One Night with a Gorgeous Greek: Doukakis's Apprentice / Not Just the Greek's Wife / After the Greek Affair
In the arms of a ruthless, possessive, passionate man!Polly Prince works hard, but her family’s company is taken over by ruthless Damon Doukakis! As his apprentice, Polly accompanies Damon to Paris and so must resist the lethal sensuality of her new boss in the most dangerously romantic city in the world.Ariston Spiridakou had married Chloe to provide him with an heir and Chloe’s defiance had her cast out of his life. Infuriatingly, three years on, Chloe finds herself at Ariston’s mercy and he won’t even consider her request until she’s expecting his baby!Billionaire tycoon Loukas Christakis reluctantly allows struggling designer Belle to work on his private island. Virile Loukas finds her innocence an unexpected temptation. When their short affair has consequences, Loukas resolves to secure what he feels is his…
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One Night with a Gorgeous Greek
Doukakis’s Apprentice
Sarah Morgan
Not Just the Greek’s Wife
Lucy Monroe
After the Greek Affair
Chantelle Shaw
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‘Everyone has their price, Mr Doukakis.’
‘You think so?’ Intrigued, Damon allowed his gaze to drop to the creamy skin visible at the neck of her formal white shirt. So what’s your price, Miss Prince?’
‘I was talking about business.’
Damon smiled. ‘Of course you were. Someone with your exceptional morals would never become tangled with someone like me, would they?’
His sarcasm brought a scarlet tinge to her cheeks but she didn’t defend herself. ‘Have you finished?’
‘Finished?’ Damon slowly lifted his gaze and stared down into those eyes. They were the blue of a summer sky. ‘I haven’t even started.’
USA TODAY bestselling author SARAH MORGAN writes lively, sexy stories for both Mills & Boon>® Modern>™ Romance and Medical™ Romance.
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‘HE’S here. He’s arrived. Damon Doukakis just strode into the building.’
Woken by the panicky voice, Polly lifted her head from her arms and was blinded by sunlight pouring through the window. ‘What? Who?’ The words were slurred, her brain emerging slowly from the shadows of sleep. The headache that had been part of her life for the past week still squeezed her skull. ‘I must have dozed off. Why didn’t anyone wake me?’
‘Because you haven’t slept for days and you’re scary when you’re tired. There’s no need to panic. I’m doing that for both of us. Here—I brought sustenance.’ Balancing two mugs of and a large muffin, the woman kicked the door shut. ‘Wake yourself up with carbs and coffee.’
Polly rubbed her eyes and squinted at the screen of her laptop. ‘What time is it?’
‘Eight o’clock.’
‘Eight o’clock?’ She flew to her feet, sending papers and pens spinning across the floor. ‘The meeting is in fifteen minutes! Were you hoping I’d just walk in there and talk in my sleep or something?’ Polly hit ‘save’ on the document she’d been working on all night, her hand shaking from the sudden awakening. Her heart pounded and deep in her stomach was a solid lump of dread.
Sleeping didn’t make any of it go away and reality pressed down on her like a heavy weight.
Everything was about to change. Life as she knew it had ended.
‘Stay calm,’ Debbie swooped across the office and put the plate and the mugs on the desk. ‘If you show him you’re afraid, he’ll walk all over you. That’s what men like Damon Doukakis do. They sniff out weakness and they move in for the kill.’
‘I’m not afraid.’ The lie wedged itself in her throat.
She was afraid. She was afraid of the responsibility and of the consequences of failure. And, yes, she was afraid of Damon Doukakis.
Only a fool wouldn’t be.
‘You’re going to be fine. I mean, we’re all depending on you, obviously, but I don’t want the fact that you have the future of a hundred people in your hands to make you nervous.’
‘Thanks for that calming thought.’ Polly allowed herself a quick gulp of coffee and then checked her BlackBerry. ‘I’ve only been asleep for two hours and I already have a hundred e-mails. Don’t these people ever sleep?’ She scrolled through them quickly, scanning for anything important. ‘Gérard Bonnel wants us to move our meeting tomorrow back to the evening. Can I get a later flight to Paris?’
‘You’re not flying. The train was cheaper. I bought you a non-flexible ticket on the seven-thirty out of St Pancras. If he’s moved the meeting then you’ll have most of the day to kill.’ Debbie leaned forward and stole a large chunk from the muffin. ‘Go and see the Eiffel Towel. Make love to a delicious French guy on the banks of the Seine.
