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he got in on the other side. “Does that mean you’ll go shopping with me?”

      He grunted, and she couldn’t hold the laughter in any longer. His eyes widened, and he stared openly at her as though he found the sound of her laughter enchanting.

      All the breath left her as she saw for just one moment a look of wanting in his eyes. Just as soon as it flashed, he blinked and recovered.

      “I’ll see if my schedule permits such a trip,” he said tightly.

      “Where are you taking me for lunch?” she asked, more to remind him of their date than any real curiosity over their destination. She didn’t care where or what they ate. She just wanted the time with him.

      “We have an excellent restaurant at the hotel,” he said. “My table is always available to me. I thought we could eat there and then you could retire to your suite to rest.”

      She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. He was smooth. Plotting the easiest way to get rid of her. She couldn’t blame him. She was an unexpected burden, and he was a busy man. She chewed her bottom lip and looked out the window at the passing traffic as she contemplated how to get him to see beyond the inconvenience to the woman who loved him and wanted him so badly.

      “Is something the matter, Bella?”

      She turned to see him staring at her in concern. She smiled and shook her head. “Just a little tired. And excited.”

      He frowned. “Maybe you should allow me to see to the furnishing of your apartment. If you would mark down your preferences, I could have a designer work with you so that you didn’t have to go out shopping for all the things you need.”

      “Oh, no, that wouldn’t be near as much fun. I can’t wait to pick out everything for the apartment. It’s such a gorgeous place.”

      “What are your plans, Bella?” he asked.

      She blinked in surprise. “Plans?”

      “Yes. Plans. Now that you’ve graduated, what are your career plans?”

      “Oh. Well, I planned to take the summer off,” she hedged. “I’ll focus on the future this fall.”

      He didn’t say anything, but she could tell such an approach bothered him. She smiled to herself. It probably gave him hives. He and his brothers all were intensely driven with a take no prisoners approach when it came to business. They weren’t the world’s wealthiest hotel family for nothing.

      When they arrived at the hotel, Theron ushered her inside as his security team flanked them on all sides. It was odd and a bit surreal, almost like they were royalty.

      A few minutes later, they were escorted to Theron’s table at the restaurant. It was situated in a quiet corner, almost completely cutoff from the rest of the diners.

      He settled her into her chair and then circled around to sit across from her. He dropped his long, lean body into his seat and stared lazily at her.

      “What would you like to eat, pethi mou?”

      Isabella cringed at the endearment. He’d called her the same thing when she was thirteen. Little one. It set her teeth on edge. Hardly something that evoked images of the two of them in bed, limbs entwined.

      “What do you suggest?” she asked.

      She studied his lips, the hard, sensual curve to his mouth and the dark shadow already forming on his jaw. She was tempted, so very tempted to reach across and run the tip of her finger along the roughness and then to the softness of his lips.

      What would it be like to kiss him? She’d kissed several boys in college. She said boys because next to Theron, that’s all they were. Some were very good, others awkward and “pleasant.”

      But Theron. Kissing him would be like chasing a storm. Hot, exciting and breathless. Her pulse jumped wildly as she imagined the warm brush of his tongue.

      “Bella?”

      She blinked and shook her head as she realized Theron had been calling her name for a few seconds.

      “Sorry,” she murmured. “Lost in my thoughts.”

      “I was suggesting you try the salmon,” he said dryly.

      She nodded jerkily and tilted her head toward the waiter who was standing beside the table waiting for their order.

      “I’ll have what he suggests,” she said huskily.

      Theron placed their order in succinct tones, and the waiter hurried away shortly afterward.

      “Now, Bella,” Theron said, as he sat back in his chair. He looked comfortable, at ease as he raked his gaze over her features, setting fire to every nerve receptor. “Perhaps we should talk about your future.”

      A nervous scuttle began in her stomach. “My future?” She laughed lightly to allay the pounding of her heart. If she had any say, her future would be inexorably linked to his.

      “Indeed. Your future. Surely you’ve given it some thought?”

      He sounded slightly scornful, impatient with someone who didn’t have an airtight plan. If he only knew. She’d done nothing else for the past years but plan for her future. With him.

      “I’ve given it a lot of thought,” she said evenly.

      “You mentioned marriage. Are you truly considering being married before you turn twenty-five.”

      “I count on it.”

      He nodded as if he approved. She almost laughed. Would he be so approving if he knew he was her intended groom? A sigh escaped her. She felt so evil, like she was plotting an assassination rather than a seduction.

      “This is good,” he said almost to himself. “I’ve taken the liberty of forming a list of possible candidates.”

      Her brow crinkled as she stared at him in puzzlement. “Candidates? For what?”

      “Marriage, Bella. I intend to help you find a husband.”

      Chapter Four

      Isabella eyed Theron suspiciously, wondering if he’d suddenly developed a sense of humor.

      “You intend to do what?” she asked.

      “You want a husband. After my initial misgivings, I’ve decided it’s a sound idea. A woman in your position can’t be too careful,” he continued, obviously warming to his subject. “So I’ve taken the liberty of drawing up a list of suitable candidates.”

      She burst out laughing. She couldn’t help herself. As absurdities went, this might well take the cake.

      He blinked in surprise then frowned as she continued to chuckle. “What do you find so amusing?”

      She shook her head, the smile not dropping from her lips. “I’m in the city all of two days, and already you’re planning to marry me off. And tell me, what do you mean by a woman in my position can’t be too careful?”

      “You’re wealthy, young and beautiful,” he said bluntly. “You’ll have every man between the ages of twenty and eighty plotting to wed and bed you, not necessarily in that order.”

      She sat back in mock surprise. “Wow. And not a word about my intelligence, wit or charm. I’m glad to know I don’t plan to wed for superficial reasons.”

      Theron sobered then reached over and took her hand. Warmth spread up her arm as his fingers stroked her palm. “This is precisely why I felt I should be involved in your search for a husband. Men will try to take advantage of you by pretending they’re something they’re not. Fortune hunters will pretend they know nothing of your wealth. They’ll be swept away by your kindness and generosity. It’s important that any man we allow close to you be carefully vetted by myself.”

      Her

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