Beauty and the Greek Read Free

as he realised there was no way that Andreas would sleep with a woman who did not wear lipstick.
    And Elizabeth Farley did not.
    As Theo studied the surprisingly lush outline of her generous lips, he decided this was not a bad thing. Had she decided to highlight this particular natural asset, she might have proved a distraction for his easily distracted sibling, who might even have started wondering—this would have been a natural direction for any man’s thoughts to take—what other assets she might be hiding beneath her buttoned collars and frumpy A-line skirts.
    â€˜â€”I think you are good at what you do,’ he observed, continuing to study her lips.
    For the second time in minutes Beth was stunned into silence; she had not imagined he had noticed her any more than he noticed the office furniture and now he was expressing a grudging appreciation—or was he?
    She still wasn’t sure.
    Reluctantly, she met his eyes. ‘You do?’
    â€˜Am I wrong?’
    Normally self-deprecating, Beth responded to the challenge glittering in his dark, heavy-lidded stare. ‘I am good at what I do.’
    So good that, from what he had observed, this office would fall apart without her in it. What, he wondered witha fresh surge of irritation, had Andreas done or not done to bring this about?
    Taking sex out of the equation, as he now felt sure he safely could, he wasn’t sure what was left.
    A deep furrow formed between his brows as a possible answer occurred to him. ‘Have you had a better offer?’
    Beth’s confused gaze lifted from the waste paper bin containing the remains of the letter she had redrafted three times already; fortunately, all she had to do was print out another. ‘Offer?’
    â€˜Do not be coy,’ he advised, a shade of impatience creeping into his abrupt manner. ‘Has someone approached you?’
    â€˜For a job , you mean?’ Her eyes widened at the startling suggestion. Did he really think she’d been headhunted?
    He angled a questioning brow and Beth shook her head. ‘No, I haven’t.’
    His eyes narrowed speculatively as his dark glance swept across her face. ‘If challenge is a problem?’ She was obviously intelligent, though the blank way she was looking at him at the moment suggested otherwise. ‘If you are not feeling stretched with the work here?’
    Theo, who thrived on challenge himself, understood this frustration of boredom and recognised it in others. Many people enjoyed being in a job that they could do on autopilot, but it was possible this woman was not one of those.
    â€˜Do you not think it more sensible to discuss the situation with Andreas before you make any rash decisions?’
    The casual way he tossed the suggestion brought a mutinous sparkle to Beth’s eyes as she got to her feet, her chest heaving with indignation.
    Did the man actually think she had made this decision without a great deal of soul-searching? She was in no positionto walk away from any job, let alone one this well paid but the alternative was even less palatable.
    It was one thing to fall for the boss; it was another entirely to find yourself expected to help him pick the engagement ring for his girlfriend. After finding herself in that situation the previous week, Beth knew that she did not have the masochistic leaning required for this situation, or this job, any longer.
    It probably made her weak, stupid or both but it wasn’t as if she hadn’t tried to fall out of love with him!
    â€˜I can’t do it!’ she yelled. ‘If I have to watch him—’
    Encountering the expression of total amazement etched on Theo Kyriakis’s lean face, she dropped back into her chair and felt a mortified flush climb to her cheeks. ‘You’d better go in,’ she mumbled, allowing her hair to fall in a concealing curtain around her face.
    Conscious of his silent presence, it felt like an age to Beth