Satisfaction: The Greek Tycoon's Baby Bargain
When playboy Alexandros Pavlidis discovers that Rebecca is pregnant with his twins, his first instinct is to pay her off. But Xandros won’t be truly satisfied until Rebecca agrees to marriage – on his terms! Billionaire Kyros Pavlidis wants a warm and willing woman in his bed every night – a wife to satisfy all his needs and Alice is just the woman for the job! Estranged from his wife, billionaire Alexei Christou is angered by Victoria’s sudden demand for a divorce. He agrees to her terms but it will come at a price – his satisfaction! He means to bed his bride again. . .
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SHARON KENDRICK once won a national writing competition, describing her ideal date: being flown to an exotic island by a gorgeous and powerful man. Little did she realise that sheâd just wandered into her dream job! Today she writes for Mills & Boon, featuring her often stubborn but always to-die-for heroes and the women who bring them to their knees. She believes that the best books are those you never want to end. Just like lifeâ¦
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To my adorable godchildren:
Lucy Jacob, Judy Jacob, Hannah Minnock, Lucy Wightwick, Rory Maguire and Catriona McDavid. With love.
IT WASNâT the first time he had been lateâbut it was the first time he hadnât bothered to warn her.
Outside, the rain made the street look as glossy as an old black and white photo but Rebeccaâs eyes were fixed at the junction which would give her the first glimpse of his car.
The palms of her hands were cold and clammy and she bit her lip, her head spinning with thoughts she could no longer ignore. Because maybe this was how it all beganâthe end of a relationship. With the slow, slow drip of inconsiderationârather than the passion of the blazing row.
Her lips curved into a painful smile as she recognised that even calling it a relationship gave it more importance than it deserved. When two people lived on opposite continents and merely snatched at secret moments togetherâdid that really count?
Perhaps affair would be more accurate. An affair which should never have started and which sheâd tried her best to resist, but in the end she had been weakâof course she had. For wasnât that Xandrosâs special ability: to make women weak around him? It wasnât difficult to see why. Given the sheer charisma and powerful persuasion of the Greek billionaire, it was amazing that she had lasted out as long as she had.
Maybe this was what happened when you finally began to fall in love with a man like Alexandros Pavlidisâor Xandros to his friends and lovers. This terrible preoccupation which made all your thinking skewed. Even though you told yourself that you didnât want to be in love, that it couldnât possibly be love when all youâd known were some amazing dates and some even more amazing sex.
Yet you could tell yourself something again and again and sometimes almost believe it. And then he would call at the very last minute and she would hear that deep sexy voice, asking her if sheâd like to have dinner, and her heart would flipâthe world seeming suddenly to be lit by fairy lights. And even though she hated herself for being so available, she would be unable to say no.
The gleam of powerful headlights cut a bright channel through the night and Rebecca saw the shiny black nose of the limousine as it slowly eased its way into view. Hastily, she ducked out of sight as it stopped outside the apartment building. Not the most attractive sight in the world, was it? To be seen staring anxiously out of the window!
She checked the mirror. Her hair was clean and shiningâworn loose, just the way Xandros liked it. She was wearing a dress in soft lilac and was slim enough and young enough to carry off the relatively inexpensive outfit and make the most of it. Xandros didnât like a lot of make-up and neither did she. A slick of lipstick and a curl of mascaraâthat was all.
But no amount of careful preparation could hide the faint shadows beneath her eyes, or the way that she seemed to have been constantly biting her lip lately, like an exam candidate who hadnât really understood the question.
The doorbell rang and she pinned a casual smile to her mouth, which died the instant she opened the door to see a tall man in uniform standing on the step, rain dripping from his peaked cap, and it took a moment or two to realise that she was looking at Xandrosâs chauffeur.
âMiss Gibbs?â he said politely, as if heâd never met her before. As if he hadnât witnessed Xandros kissing her so passionately on the back seat of the car. Or hadnât been forced to sit in a car outside her tiny house, waiting for his Greek boss to reappear over an hour later minus his tie, his hair dishevelled, his sensual mouth curved with pleasure.
Rebeccaâs cheeks burned with shame at the memory of that particular time. âWhereâs Xandros?â she questioned, and then her eyes widened as a thousand horrible possibilities flooded into her mind. âHeâs okay? I meanânothingâs happened to him?â
