The Greek Billionaire's Counterfeit Bride (11 page)

“We considered it a grave insult,” the woman said. She glanced at Mahmood. “Mostly because—as you’ve said—family is very important to us.” The woman’s green eyes gleamed with amusement. “But you have to admit, Mahmood, that a man who would spend one hundred million dollars, and spend a week getting to know someone so thoroughly that he could fool us all into thinking that he was married to her, shows dedication.” Mahmood smiled.

“Azita makes an excellent point,” Mahmood said. He looked around at the other members of the family and their retinue. “I believe that knowing what we do now, we can deal with Mr. Christodoulou.”

Eva stared for a moment in shock; she had hoped—she had, secretly, in the back of her mind, nearly prayed—that the family would reconsider the situation once they knew the truth. But hearing from the leader of the business himself that the deal would likely go forward was more than she had realistically expected.

“Eva? What are you doing here?” Eva turned on her heel at the sound of Ari’s voice, and saw the Greek striding towards the Al Akanish group, a startled look on his olive-toned face.

“This lovely lady was just explaining to us what happened last night—and the week before,” Mahmood said. Ari didn’t quite stumble, but he came to a stop, his eyes widening.

“Eva?” Ari looked at her and then at Mahmood once again.

“She told us about the agreement you made and the reason that you made it,” Mahmood said.

“We were very impressed indeed to hear about the lengths to which you were willing to go in order to impress us,” Azita added.

“The lengths…” Ari shook his head. “You told them everything?” Eva felt her cheeks burning.

“Not quite everything,” she admitted. “But the relevant parts.” She looked at the members of the royal family. “And the truth in all of those parts.” Azita gave her a knowing look.

“We’re pleased to have our misunderstanding corrected,” Mahmood told Ari. “The deal was a good one before we felt as though we’d been insulted; it remains a good one now that we understand what your intentions were.

“What brings you to the hotel, Mr. Christodoulou?” Azita tilted her head slightly to the side. “Did you come to explain as well?” Ari shook his head.

“I came to wish you safe travels and a comfortable flight,” Ari said, shaking off the shock of the news. Eva stood back as Ari conferred with the members of the delegation—Mahmood in particular—and began to work out a schedule for making the rest of the arrangements for their deal to move forward.

“We will have to meet again, at a later time,” Mahmood suggested, shaking Ari’s hand. “Our driver appears to have finally arrived; we should be on our way to the plane waiting for us.”

“Of course, of course,” Ari said, nodding quickly. “I will be in touch to confirm another meeting—perhaps it would be more convenient if I came to you in a few weeks to sign the contracts?”

“Absolutely,” Mahmood said, nodding. “We will be honored to have you as our guest, and feed you as well as you did us.”

The Al Akanish group departed then, herded out by their security guards, and Eva watched as Ari held himself tall and proud right until they left. He sat down in a chair as if his legs were about to give out, and Eva rushed to him, concerned. “Are you okay? Are you mad at me?”

“Mad at you?” Ari looked up at her, shaking his head in disbelief. “I am the furthest thing in the world from being mad at you right now.” Eva sat down next to him, shocked in her own part.

“I thought maybe you might have considered it overstepping my boundaries,” she admitted. “But I just couldn’t let them go without doing something. It’s partly my fault we got found out.”

“I can’t believe you pulled it off,” Ari said, laughing softly as he shook his head again. “I can’t believe it. What did you tell them?”

“The truth,” Eva insisted. “Most of it, anyway.” She smiled wryly. “I told them about how we actually met, and the agreement we made, and why you were so committed to the lie.” Ari held her gaze for a long moment, and Eva wondered if he was going to get angry with her at that point.

“I need to show you something,” Ari said. “I assume you’re free for the afternoon?” Eva stared at him in confusion.

“Yeah,” she said, nodding slowly. “I’m free.”

Chapter Twelve

As the cab wove through the busy Manhattan traffic, Eva wondered if a person could actually die from curiosity; Ari had said nothing about where they were going, or what he wanted to show her, merely insisting that he would explain when they arrived at their destination. “If you’re not angry with me, or upset at me, why can’t you tell me what you’re about to show me?”

“Because that would ruin it,” Ari said blandly. Eva thought she could see amusement in his eyes, but he glanced out through the window in the next moment. “I have some things I want to tell you, as well, but we need to arrive first.” He looked at her for just an instant once more before turning his attention out through the window once more. “We’re almost there.”

“I feel like I might actually die from not knowing,” Eva told Ari. “I got practically no sleep last night, and then the whole thing with the Al Akanish people…” she shook her head. Ari turned his head and held her gaze for a long moment.

“Okay,” Ari said finally. “I will tell you one thing about what we’re doing.”

“Please,” Eva said.

“You didn’t give me much of a chance to reply to you last night, about what you said,” Ari explained.

“Well—it wasn’t just that I didn’t give you a chance,” Eva pointed out. “There was the whole issue of the eavesdropper that interfered.” She frowned. “Why would you need to reply?”

“For a lot of reasons,” Ari said with a slight smile. “I wanted to answer to a few of the things you said.”

“Go ahead then,” Eva said, feeling a mixture of confusion, doubt, and hope.

“The first thing is that I want to apologize—deeply, truly apologize—for the fact that I gave you the impression that things were nothing but business between us. At least…on my end.”

“You know how I feel,” Eva protested. “I told you.” Ari nodded.

“I do know how you feel. But you don’t know how I feel, because I didn’t get a chance to explain.”

“I’ll be quiet then,” Eva said wryly.

“I wanted to tell you that I feel the same way,” Ari told her quietly. “If I had thought that you actually wanted to see me—really see me, not just as my pretend wife, but as the woman I love—then I would have told you right away, instead of trying to invent an excuse to keep seeing you.” Eva stared at Ari in shock.

“You—you have feelings for me?” Ari grinned.

“You are not a very good con artist—or all that great at reading people—if you couldn’t tell that I am absolutely and stupidly in love with you,” he said. The car paused at a light, and Eva thought she recognized some of the buildings through the windows; but that wasn’t important.

“You’re in love with me? But we’ve only known each other for a week!” Ari laughed.

“Eva—we spent that week getting to know each other well enough to pretend to be married. I think we know each other well enough to know if we’re in love.” Eva considered that for a moment and then laughed, shaking her head.

“You’re right,” she agreed. Before she could say anything more, Ari’s arms wrapped around her, and he pulled her face up to his for a brief, but passionate kiss. Eva hadn’t known how much she had wanted that kiss until she felt Ari’s lips pressed to hers, until she felt the heat of his body sinking into her through their clothes. The question of where they were going dissolved from her mind, and for a few moments Eva could only think of how good and how right it felt to be in Ari’s arms, how relieved she was to know he felt the same way that she did, how much she wished that they were somewhere alone, where she could show him just how strongly she felt and had been feeling for days.

The car came to a stop, jolting Eva out of the sensual reverie of her embrace with Ari. “We’ve arrived,” the driver said, and Eva pulled back from Ari’s lips, from his body, feeling hot and cold flashes as the blood rushed through hers, flooding her face and then shifting down to her hips in a confusion of messages.

“Thanks,” Ari said. Eva saw him take his wallet out of his pocket and hand the man a larger bill; she remembered suddenly that she had been consumed with curiosity about where Ari was taking her, and looked through the window. Ari stepped out on the other side of the cab, and Eva stared in confusion as her eyes took in the sight of the entrance of the building she had worked in a mere week before.

The door to the cab opened, and Eva numbly accepted Ari’s hand, letting him help her up out of the back seat. She stood on the sidewalk, staring at the building, trying to understand why Ari would have brought her there. She turned, giving him a silent, querying glance. Ari grinned at the utter bemusement on her face. “I have a surprise for you, like I said. Come with me.”

Ari took her hand and led her into the building. Eva followed in his wake, trying to work out why Ari had brought her to the place where they had first met. She remembered the apartment that had started their whole relationship as he ushered her onto an elevator and pressed the button for the top floor—the penthouse apartment. “Why are we going to the apartment?” Ari’s eyes glittered with mischief and anticipation as he grinned at her.

“You’ll see,” he said. “Stop trying to ruin my surprises.” Eva pressed her lips together, more questions gathering on her tongue, but she could tell that the Greek wouldn’t answer them.

The corridor where they emerged from the elevator was vacant—unlike the night that they’d met. Ari led her down the short hallway, and Eva felt her heart beating faster and faster with the memory of everything involved in the unit: the lawsuit that the realtor wanted to bring against her, the embarrassment of having to talk to the police, the pique she had felt when Ari had seen right through her immediately at the open house. Ari took a key out of his pocket and unlocked the door. “I picked these up this morning—I was worried I’d end up being late to see the Al Akanish group off, actually,” Ari explained as he opened the door and ushered Eva through it.

“So you managed to convince her not to sue me,” Eva said with a smile, looking around at the furnished entryway and into the living room.

“When I told her that I was more than willing to pay the hundred million you’d promised for the unit, she was happy to consider the matter settled,” Ari told her. He paused and grinned before continuing, “of course, I may have also implied that if she tried to wet her beak further by suing you on top of getting my money for the unit, I would clobber her in court with the most expensive attorney available.” Eva laughed, shaking her head.

“I should have guessed it would come to that,” she said. “So is the surprise that you’re now the proud owner of this apartment? Because that’s not really a surprise.” Ari snickered.

“Come into the living room,” Ari told her. Eva hesitated for just a moment before nodding, following him into the big, spacious center of the apartment. It was almost exactly the way that she remembered it, save for the fact that the catering equipment and the people were gone. The fireplace where she had engaged Ari in the bidding war for the unit looked just as magnificent as it had before; Ari led her towards it, coming to a stop almost exactly where he had stood during their first altercation.

“Okay, now what?” Ari grinned irrepressibly.

“Close your eyes.” Eva sighed.

“You’re really milking this, I hope you realize that,” she told him.

“Just close your eyes, Eva.” She did as she was told, and heard a muted, metallic clatter. “Hold out your hand.” Eva hesitated for just a moment before complying. She heard the metal clink once more, and then something cold and hard connected with her palm. “Open your eyes.”

Looking down into her hand, Eva saw a set of three keys, attached to a keychain with a tag that bore her initials. “What’s this?” Ari shook his head when she looked up to hear the answer.

“It’s your copy of the keys to the apartment,” Ari told her, grinning broadly. “I picked them up this morning, too.” Eva looked from the keys to Ari, over and over again, trying to understand what he had just said.

“You got me a copy of the keys?” Ari nodded, still smiling. “You—you want me to live with you?”

“I thought I had made myself clear,” Ari said. “I’m in love with you. I want to see you, not because I’m running a scheme on someone, or because you’re pretending to be my wife, but because I enjoy being around you.” Eva nearly dropped the keys from her nerveless fingers. Fumbling with them, she put them into her purse, and shook her head, looking at Ari once more.

“You really mean it,” she said, making it not quite a question.

“I wouldn’t have spent a hundred million dollars, and gotten you those keys, if I didn’t mean it,” Ari told her. Overcome, Eva threw her arms around him, rising up onto the balls of her feet and bringing her lips up to his. Ari’s arms wrapped around her waist, and he pressed her body against his even as he began to kiss her. Moment by moment, the kiss deepened, and Eva found herself trembling, heat flowing through her veins, tingling through her nerves as Ari’s hands began to wander over her body slowly. She explored the lines and planes of his back, his arms, his chest, remembering every detail underneath the fabric of his clothes, feeling the heat of his body, the ripple of his muscles as he moved.

Ari broke away from her lips, and Eva made a querying sound, looking up into his eyes. “One of the things that I thought of, when I was looking at this place,” he explained, his lips only inches from hers, “was what it would be like to use that absolutely stunning bed in the master bedroom.” Eva grinned.

“Use it as in sleep in it?” Ari raised an eyebrow.

“Eventually,” he replied. “But right now, I’d rather test out other aspects.” His hands tightened on her waist. “If you’re interested, that is?” Eva nodded, not even pausing to consider. Ari kissed her again, exploring the curves of her body once more, teasing and caressing her. Eva melted against him, arching and twisting as Ari touched her all over, as if they hadn’t already had sex more than once; as if it was their first time together.

She barely realized that Ari was leading her towards the bedroom until they were nearly at the door; someone had left it closed, and Ari broke away from Eva’s lips, one of his hands sliding away from her body, to let them both into the room. Eva struggled to focus, pawing awkwardly at the buttons on Ari’s tailored blazer even as she felt her own jacket peeling down over her arms under her lover’s more expert and assured hands. Bit by bit, her clothes came away from her body, and Eva managed to get Ari’s blazer off, along with the dress shirt underneath.

In what felt like a mere moment—and somehow like an hour, all at the same time—Eva tumbled onto the bed, in nothing more than her bra and panties. Ari stood at the edge of the bed, unbuttoning and unzipping the fly of his dress pants as he looked down at her. “What do you think?” Eva frowned in confusion before her lust-fogged mind recalled what Ari had said about testing the bed out.

“Feels good,” she said, bouncing slightly on the firm, resilient mattress. “No squeak,” she added with a grin.

“Not yet,” Ari countered, pushing his trousers down over his hips. He left his briefs on, and Eva caught the full benefit of them in the sight of the firm bulge at the front, the fabric straining under the size and hardness of Ari’s erection. Ari climbed onto the bed and covered Eva’s body with his own, shifting his hips against hers and leaning in close to kiss her briefly. “We really should be thorough,” Ari told her in a playful whisper. “If we need to replace the bed with something better, we should find out as soon as possible.”

“I agree,” Eva said, pushing her hips down to rub herself against the tantalizing, hard bulge of Ari’s cock. “Wouldn’t want to waste…time…” Ari’s lips trailed down from her mouth along the line of her jaw, to her throat, and Eva moaned as the friction between their bodies sent crackling jolts of pleasure through her body. She played her hands over his back and shoulders, kneading and caressing, even as she writhed underneath Ari, trying for better contact. She was already soaking wet, hot and cold rushes of sensation flowing through her in familiar tingles as she became more and more turned on by the moment.

Ari kissed a path down to her chest, peeling the lace of Eva’s bra down over her breasts and claiming one of her nipples with his lips and tongue. Eva shivered, rocking her hips steadily in time with his thrusts, moving along with him as Ari worshipped her breasts steadily. He switched from one nipple to the other and back, sucking and licking; it felt to Eva as if the jolts of sensation shot straight down to her hips, intensifying the tension she felt there with every lap of his rough tongue and every press of his hot, soft lips.