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      She decided not to dignify his mocking statement with a reply. ‘Where are we going?’ Turned on? She wasn’t turned on. She was outraged. She wriggled as far away from him as possible, aware of his gaze lingering on her hair. ‘Stop staring at me. And don’t even think about telling me I need highlights and a haircut.’

      He was silent for a moment, his eyes fixed on her hair. In fact he stared at her for so long that she started to squirm in her seat. All right, she knew that she probably didn’t pay enough attention to her appearance, but did he really have to labour the point?

      But before she could open her mouth and issue another verbal attack, he lifted a hand and touched her hair, twisting a silky strand round his long bronzed fingers. ‘Your hair is a very unusual colour. Vibrant. Changing it would be nothing short of criminal.’ His fingers slid slowly through her hair in a gesture that seemed astonishingly intimate. ‘And I wouldn’t say it needs cutting either. Most men find long hair more erotic in bed.’

      Transfixed by the look in his eyes, she felt the temperature inside her soar to dangerous levels and jerked away from him. ‘You’re impossible! Do you really think I wear my hair long because it is more erotic in bed?’

      ‘No.’ He gave a slow smile and moved his hand, allowing her hair to fall back to her shoulder. ‘I don’t think you know the meaning of the word erotic.’

      ‘Well, that’s where you happen to be wrong,’ she said primly, relieved to finally be on familiar ground. ‘The word “erotic” derives from Eros, who was the God of love in Greek mythology and said by most legends to be the son of Aphrodite, the Goddess of love and Ares, the God of War.’

      He studied her in silence for a moment and then gave a faint smile. ‘Actually, many would argue with you on that point. Some believe that Eros was descended from Chaos and he was the God of Lust, not love. Of passion and sex.’ His eyes were fixed on hers, his gaze disturbingly intense. ‘But this is all very boring and I wasn’t actually talking about the derivation of the word,’ he said softly, his eyes sliding to her mouth. ‘I was talking about the true meaning of the word in modern use, so let me now give you my definition.’

      She shifted in her seat. ‘I really don’t—’

      ‘Erotic is concerned with the most intense and arousing of sexual pleasure. When a woman uses her femininity as part of sexual stimulation, that’s erotic. When a man gives in to powerful sexual desire and pleasures a woman, that’s erotic. It’s an orgy of sensual fulfilment, agape mou, not a word extracted from Greek mythology. To give it a more contemporary translation, erotic is carnal, erogenous, rousing, seductive, sexy, suggestive, voluptuous—’

      ‘Stop it! Be quiet!’ She put her hands over her ears, unable to listen to another word. For a moment she couldn’t breathe at all and then his eyes lifted back to hers and suddenly she felt as though she had jumped straight into the deep end of a swimming pool from a great height. Out of her depth, she looked away from him, desperately trying to slow the rapid thump of her heart. His knowledge of Greek mythology surprised her but somehow he’d managed to take what could have been a stimulating academic discussion and lower it to the basest level. Which was entirely typical of him, she thought shakily. It was evident that, when he was with a woman, all he thought about was sex.

      Consoling herself with the fact that she still held the trump card, she finally managed to steady her breathing and ignore the insidious throb deep in her body. ‘I’m sure that the word “erotic” has featured frequently in your life in the past,’ she said in a shaky voice, trying and failing to understand the burning ache between her thighs. ‘Which is actually just as well because it certainly isn’t going to feature in your life again in the future.’

      ‘You think not?’ Something about his deep velvety voice set her heart thumping again and she shifted in the seat.

      ‘I know not.’ Confused by her own feelings and furious with him for tying her in knots, she finally turned her head and looked at him. ‘Aren’t you going to ask me what I want written into the pre-nuptial agreement?’

      ‘It’s of very little interest to me.’

      ‘Really?’ Suddenly she wanted to do something to shake him out of his customary cool. She really, really wanted him to mind about something and as far as she could see, apart from money, there was only one thing that dominated his Neanderthal brain. ‘I’m going to insist that the lawyer includes a clause which prevents you from having sexual relations with another woman. Once you marry me, you’re going to live a celibate life, Nikos, so you’d better learn to say goodbye to all things erotic.’

      A warm feeling of smug satisfaction spreading through her body, she settled back in her seat and waited for the reaction. But if she’d expected an explosion, then she was disappointed. Instead he lay sprawled in his seat, watching her from under half lowered lashes, the expression on his handsome face unreadable.

      ‘You don’t want me to have sex with another woman?’ His gaze lingered on her face. ‘You’re absolutely sure about that?’

      ‘Absolutely sure.’ She smiled, confident that she was now back in control. ‘And, if at any point during our marriage I’m shown evidence of your infidelity, then I won’t reveal the whereabouts of the jewel.’

      ‘You return the jewel to me on the day of our wedding, otherwise the deal doesn’t go ahead.’

      ‘If I did that, then you would simply divorce me.’

      He gave a faint smile. ‘I’ve instructed my lawyers to draw up an agreement which binds us together for two years, just as you requested. That should be more than enough for us to drive each other up the wall and for you to extract what you see as revenge. If you’re in any doubt as to the depth of the punishment, then I can assure you that two years with you will be the equivalent of twenty years with any other woman.’

      She absorbed the insult, telling herself that the more he loathed her, the more effective the revenge. ‘So you agree to my terms?’

      He suppressed a yawn. ‘I agree not to have sex with other women for the duration of our marriage, if you’re absolutely sure that’s what you want. You might want to think hard before you confirm that point.’

      She didn’t need to think at all. She knew it was the right thing to do and was extremely glad she’d thought of it—and slightly surprised, if she were honest. Things pertaining to sex weren’t usually high in her thoughts. She smiled, delighted that she’d won that point and wondering why he hadn’t constructed a more vociferous argument in defence of his sex life. Or any argument, come to that. He’d been remarkably compliant considering the issue at stake. Surely a man as obsessed with sex as Nikos Kyriacou wouldn’t so readily agree to having his activity in that area curbed for a full two years? Wouldn’t agree to celibacy? On the other hand, he probably didn’t want to reveal just how badly her punishment was affecting him. A man like him had an ego to protect. Except for the few occasions where she’d obviously driven him to the extreme limits of his patience, he clearly prided himself on his cool, unemotional approach to life. He was hardly going to display his true feelings on the matter.

      Convinced that she had the upper hand for possibly the first time in days, Angie smiled at him, unable to hide her triumph. ‘It’s what I want.’

      His eyes rested on her face and for a brief moment she thought she saw amusement in his gaze but then it was gone and he sat forward, hit a button that opened an intercom between him and the driver and issued another stream of instructions. ‘We’ll see the lawyer right away. Why wait?’

      Her feeling of triumph faltered slightly in the face of his indifference. Then she reminded herself that so far they’d spent less than an hour in each other’s company. If he found her personality unfortunate on such relatively short acquaintance, she was surely guaranteed to cause him complete misery when they were joined in matrimony.

      Chapter Five

      TWO weeks later, Angie

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