All Chapters of The Greek billionaire enemy's daughter : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“You’re asking me to come as your date?”“That’s right.”The excitement was sharper than when Damian had said he’d lend her the money. A date. A party.With this man. Sophia had never done anything like that in her life.She couldn’t possibly say yes even though she wanted to more than she’d ever wanted anything in her life.On the other hand, why not?For virtually the first time in her life, she was free to make her own decision about something.Feeling liberated, she opened her mouth. “I don’t have anything to wear.”“That’s easily solved.”“Would we drink champagne?”His mouth curved into a smile so sexy it should have been illegal. “All night.”“And would we—?”The devil danced in his eyes and his mouth moved fractionally closer to hers. “Yes, we definitely would.”

GREAT. Of all the questions to ask, he had to ask that one.Not market share or growth forecasts—seduction.Sophia maintained the smile she’d been practising—her business smile—while her brain raced around in crazy circles getting nowhere.What did she know about seduction? Nothing. Nor was it a skill she was ever likely to need unless her life changed radically. What she did know was that without his help she’d never get her mother away from the island. It was up to her to prove she had a viable business. ‘What do I know about seduction? Not a lot. But you know what they say—you don’t have to travel the world to teach geography.’She didn’t add that she had her imagination and that was already working overtime.She’d often wondered if her teenage brain had exaggerated his appeal or whether her own misery that night, together with his kindness, had somehow mingled together to create a god from a man. But he was as gorgeous as she remembered—power, strength and raw virility merged toget

Damian moved slowly among his guests, stirring up expectation.‘So who is she, Damian?’ A Hollywood actress who had been flirting with him for months didn’t hide her annoyance at his hints that he’d brought a special guest. ‘Not Sandra, I assume?’‘Not Sandra.’‘Why so mysterious? And why is she still in the bedroom and not out here, or is that a question one shouldn’t ask?’‘Worn out from too much sex,’ someone murmured. Damian simply smiled and accepted a glass of champagne from one of his hovering staff.‘She leads a very quiet, very private life and this is all very new to her.’ He’d discovered early in life that it was best to sail as close to the truth as possible and he stuck to that now as he carefully conjured suspense and interest among his guests.Cory Berger, a model who had been flirting with him for several months, strolled up to him. ‘You’re a wicked man. Who is this reclusive woman that you’re about to produce like a rabbit from a magician’s hat?’He left his guests simm

Damian, are you even listening to me?’Damian turned his gaze from the window of his Athens office to his lawyer, Nico. ‘Pardon?’‘Have you heard a word I’ve been saying? I’ve been telling you that Baxter has agreed to all our terms. We’ve been working on this deal for over a year. We should celebrate.’Damian didn’t feel like celebrating. He listened to his friend offer profuse congratulations, his mind preoccupied with Sophia.What the hell had possessed him to sleep with someone as inexperienced as her?Her overreaction to the news of the photographs had made him realise how young she was. She’d said she wanted independence, but then freaked out at the thought of her father finding out.Clearly surprised by the lack of response, Nico paused. ‘Don’t you want to hear the details?’‘No. I pay you an exorbitant amount to handle details for me.’Was it the sex that had made her panic? Remembering the bruises made him shift in his seat but nothing relieved the guilt. He’d never bruised a

Three weeks later Sophia was balancing plates in a small taverna tucked away in the labyrinth of backstreets near the famous Acropolis when she heard a commotion behind her.‘Hey, Anna, take a look at him,’ breathed Mariana, the waitress who had persuaded the owner to give Sophia a job when she’d appeared out of nowhere only hours after she’d slipped away from the luxurious confines of Damian’s yacht. ‘That man is smoking hot. He should come fitted with air-conditioning.’Terrified of losing concentration and dropping the plates, Sophia focused on her task until the meals were safely delivered to the table. ‘Two moussaka, one sofrito and one kleftiko.She was so nervous of doing something wrong and losing her job she didn’t even look to see who was attracting everyone’s attention and anyway, she’d had enough of ‘smoking hot’ men. ‘Can I fetch you anything else?’‘Just that indecently sexy Greek man who has just taken the table behind you, honey,’ the woman murmured, her eyes fixed in th