The Greek Tycoon's Tarnished Bride (Men of the Zodiac) Read Free

information… “ I don’ t know who you are or what you want, but you must have the wrong address.”
    His foot jammed the door open, and he wedged a shoulder inside her flat. “We need to talk.”
    “How dare you! If you don ’ t leave immediately—”
    His voice dropped to a murmur and the corner of his full mouth quirked up a millimeter or so, but not enough to qualify as a smile. “I ’ m not going to hurt you.”
    “ Have we met? ”
    “You were stunning a few hours ago in the Ruby Unicorn, so yes we have. Kind of.” He pushed a large, tanned hand through the door as if he expected her to shake it. “But you look prettier without the mask and all that make up. Makris. Tito Makris. ”
    She recoiled from his greeting and swallowed down a stab of fear. “ I don’ t work outside the club, it ’ s against the rules for both me and you. And…and that suits me fine because I don ’ t do extras .”
    He raised a dark eyebrow. “Not even at a price?”
    “No. Never.”
    He tipped his dark head to one side and rested it nonchalantly against the doorframe. His voice was husky. “I ’ m not sure I believe you.”
    Erica didn ’ t like the shiver that had stroked up and down her spine at the way he ’ d just spoken to her. He oozed sex, and she couldn ’ t forget how exciting his touch had been. “Believe what you like. Now bugger off, or I really will call the police.”
    His short-nailed fingers slid down the wooden doorframe toward the handle she was clutching and their fingers brushed. “I ’ m sorry, that was rude of me,” he said. “It ’ s not what you think.”
    The renewed contact stole her breath, and she flicked her forearm away as if she received an electric shock. It certainly felt as if she ’ d been erotically tasered. “Yeah, right.”
    “I ’ m not here to—”
    “To what? Try to shag me in some unspeakable way that your regular prostitute won ’ t agree to?” She muffled the wicked voice inside her head that said this man could get whatever he wanted from most women for nothing. All he needed to do was click his immaculate fingertips. “I ’ m not for sale or hire.”
    “ Yannis sent me. ”
    Her blood ran cold. “You ’ ve come all the way from Greece on his behalf?” A fiery mist of fury suddenly descended and she flung the door wider in her anger. “Yannis and me are over, didn ’ t he tell you? Have been for the last eighteen months since he deactivated all his social networking accounts, turned off his phone and…and well, I can take a bloody hint!”
    “Please. May I come in?” Her gaze was drawn to the slow movement of his Adam ’ s apple and the dark stippling of beard that was visible on his sleek-boned jaw. He was at least six foot two, if not taller.
    “I haven ’ t got any money, if that ’ s what you ’ re after. He can settle his own debts.”
    He shook his head and lowered his eyes to the floor, as if he was hiding something that she might spot in the depths of those green irises. “No, nothing like that.” He sighed wearily and then looked up hopefully into the tiny flat. For some reason he suddenly seemed less threatening. “May I? Please?”
    “I ’ ll probably regret this.” She frowned and opened the door completely. “Okay, come in, you ’ re letting all the cold air in standing there.” She closed the door behind him and crossed her arms. “So what does Yannis want? What ’ s so important that he ’ s getting in touch after all this time but can ’ t be bothered to come himself? Don ’ t tell me he ’ s in prison or something!”
    “Perhaps you should sit down,” he said flatly and rammed his hands into his coat pockets.
    She coughed lightly and loaded sarcasm into her reply. “Perhaps I should stand, considering I have to leave the building in five minutes, and I ’ m not even dressed yet.”
    His emerald gaze flickered over her like a searchlight. “If you want to put some clothes on—”
    She shook her head. “I