The Mistress Mistress sounded so sordid, so far removed from the kind of relationship Marley Jameson had with Greek hotel magnate Chrysander Anetakis. Until it all came crashing down around them, when Marley awakened in the hospital with no memory of what happened before she got there. All she knew was that when Chrysander showed up and whisked her away to his private Greek island, being with him felt like home. The Bride Tycoon Theron Anetakis had only one problem—and she just walked through his door. She had pined for Theron long enough.
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Sit down and let me get you something to drink. It benefits neither of us to have this discussion right now. After a long week of laying traps for the person attempting to sell his company out from under him, the last thing he wanted was a hysterical confrontation with his mistress. The beginnings of a headache were already plaguing him. He followed the trail of her things to the couch where her bag was thrown haphazardly. She was a creature of comfort.
Never fussy. Which is why this emotional outburst caught him off guard. It was completely out of character for her. She was his mistress. He should have softened his response. It was only fair that he offer something more than sex. Though sex with her was high on his list of priorities. He stopped and frowned then set the drinks down on the coffee table. Dread tightened his chest. He reached out to snag the papers, yanked them open as anger, hot and volatile, surged in his veins.
Marley, his Marley, was the traitor within his company? He wanted to deny it. Wanted to crumple the evidence and throw it away. But it was there, staring him in the face.
Suddenly everything became clear. His building plans had started disappearing about the time that Marley had moved into the penthouse. And now documents from his office had appeared in her purse. The papers fisted in his hand, he stalked back to the bedroom to see Marley still sitting on the bed. Marley stared at him in shock. Had she heard him correctly? How could things have gone so wrong? Why are you so angry with me? Is it because I reacted so badly to you calling me your mistress?
I assure you it came as a great shock to me. I thought somehow I meant more to you than that. He held up a hand with several crumpled sheets of paper in them. Do you honestly think I would tolerate you betraying me? I have no tolerance for cheats or liars, and you, my dear, are both.
She wavered precariously, but he made no move to aid her. What are those papers? Your attempts could have crippled my company. But the joke is on you. These are fakes planted by me in an attempt to ferret out the culprit. She reached out and yanked the papers from his hand. The words, schematics blurred before her eyes. An internal email, printed out, obviously from his company ISP address stared back at her.
Sensitive information. Detailed building plans for an upcoming bid in a major international city. Photocopies of the drawings. None of it made sense. She raised her head and stared him in the eye as her world crumbled and shattered around her. I want you out of here. Numbly, she headed for the door with no thought of collecting her things. She only wanted to be away. She paused and put her hand on the frame to steady herself before turning around to look back at Chrysander.
His face remained implacable. The lines around his mouth and eyes were hard and unforgiving. She stumbled blindly into the elevator, quiet sobs ripping from her throat as she rode it down to the lobby level. The doorman looked at her in concern and offered to get her into a cab. She waved him off and walked unsteadily down the sidewalk and into the night.
The warm evening air blew over her face. The tears on her cheek chilled her skin, but she paid them no heed. He would listen to her. She would make him. It was all such a dreadful mistake.
There had to be some way to make him see reason. In her distress, she took no notice of the man following her. When she reached the curb, a hand shot out and grasped her arm. Her cry of alarm was muffled as a cloth sack was yanked over her head. She struggled wildly, but just as quickly, she found herself stuffed into the backseat of a vehicle. She heard the door slam and the rumble of low voices, and then the vehicle drove away.
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