was
painfully aware of her sexual inexperience, but the feral heat in Nikos’s eyes was unmistakable,
even to a novice like her.
‘I’d better go…and bring you some champagne, Mr Angelaki,’ she said breathlessly, jerking
away from him before she gave in to the temptation to close the space between them and press
her soft body against the muscled hardness of his. Dangerous thoughts; and instinct warned her
he was a man who was way out of her league.
‘Yes, you better had.’ Nikos laughed softly, self-derisively; breaking the web of sexual tension
that curvy little waitress had somehow woven around him. ‘Out of interest, how do you know my
name?’
‘I’ve seen your photograph, and read about you in the newspapers,’ Kitty admitted, although she
did not add that she regularly scanned the tabloids for articles about him or that she was rarely
disappointed by his absence in the gossip columns. Nikos Angelaki’s luck at the roulette table
was as legendary as his business acumen. He was a gambler and a risk-taker, a high-flier who
was frequently snapped by the paparazzi driving around Athens in his Lamborghini with a
seemingly inexhaustible supply of beautiful women at his side. ‘You have a reputation as a
millionaire playboy with a different blonde on your arm almost every week,’ she said stiffly.
Nikos shrugged carelessly. ‘You shouldn’t believe all you read in the papers, Rina. Some of my
“blondes” have lasted much longer than a week, and a few have even made it to a month,’ he
added sardonically. ‘But I think my private life is nobody’s business but my own—don’t you?’
‘Absolutely,’ Kitty replied tightly, stung by his rebuke. ‘It’s no concern of mine that you change
your women as often as other men change their socks.’
An ominous pause followed her defiant statement, and then Nikos threw back his head and
laughed. ‘I wonder if Prince Sebastian is aware that he has a rebel among his staff?’ he drawled,
moving before Kitty had time to react, and capturing her chin between his strong fingers. ‘If
you’re not careful that sassy mouth could get you into a lot of trouble, Rina.’
She was trapped by his closeness, and the heat from his body mingled with the sensual tang of
his aftershave stole around her and held her prisoner. The gleam in his eyes sent a tremor through
her, and for a few electrifying seconds she thought he was going to lower his head and kiss her.
She held her breath, torn between fear and fascination, and felt a crushing sense of
disappointment when he abruptly released her. Of course he hadn’t intended to kiss her; stupid of
her to have thought it.
Nikos wondered if she knew how easily he could read her mind—or how tempted he was to
accept her unspoken invitation and crush her soft mouth beneath his. It took every ounce of his
will power to step away from her and retrace his steps back across the room. ‘Go back to the
ballroom before I decide to tell the prince of your reluctance to do the job you are employed to
do,’ he said tersely. ‘And, Rina—’ he paused in the doorway of the sitting room ‘—don’t forget
my champagne, will you?’
His arrogance was breathtaking. It was on Kitty’s lips to tell him that under Aristo’s ancient
laws his lack of respect for a member of the royal family was a serious offence. He was lucky
she did not call for the palace guard, and have him thrown out, she thought angrily. She was
renowned for her calm and peaceable nature, but she was infuriated by his insolence.
But it was her own idiotic fault that he believed she was a waitress, and, uttering a most
unprincesslike curse, she swung on her heels and marched out of the banqueting hall.
CHAPTER TWO
KITTYspent the rest of the evening carefully avoiding Nikos Angelaki, but she could not forget
him, or the electricity that had fizzed between them when they had been alone together. No man
had ever looked at
painfully aware of her sexual inexperience, but the feral heat in Nikos’s eyes was unmistakable,
even to a novice like her.
‘I’d better go…and bring you some champagne, Mr Angelaki,’ she said breathlessly, jerking
away from him before she gave in to the temptation to close the space between them and press
her soft body against the muscled hardness of his. Dangerous thoughts; and instinct warned her
he was a man who was way out of her league.
‘Yes, you better had.’ Nikos laughed softly, self-derisively; breaking the web of sexual tension
that curvy little waitress had somehow woven around him. ‘Out of interest, how do you know my
name?’
‘I’ve seen your photograph, and read about you in the newspapers,’ Kitty admitted, although she
did not add that she regularly scanned the tabloids for articles about him or that she was rarely
disappointed by his absence in the gossip columns. Nikos Angelaki’s luck at the roulette table
was as legendary as his business acumen. He was a gambler and a risk-taker, a high-flier who
was frequently snapped by the paparazzi driving around Athens in his Lamborghini with a
seemingly inexhaustible supply of beautiful women at his side. ‘You have a reputation as a
millionaire playboy with a different blonde on your arm almost every week,’ she said stiffly.
Nikos shrugged carelessly. ‘You shouldn’t believe all you read in the papers, Rina. Some of my
“blondes” have lasted much longer than a week, and a few have even made it to a month,’ he
added sardonically. ‘But I think my private life is nobody’s business but my own—don’t you?’
‘Absolutely,’ Kitty replied tightly, stung by his rebuke. ‘It’s no concern of mine that you change
your women as often as other men change their socks.’
An ominous pause followed her defiant statement, and then Nikos threw back his head and
laughed. ‘I wonder if Prince Sebastian is aware that he has a rebel among his staff?’ he drawled,
moving before Kitty had time to react, and capturing her chin between his strong fingers. ‘If
you’re not careful that sassy mouth could get you into a lot of trouble, Rina.’
She was trapped by his closeness, and the heat from his body mingled with the sensual tang of
his aftershave stole around her and held her prisoner. The gleam in his eyes sent a tremor through
her, and for a few electrifying seconds she thought he was going to lower his head and kiss her.
She held her breath, torn between fear and fascination, and felt a crushing sense of
disappointment when he abruptly released her. Of course he hadn’t intended to kiss her; stupid of
her to have thought it.
Nikos wondered if she knew how easily he could read her mind—or how tempted he was to
accept her unspoken invitation and crush her soft mouth beneath his. It took every ounce of his
will power to step away from her and retrace his steps back across the room. ‘Go back to the
ballroom before I decide to tell the prince of your reluctance to do the job you are employed to
do,’ he said tersely. ‘And, Rina—’ he paused in the doorway of the sitting room ‘—don’t forget
my champagne, will you?’
His arrogance was breathtaking. It was on Kitty’s lips to tell him that under Aristo’s ancient
laws his lack of respect for a member of the royal family was a serious offence. He was lucky
she did not call for the palace guard, and have him thrown out, she thought angrily. She was
renowned for her calm and peaceable nature, but she was infuriated by his insolence.
But it was her own idiotic fault that he believed she was a waitress, and, uttering a most
unprincesslike curse, she swung on her heels and marched out of the banqueting hall.
CHAPTER TWO
KITTYspent the rest of the evening carefully avoiding Nikos Angelaki, but she could not forget
him, or the electricity that had fizzed between them when they had been alone together. No man
had ever looked at
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