Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Halting in front of the last door in the hallway, the butler opened the door, murmuring in Greek, and after a moment, she heard Kyr say, “Ne.”
The butler opened the double doors, stepped inside, and said stiffly, “Please come in, miss.” She followed him inside, and he bowed again, saying, “Please call for us if you need anything.”
And then he was gone.
Looking around her, Pollyanna found the billionaire’s suite even bigger than she expected it would be and just as remarkably simple as the rest of the manor. The bed was still unmade, and moving towards it, she caught a whiff of a familiar scent. His aftershave, she realized and sniffed again. Oh, how sexy it smelled.
Without thinking, she took one of the pillows and took a sniff. Ooooh. She hugged it to her, thinking, if she hugged the pillow, and the pillow was hugged by Kyr, that would mean—-
“It’s an indirect hug?”
The pillow fell from her hands, and she whirled around with a gasp.
The billionaire was standing in the doorway of his bathroom, hair still wet, beautiful face made more arrogant by his smirk, and his rock-hard body in full display, with only a tiny towel wrapped around his hips to keep him from being completely naked.
“How d-did you know what I was thinking?” she stammered.
His smirk only became more prominent. “Just get used to the fact that you’ll never be able to keep things from me.”
Her eyes widened at the sheer arrogance of his answer, and when her mouth opened and closed, too, he smiled in approval. Seeing her blowfish look was definitely a great way to start the day.
Shaking her head at how the billionaire could so easily get away at saying things normal men couldn’t, she asked, “Should I, umm, step out first so you can change?” She was already turning to do exactly that when his words halted her in her track.
“No need,” was the lazy response.
“Umm...” She still couldn’t make herself turn to look at him again. After all, he was wearing the tiniest towel in the world. The tiniest, she thought in agony. He was a billionaire! Couldn’t he afford a bigger towel?
“Didn’t you say you wanted to be invisible today while I show what my day ordinarily looks like?”
Oh.
“So, no need for you to leave. You’re invisible, remember?”
And then she heard it.
That unmistakable rustle of clothes, which could only mean he was going to change, while she was still there.
She gasped at the thought, and then she gasped again when she realized that she was staring straight at tinted ceiling-to-glass windows that showed an amazingly clear reflection of the area behind her.
Where Kyr was, she thought, and as soon as it occurred, she couldn’t stop her eyes from moving, her heart beating hard—-
Ooooooooooh.
He had his back to her, but he was indeed naked now, the towel lying discarded on the carpeted floor.
His back was smooth and hard, the muscled panes making her swallow. His butt was just as sexy and muscled, and so were his strong, powerful legs. Oh Lord, but somehow he seemed even taller and more commanding when looking at him from behind—-
He turned.
“Ah!” She squeezed her eyes shut before she could see anything.
The billionaire laughed, the sound sexy, dark, and knowing.
Her face went up in flames.
He was right.
There was nothing she could keep from him.
Moments later, and she was still trying to stop herself from blushing while the billionaire beside her was still silently laughing his head off. Even when his gorgeous face had its professional mask in place, she could just feel his amusement, and she was torn between covering her face in embarrassment and giving the billionaire a good hard kick to his shin to stop him from tormenting her.
They went down for breakfast at exactly six, with a place prepared for her at his right. They didn’t talk, with Kyr keeping his word that he wouldn’t let her presence affect his schedule. He ate with speed, grace, and precision, and as the day went on, she had come to realize that mealtimes seemed precious to him, a time when he completely ignored his phone and his staff was trained never to bother him except for the most urgent reasons.
At the office, he was ruthless but fair, and Pollyanna found herself even more awed by him. It also made what they had – this thing that even she knew she shouldn’t put any terrifyingly permanent labels on – more surreal than ever.
He was Kyrillos Gazis, a man who had succeeded in turning his family business around in the short span of four years, eliminating hundreds of millions of debt and building his assets to a ten-dollar figure.
He could have any woman he wanted and yet, he had spent the last two weeks almost exclusively with her.
Why?
It didn’t make sense unless...he felt the same thing towards her?