listening to Adrastos’s quiet tread. The whole suite was shrouded in darkness because she’d switched off all the lights before she’d climbed into bed, so she lay listening to the rustle of clothing, then picked up the scent of brandy as he lifted the covers and slid next to her.“I know you’re awake,” he said slowly. Turning over, Electa peered at him through the darkness. He was lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling, the covers riding low across his chest. And he looked so very somber Electa wanted to reach out and stroke her fingers along his unsmiling lips.“Listen, I’ve been thinking,” he declared quietly. “We don’t communicate about the right things. This must cha
A few minutes later, he arrived in the opening, looking tall, dark, and dangerous in jeans and a white T-shirt, with his hair still ruffled and a scowl on his too-handsome face. Ignoring him, Electa continued her angrily research.“Explain to me why you need the bag,” he invited abruptly. Rummaging through a drawer, she slammed it shut and opened the next one.“I want my phone.”“Are you thinking of leaving me again, Electa?” Adrastos sighed out. “Hoping to call a cab? This isn’t London. Cabs don’t turn up in five minutes around here.”“If I was intending to leave you, I would have just gone… walked back to Athens if I had to.” Straightening up, Electa lanced him an icicle glance.“I can’t leave,&
‘What? He didn’t say what I just heard…’ Electa stilled like a frozen icicle topped by a flaming river of fire.“The tabloids misinterpreted what they saw,” Adrastos extended in a cold, flat voice. “So… this is my revenge… You owe me, Electa mou… You owe me for twelve lousy months of being labeled ‘a faithless playboy husband’. Now you will never know what I’ve been doing and who I’ve been doing it with since you walked out on me.”“So… that… what we just… That was your idea of revenge?” she whispered and lowered her head and turn her back.“I felt I had to.” Instant pain pierced her heart… Electa nodded her flame-bright head.“Well… I hope it gave you…
With a helpless moan, Electa squirmed against him, trying to fight the helpless meltdown she could feel taking place inside. His long fingers spanned her narrow waistline. He used them to press her up against him. Adrastos kissed her until her lips were hot and swollen, and he felt her meltdown start to show itself in the slackening of her tension.“Tell me you want me, zoi mou,” he instructed, seducing her heated lips with the words. Electa folded her fingernails into the solid satin bulge of his biceps and pushed, trying to give herself some space.“El, I will make you say it,” Adrastos warned when she snapped her lips shut.“You won’t…” Electa replied unsteadily, staring with defiance into the burning dark certainty blazing from his ey