Return Of The Moralis Wife Part 2

'You know me so well, it seems, Selina,' Rion said, his lips twisting in a smile as his hand fell from her waist. He straightened up, and there was not a hint of amus.e.m.e.nt in the dark eyes that clashed with hers. They were as hard and cold as ice.

'My problem was I never knew you at all.' She shook her head. 'But it no longer matters,' she said, taking a step back. 'Now, I must check the kitchen.'

Rion's eyes narrowed on her flushed, determined face. That she had the nerve to try and defend the indefensible with a feeble excuse that a drunk had pa.s.sed out in her bed was unbelievable, and fuelled his anger and determination to have her back in his bed.

With a shrug of his broad shoulders he moved to one side to let her pa.s.s. 'Oh, it matters, Selina. But I can wait.'

Wait? What for? Selina wondered. They had nothing to say to each other-never had, really. She had been an innocent, gullible teenager who had fallen madly in love with the first man who kissed her, and it had suited Rion to marry her at the time. She had been taken for a fool and discarded at the first opportunity he could find because he had got the company he wanted. It was that basic. And why was she wasting her time thinking about the past? She had moved on years ago, and in a day or two she could go back to her normal life, where her focus was really needed.

She walked past him, her head high, and made it to the kitchen. With a smile for Anna, busy arranging pastries on a tray, she took a bottle of water from the fridge. She picked up a gla.s.s from the bench and sat down at the table with a sigh of relief. She poured the sparkling water into the gla.s.s and, lifting it to her lips, drank most of it down in one go.

'You look like you needed that,' Anna said, and the compa.s.sion in the older woman's dark eyes restored Selina's mood a little.

'You are right, Anna-I did.' Selina sighed. 'I never expected the funeral service to be so long. I thought I was going to faint with the heat at the graveside.' It had nothing to do with the hateful Rion and her recent brush with him.

'Not surprising. It has been a stressful day for everyone. But hiding in here won't help.'

'I'm not hiding-simply taking a break from the guests. Most of whom I don't know anyway,' Selina said truthfully.

But she harboured no doubts that they all knew her, and knew the lurid stories about her. From illegitimate granddaughter to adulterous wife, she thought bitterly.

'One guest you know well: Orion Moralis. I'm sorry, it must have been a shock for you seeing him here. It never occurred to me he that would come to the funeral, because after you left he never spoke to your grandfather again. But I suppose it is the socially correct thing to do.'

'More likely good business,' Selina said dryly. 'And there is no need to apologize. I've spoken to Rion and we are friends-it is fine,' she lied.

'Thank goodness for that. Apparently his yacht arrived late last night. According to the gardener, who spoke to one of the crew this morning, they were heading to the Egyptian coast but diverted to here. It seems a lot of effort to attend the funeral of a man he had not seen in years. I was worried there might be something else, and I didn't want to see you hurt again.'

Anna knew the truth about their brief marriage. Selina had confided in Anna when she had so ignominiously been sent back to her grandfather, and Anna believed Selina's version of events.

'There is no fear of that happening,' Selina said, rising to her feet. 'Now the funeral is over and everything is settled I will be leaving tomorrow morning. I have a flight booked back to England tomorrow night, so I can spend a week with Aunt Peggy before returning to work. I promise, Anna, you have nothing to worry about. You can carry on as usual, looking after the villa until you want to retire. I know my grandfather will have taken care of you.' She knew this to be true, as her grandfather had told her so before he died. 'Now I'd better get back to the guests. Hopefully they will start leaving soon.'

'Good idea. I'll tell my two girls to slow down with the refreshments-that usually works.' Anna grinned.

Straightening her shoulders, Selina walked back into the main living room that opened out onto a wide terrace that overlooked the bay and noted that a lot of the guests were outside.

She spotted Rion at once. He was taller than everyone else and standing with two men-probably discussing business. From the couple of social events he had taken her to in the past, she knew that was all he ever did.

As she watched she saw him turn as an older grey-haired man joined the group. The man said something and Rion threw back his head and laughed, his hair s.h.i.+mmering black as a raven's wing in the sun, his teeth s.h.i.+ning brilliant white against his olive-toned skin.

A little curl of heat rippled through Selina's body-because whatever else Rion was, there was no denying he was breathtakingly attractive. She was disgusted with herself for still reacting to the man, and yet she could not look away. But she wished she had as suddenly Lydia appeared and reached up to kiss Rion on the cheek.

Selina stiffened. It was a timely reminder. How had she not noticed Lydia at the funeral? Or the older man whose arm Lydia now casually looped through hers-obviously her long-suffering husband.

Poor fool, Selina thought cynically, her blood turning to ice in her veins. In that moment Rion looked across at her. Coolly she held his gaze, saw the mocking amus.e.m.e.nt in his eyes as he raised his gla.s.s. A gesture of recognition or in invitation to join the group? She didn't know or care which, and she turned and walked back inside.

She'd been cured of Rion ages ago, and what she had just witnessed in the garden confirmed her immunity. She strolled across to where the owner of the village bar and some of the other locals stood, and joined their group.

An hour later, with the whirring of helicopter blades, the guests began to leave. Selina smiled and listened to fulsome speeches until her jaw ached, and soon there was only Mr Kadiekis and a few villagers, chatting with a relaxed Anna and her daughters.

'You still here, Rion?' she asked with a frown as her ex-husband stopped in front of her. But her pulse didn't so much as flicker. She had a.s.sumed he had gone-or to be honest hoped he had ... 'I thought you would have left by now. The gardener said you interrupted your cruise for the funeral. Very n.o.ble, but don't let us delay you any longer,' she said bluntly.

Rion arched a brow as he leant a broad shoulder against the wall, effectively blocking her view of most of the room.

'Your concern is touching, Selina, but I am not in any hurry. Obviously you still have an affinity with gardeners because your information is correct-I am taking a break.'

If his crude crack about gardeners was meant to rile her he was wasting his time. She was totally immune to him.

'Take a tip from me, Rion-a funeral is not a great way to start a holiday. So feel free to leave as soon as you like,' she said facetiously.

Rion straightened, trying to ease the almost permanent ache in his groin, which he had acquired since seeing Selina on the beach last night, her gorgeous body clad in the s.e.xy white bikini. For an instant a vivid memory filled his mind. She had stood before him once wearing plain white briefs and a white cotton bra, a picture of innocence, her skin flushed and as soft as silk beneath his fingers as he undressed her completely, here on this island. He felt some indefinable emotion flow through him. Regret?

No. He dismissed the thought that swirled in his mind. He did not do emotions. He just wanted Selina again, and he was determined to have her by friendly means or foul. He didn't care which, so long as she was his soon.

'I intend to,' he said. 'But as you appear to be free of any male companion at the moment, I thought as an old friend you might like to join me on my yacht for a while.' He lifted a finger and brushed a tendril of hair behind her ear. 'You are no longer a teenager, Selina. You have changed into a feisty and exquisitely beautiful woman. I like the new you,' he said huskily. 'And the attraction between us is still there. We could have fun. What do you say?'

Rion's searching gaze swept over the beautiful face turned up to his. In a perfect scenario Selina would say yes, but he half expected an angry no. Her face revealed nothing. She didn't so much as blink.

'Your grandfather's death must have been stressful for you. A couple of weeks cruising will help you unwind, and we can get reacquainted.'

Still no response. Slowly it dawned on Rion that Selina was not reacting as he'd expected-not reacting at all ...

'It is a very kind offer, but I am not interested, thank you,' she said politely, her usually expressive eyes oddly opaque.

From the first time they'd met the s.e.xual attraction between them had been instant, and when they'd met again today, after years apart, Rion had recognised the sensual awareness still there when he held Selina, had seen it in her expressive eyes ... Yet now he sensed complete indifference-not a reaction he had ever experienced in the women he met-and his jaw clenched in anger and frustration.

How did Selina do that? He wanted to grab her and shake her, but most of all he wanted to be buried deep inside her.

After he had spoken to Kadiekis about the e-mail he'd received he had known immediately that he could use the information to his advantage, so he gave up on friendly and resorted to foul. Any sense of guilt he might have felt for exploiting Selina's current situation for his own satisfaction was outweighed by what she had done in the past. n.o.body got the better of him-in business or otherwise-and got away with it. Few dared to try, but his oh, so innocent little wife had-with a deviousness he had never suspected she possessed. Now it was his turn.

'Think about it, Selina, and maybe for your own good you will change your mind,' he suggested silkily.

Selina was going to be his again, and he would make her forget every man she had ever known and enjoy doing it-until he tired of her and threw her out for good ...

His dark gaze was shuttered, and Selina heard the threat in his tone, but it did not bother her. 'Don't hold your breath,' she mocked. Rion meant nothing to her now and she turned to walk away, not interested in him or anything he had to say.

Before she could move Mr Kadiekis stopped her.

'Selina, dear-and Rion.' He nodded to him. 'Nice to see you two getting on so well. It will make everything so much easier.'

Make what easier? Selina wondered-and then she had no more time to wonder as the lawyer carried on talking.

'I don't want to rush you, Selina, but my helicopter will arrive in less than an hour. So if we go to your grandfather's study now I can explain his will and answer any queries you may have.'

'Yes, okay. I'll just go and get Anna,' Selina offered.

'No need-you can give her the relevant information later.'

Selina caught a flicker of unease in the lawyer's eyes before he took her arm. To her surprise he told Rion to follow them.

She heard Rion agree, but did not see the triumphant glance he shot her as Mr Kadiekis ushered her into the study.

CHAPTER THREE.

MR KADIEKIS took the chair behind her grandfather's desk and Rion lowered his long length down on the battered hide sofa against the wall. Ignoring him, Selina took the straight-backed chair at the side of the desk and sat down, still puzzled as to why Rion had been invited and not Anna.

Half an hour later Selina was no longer puzzled. She was incandescent with rage. Her grandfather had lied to her again ...

After decades of faithful service from Anna and her husband, who had died in the same accident as his own son, Mark Stakis had not mentioned his housekeeper in his will at all-not even a token sum. Anna would be so hurt if she knew, and immediately Selina decided Anna was never going to find out what an ungrateful old rogue Mark Stakis had been. Not for the sake of his reputation, but for Anna's peace of mind. She was determined to do whatever it took to make sure Anna got the security she had so obviously earned and deserved.

Selina had inherited everything-not something she had expected or wanted. Maybe her grandfather had known her well enough to know she would take care of Anna, but it did not alter the fact he had lied to her.

As for her inheritance-in reality it was a double-edged sword. Mark Stakis had few a.s.sets left, and any money was tied up in such a way as to cost Selina dear. According to Mr Kadiekis in the past few years her grandfather had taken to gambling online in a big way. Shares, poker and sports-he would bet on anything, saying it was the only pleasure he had left. Consequently the house in Athens had been sold long since, and this villa was mortgaged to the hilt. His only income had been the twice yearly dividend from his Moralis shares which, as the lawyer pointed out, was luckily controlled by Orion Moralis!

Luckily ... Selina certainly did not feel lucky. She could not believe it. But she had caught the gleam of triumph in Rion's dark, mocking eyes and she knew the lawyer was correct. She had to deal with the situation. Battling to control her rage, she mentally reviewed the options open to her-precious few ... Calmly she suggested Rion buy back the shares, thus enabling her to take care of Anna. The housekeeper need never know. But Rion refused, saying he preferred to 'discuss it later.'

Mr Kadiekis said he was confident they would work something out and he would abide by what they decided, but he had his helicopter to catch, and ended the meeting by telling Rion to get in touch with him when they had reached an agreement. It enraged Selina still further ...

Convinced all Greek males had to be chauvinists from birth, Selina escorted the lawyer out of the villa, her mind whirling as fast as the blades on the helicopter waiting on the lawn. Stunned at what she had learnt, she watched Mr Kadiekis board and the machine take off before turning to go back inside.

Rion was leaning casually against the door frame, watching her with heavy-lidded narrowed eyes, his thick lashes flicking against his high cheekbones.

'I think now it is time you and I had that discussion, Selina Taylor,' he mocked, using her full name as stated in the will.

The d.a.m.ned, awful, b.l.o.o.d.y will ... Selina swore under her breath and tightened her lips, because she didn't trust herself to respond to the hateful man. Instead she tried to walk back inside-but she had only taken a step when Rion caught her upper arm and spun her back from the door, leading her around the far corner of the villa.

'Let go of me,' she snapped, her eyes spitting fury as she tried to twist free of his grasp. 'You knew about this, you b.a.s.t.a.r.d.'

'Harsh words, but calling me names won't help you, Selina. Only I can.' A cynical smile twisted across his face. 'You would do well to remember that.'

Selina stopped struggling. Much as she hated to admit it, she needed Rion's agreement. Stiffening her spine, she looked straight at him. 'You're right, of course. I'm sorry,' she apologised-though it choked her to do so. But antagonising the mighty Orion Moralis would get her nowhere.

'Apology accepted.'

'Magnanimous swine,' she murmured under her breath. In cool, measured tones in sharp contrast to her furiously beating heart she said, 'Put it down to shock. It is not every day a woman of twenty-four discovers she has a guardian.'

'Understandable,' he said with a shrug of his broad shoulders, and let go of her arm. 'I'm guessing you do not want Anna to hear us before we reach a satisfactory arrangement, so let's take a walk. The pavilion is not far, and it's private. I seem to remember it always was before,' he prompted, and strolled on, expecting her to follow him.

Silently fuming, Selina took a step and stumbled forward. It had nothing to do with his mention of the pavilion-a place where Rion had kissed her senseless and a lot more ... d.a.m.n it! He was getting to her again. She vowed to act cool and controlled until she got him to agree with her and left.

Then Rion turned and looped an arm around her waist to steady her. She forgot her vow and tried to jerk free, but his strong arm tightened, holding her pressed firmly to his side.

'Behave, Selina,' he ordered. 'To convince Anna, we will have to present a united front, and fighting is not going to do it.'

He was right again, and reluctantly Selina walked beside him, acutely aware of Rion's towering presence as he continued to walk and talk.

'Most people would say you have nothing to worry about. Your grandfather has left you his five-percent share in the Moralis Corporation, which I can a.s.sure you brings a quite substantial income by any standards. The fact that Stakis sold the house in Athens and mortgaged the villa having lost all his money gambling I knew nothing about until today.'

Still simmering with anger at the unfairness of the situation-and other emotions she preferred not to recognise-Selina glanced up at his harshly handsome face. His expression was bland, giving nothing away, and yet still he exuded an aura of power and a sheer masculine s.e.x appeal that was hard to ignore. But ignore it she did. Been there, done that and never again. She was immune ...

This was purely business, she staunchly reminded herself. Not that anything about Rion-business or otherwise-was ever pure, she thought bitterly.

'Maybe you didn't know about his gambling, but you sure as h.e.l.l knew he made his will the weekend of our engagement party and never changed it,' she flung at him as, with his arm clasped firmly around her, he ushered her down through the old olive grove to the pavilion. 'I'm not eighteen any more so don't take me for an idiot, Rion. You must have insisted on being in control of the shares for twelve years as part of the deal you made with my grandfather to marry me and take over his company.'

Rion tensed and stopped a few feet away from the trellised archway of the pavilion, his arm falling from Selina's waist and his hands curling into fists at his sides. How the h.e.l.l had Selina heard about the deal his father and Stakis had arranged? Only three people had ever known, and his father would never have said anything. Rion certainly had not ...

'Who told you that?' he demanded. It had to have been Stakis. He had never liked the man. He'd been a devious old devil-as he knew better than most-but to tell his own granddaughter that he had used her to seal a business deal was cruel ... and not strictly true ...

Finding she was free from Rion's confining hold Selina glared up at him. 'I didn't know before I married you, that's for sure, and who told me does not matter. The fact you don't deny it is enough,' she said flatly. 'But to convince my grandfather before we were even married to make you the sole trustee of any shares I might inherit until I reached thirty was genius-a great bit of business on your part,' she said scathingly. 'I can't believe the lawyer insists it is legal. We have been married and divorced, for heaven's sake! And where did Kadiekis get the idea you and I get on so well that it would be fine? He could have only got that from you ...'

Rion's face was impa.s.sive, but she noted lines of strain around his firm mouth.

'Unless you want the world to see and hear you ranting, I suggest we go inside,' he said curtly, and placing a hand in the middle of her back, he urged her forward through the arch into the pavilion.

Selina stopped dead and glanced around, her breath catching in her throat. Nothing had changed: the same plump blue cus.h.i.+ons-faded now-were stacked along the deep padded seat that doubled as a daybed against the back wall of the pavilion. The only other furniture was a wooden table with a dead pot plant on top. The pavilion had been built for the grandmother Selina had never met. According to Anna, the poor woman had suffered from a weak heart and crippling arthritis in her later years. This had been her favourite view of the bay. She had died three years before her son and his family-a blessing, in a way ...

Not a lucky place, and haunted by ghosts, Selina thought bitterly.

Rion left her where she stood and dropped down on the bench, discarding his jacket and tie. He needed time to a.s.similate the fact that Selina had found out about the marriage deal ...

The irony was that a week after meeting Selina he would have done just about anything to get her into bed, he'd wanted her so badly ...

When he finally had he'd been so out of control for the first time in his life he had had s.e.x without protection. With the prospect of a pregnancy in the mix, as well as the business, he had asked her to marry him. Selina had been ecstatic, his father and Stakis had been delighted, and Rion had felt supremely confident that he had made the right decision all around. He would like a son and heir someday, and with the virgin Selina at least he would be sure he was the father.

Maybe her hearing about the marriage contract went some way to explaining why Selina had betrayed him with another man. She had been so naive when they'd married-so open in her avowals of love. After the divorce he had realised cynically she had simply been enamoured of her introduction to s.e.x. But for all that, she had been a refres.h.i.+ng change from the women Rion had known before. She must have been hurt and disillusioned, learning that he'd married her as part of a business deal, and had got back at him in any way she could.

But betray him she had, and it was something he could never forget. Not once, but twice-first by leaping into bed with another man and then with the conditions of the divorce.

Now he just wanted her body-and he was wasting time.

Selina turned to lean against the archway and look out over the headland. The interior of the old pavilion held too many memories, and she had to focus and get out of here as quickly as she could.

'I am not going to rant-I simply want to get this untenable situation settled as soon as possible,' she finally responded, having heard the rustle of cus.h.i.+ons as Rion sat down. She did not turn her head. 'My only concern is Anna and her family. As I said, you can buy back your shares and-'

'Enough, Selina,' Rion interrupted. 'Much as I admire your glorious long hair, I flatly refuse to talk to the back of your head. Come and sit down and we can discuss your problem as reasonable adults.'

Rion was her problem, Selina thought scathingly. Ignoring his compliment about her hair, she took a few deep breaths in an attempt to stay calm. Unfortunately she needed his agreement for Anna's sake, so slowly she turned to face him-and her breath caught in her throat at the sight of him.

He had taken off his jacket and removed his tie, opened the top few b.u.t.tons of his s.h.i.+rt, revealing the strong column of his throat and the beginnings of black curling hair on his bronzed chest. With his long legs stretched out before him he looked totally at ease and as s.e.xy as sin ...

She stiffened, banis.h.i.+ng the guilty blush that rose in her cheeks at the wayward thought. With a mighty effort of self-control she swiftly raised her gaze to his face. There was nothing easy in the dark eyes that met hers, she realised, but a cold predatory gleam that threatened her in some way. A flicker of fear trickled down her spine.