inconvenienceââ
âInconvenience?â Ellie interrupted in a hopelessly squeaky voice.
âI assume you have a passport?â
âA passport ? Why are you asking me that?â she gasped.
âI have to fly to Greece tonight. Keeping you under surveillance to ensure that you make no phone calls will require you to fly to Greece with me,â he delivered with perceptible impatience.
âAre you absolutely mad?â Ellie mumbled shakily.
âDo you live alone or with your family?â he questioned.
Transfixed by her own bewilderment, Ellie muttered, âAlone, but ââ
âA winged ebony brow rose at that news, black eyes briefly welding to her beautiful face. âYou surprise me. Where do you keep your passport at home?â
âIn my bedside cabinet, but why â?â
Dio Alexiakis punched out a number on his mobile phone. âI donât see any alternative to a trip to Greece,â he informed her in a sardonic aside. âI could lock you up without a phone, but I think youâd be even less happy with that option. And I can hardly ask my household staff here in London to keep you imprisoned while Iâm out of the country! You have to accompany me of your own free will.â
Free will? What free will? Ellieâs lower lip finally dropped away from her upper as she appreciated that he was deadlyserious. In the simmering silence she listened to him talk at some length on the phone in what she assumed to be Greek, his tone brusque, commanding. She heard her own name mentioned and tensed up even more.
âBut Iâ¦I swear I wonât tell anyone a word of what I heard!â she protested feverishly as he came off the phone again.
âNot good enough. By the way, Iâve just instructed one of my staff to open your staff locker in the maintenance department and extract your keys.â
âYouâve what ?â Ellie flew upright, angry colour lighting her cheeks.
âYour address is in your personnel file. Demitrios will pick up your passport and bring it to the airport.â
Eyes wide with incredulity, Ellie snapped, âI donât think soâ¦Iâm going home right now!â
âAre you? It really is do or die time, Ellie,â Dio Alexiakis advanced with a measuring look of challenge. âYou can walk out through that door. I canât stop you. But I can sack both you and your friend, and believe me, if you walk out, I will!â
Halfway to the door, Ellie stilled with a jerk.
âI think it would be much more sensible for you to accept the inevitable and come along quietly. That is, assuming youâre the innocent party you say you are,â he completed softly, studying her with brilliant black questioning eyes.
âThis is crazy! Why would I risk my job by telling anyone what I overheard?â Ellie demanded starkly.
âThat information could sell for a great deal of money. I think that would supply sufficient motivation.â Dio Alexiakis strode to the threshold of the inner office he had emerged from earlier. âAre you coming?â
âComing where?â Ellie muttered.
âI have a helicopter waiting on the roof. Itâll take us to the airport.â
âOhâ¦â He might as well have admitted to having a dinosaur waiting on the roof. She could not have been more taken aback. âA helicopter?â she repeated weakly.
Seeming finally to appreciate that she was paralysed by sheer disbelief at what he was calmly demanding of her, Dio Alexiakis strode back across the room, closed a powerful hand over hers and urged her in the direction he wanted her to go. Pausing only to lift a heavy dark overcoat off a chair-arm, he hurried her across a palatial office with huge corner windows and pressed her through a door on the far side of the room.
âThis canât be happening to me,â Ellie whispered dazedly as she stumbled up a flight of steps.
âThat