Today she’d met so many people who thought the world of Vasso and Akis. If their father were still alive, he would be so proud of them. And their mother... Zoe had seen the few pictures they had of her. She’d been a beauty. That’s why the two brothers were so gorgeous.
Oh, Vasso. I can’t wait until we’re alone. Really alone.
The party went on several hours. Toasts were made to the happy couple. As Zoe danced with Akis, Vasso danced with Raina. Then she saw the brothers signal each other. The next thing she knew Akis whirled her toward the limousine where Yianni was parked in front of the church.
Akis opened the rear door and hurried her inside. Vasso came around the other side and slid in next to her. The second his door closed, the limo started moving. Everyone saw them leave and gave out shouts. But Zoe was caught in Vasso’s arms. His mouth came down on hers and the world whirled away. When he lifted his lips, she realized the car had come to a stop outside Vasso’s beach house.
He opened the door and stepped out. Then he helped her. The second she was on her feet he picked her up and carried her in his arms. “Thank you, Yiannis.”
The car drove off, leaving them alone. “I’ve been dreaming about doing this for weeks, Zoe.”
“So have I, darling.”
Vasso unlocked the back door with the remote and carried her over the threshold. He didn’t stop until he’d gained the loft. “I’ve never been up here before,” she said as he twirled her around.
“That was the plan. Thank heaven the long wait is finally over.”
“I love you, my darling Vasso. I love you.”
* * *
After they’d made love throughout the night, Vasso’s beautiful wife fell asleep around five o’clock, but he was still wide awake. Adrenaline rushed through his system like a never-ending fire.
Her wedding dress lay over one of the chairs, her mantilla on the dresser with her wedding flowers. Their scent filled the loft. He’d thrown his wedding suit over another chair. The white rose was still in the lapel.
She was the most unselfish lover he could ever have imagined. For the next little while he lay on his side holding her loosely in his arms so he could study her beautiful features. He still couldn’t believe she was his wife, all signed, sealed and delivered to be his, now and forever.
Her mouth was like a half-opened rose, lush with a red tint, like a strawberry. He needed to taste her again and again and never stop. As soon as he started to kiss her in earnest, she made a little moan and her eyes opened.
“Vasso—I dreamed I was kissing you, but I really am kissing you.”
He laughed deep in his throat. “I wanted to kiss you good morning. It wasn’t nice of me to wake you up, but I’m so in love with you, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to leave you alone.”
“Please don’t, or I won’t be able to bear it.” She rolled over and kissed him so deeply that age-old ritual started again. They didn’t come up for breath for several more hours.
Vasso finally lifted his mouth from hers. “Did I tell you yet how gorgeous you looked in that wedding dress? I could hardly breathe when you got out of the limo.”
“Raina said I should wear it to give you a jolt.”
“You did a lot more than that. Every man at the wedding would have given anything to be in my place. She has the right instincts. Raina’s so good for Akis.”
“I love her already.”
“So do I.”
“You kind of stopped traffic yourself. Have I told you yet how good you are for me? You make me thankful to have been born a woman. Seriously, Vasso, I’m so wild about you I think maybe there’s something wrong with me.”
“I’ll never complain.” He kissed every feature. “So you don’t mind that I’m invading your space?”
“I must have been crazy when I said that.”
“It’s because you never lived with a man and didn’t know it’s the only way for a man and woman to experience true joy. These last few years I knew that the most important element in my life was missing. But not anymore.” He crushed her body to his, kissing her neck and throat. “Where do you want to go on our honeymoon?”
“Right here with you.”
“We could go anywhere,” he murmured against her lips.
“I know. What do you say we wait to take a trip after we find out we’re going to have a baby.”
Vasso smoothed the hair off her forehead. “You want a baby soon?”
“You know I do. I’m so envious of Raina and Akis. There’s no reason to wait. You heard what Father Debakis said. Be fruitful.”
He rolled her over and looked deep into her eyes. “Maybe he already knows something we don’t.”
“I know. Exciting, isn’t it?”
“In that case we’ll just stay here until we get it right.”
She cupped his face and pulled him down to press a passionate kiss to his mouth. “I was hoping you’d say that. If you think I’m shameful, I don’t care. I need you with every particle of my being.”
His expression sobered. He kissed her hands and moved them to either side of her head. “Don’t you know you’ve made me whole? A thrill went through me when you circled the altar with me. I felt your love binding me tighter and tighter.”
“I had that same wonderful feeling,” she cried softly. “Our ceremony was holy, but it was also very romantic.”
He smiled. “Only you could come up with the perfect description. That’s because there’s only one perfect you. You’re the light of my life, agape mou. Kiss me again, Kyria Giannopoulos.”
Three hours later he heard his cell vibrate. Only one person would be texting him.
Zoe smiled. “That has to be your brother. I love how close you are. Put him out of his misery and tell him we’re deliriously happy.”
Vasso reached for the phone on the bedside table. “He says to turn on the news. Do you want to watch?”
“No. I don’t need to see my beloved husband on TV when I’ve got him right here in my arms.”
“That’s just another one of the thousand reasons I love you more than life itself.” He buried his face in her neck, crying her name over and over again.
* * * * *
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Beauty & Her Billionaire Boss
by Barbara Wallace
CHAPTER ONE
THERE SHOULD BE a law against a man looking so good in a tuxedo. Staring at the man asleep in the chair, Piper felt an appreciative shiver. Monsieur Frederic Lafontaine had shed his jacket and untied his tie, yet he still looked like a million dollars, what with the way his shirt pulled taut across his linebacker-sized shoulders. She had to start using his dry cleaner. The guy must have been sprawled here for hours, and yet his clothes didn’t have a single wrinkle. Piper’s uniform wouldn’t last five minutes. In fact—she ran a hand down the front of her black skirt—it hadn’t.
Then again, she didn’t have cheekbones that could cut glass or thick brown hair that begged to be touched, either. Maybe perfection came
in bundles.
Taking a deep breath, she touched his shoulder and tried not to think about the broad muscles beneath her fingers. Eight months of working for the man, and she still hadn’t shaken her attraction. “Monsieur? You need to wake up. It’s after seven o’clock.”
When he didn’t respond, she shook his shoulder again, this time a little more aggressively. The motion did the trick. Slowly, his eyes opened, and he blinked unseeingly. “You fell asleep in the chair,” she told him.
“Oh.” His voice was thick with sleep, making it deeper and rougher than usual. “What—what time is it?”
“Seven fifteen.”
“What?” He bolted to his feet, arms akimbo, his right hand connecting with the cup of coffee Piper set on the end table only seconds before. The cup took flight, sending coffee over everything.
“Dammit!” he hollered as the hot liquid splashed his shirt. He immediately started pulling at the cloth, lifting it from his skin. “How many times have I told you, you must tell me when you put something within reach? You know I can’t see anything put to the side.”
It was hard to say much of anything seeing as how he jumped up before she had a chance to open her mouth. “I’ll get you a towel.”
“Don’t bother.” He’d already yanked the shirt free from his waistband. “Clean up the rest of the spill before it stains the carpet. I’m going to take a shower.” He turned to head upstairs.
“Wait,” Piper called.
Moving this time before he could speak, she scooped up the cup from where it had fallen on the carpet, half an inch from the toe of his shoe. “You were going to crush it,” she said, holding the china teacup in front of his face.
If he appreciated her heads-up behavior, he didn’t say so. “Tell Michel when he arrives that I will be ready shortly. And make sure my briefcase is by the front door. On the left,” he added with emphasis.
As if she would leave it somewhere else. Piper bit back the sarcastic response. She learned a long time ago that some fights weren’t meant to be won. Arguing with a man who was wearing hot coffee on his stomach was definitely one of those fights. Instead, she waited until he’d stalked his way upstairs, then treated herself to a glare in his direction. It would serve him right if she moved his bag to the right just to spite him. Because goodness knows the world might end if the briefcase was on the wrong side of the doorway.
Not that she would actually move the thing. Put out or not, she wasn’t so petty that she’d pick on a blind man—or half-blind man as the case may be. Truth was, nitpicky as they were, monsieur’s “rules” served a purpose. When she took this job, it was made very clear his limited field of vision required everything in the house to be just so. Chief on the list was that nothing should be set to the side without his knowledge. His lack of peripheral vision might cause a mishap, he’d explained. Most of the time, the system worked. There were times in fact, such as when he crossed the room with his slow, purposeful strides, that Piper forgot the man had trouble seeing.
After double-checking on the briefcase—which was on the left as always—she headed for the utility closet. “So goes another fun-filled day in Paris,” she said as she marched into the kitchen for her cleaning supplies. Naturally, the coffee had fallen on the handmade Persian carpet. That meant instead of using the nice handy carpet-cleaning machine in the closet, she had to get the stain up with water and a vinegar paste.
This was not how she expected her year abroad to go. Her year here was supposed to signal the start of a new and exciting life. The wonderful moment when she stopped being dumpy Piper Rush and became Piper Rush, chef extraordinaire who dazzled the culinary institute with her skills and enthralled French men with her American wit. In short, the complete opposite of her life in East Boston.
She should have known better.
Didn’t take long for her to realize that Paris was exactly the same as Boston, only in French. Which actually made it worse than Boston. Despite spending hours shoulder to shoulder with a dozen other people, she hadn’t made a single close friend. Everyone was too busy trying to impress Chef Despelteau. In a way, you’d think the fact that she couldn’t impress the man if she tried would help her cause, but no. Yesterday, after she didn’t use enough confit to brown her chicken, he declared her cassoulet flavorless and spent ten minutes lecturing her on the importance of taste, even when making “peasant food.” All her classmates did was snicker. City of Lights, her foot. More like the City of the Unfriendly.
Even Frederic barely paid attention to her, unless there was an errand to run, or she needed to wake him up. He was too busy lecturing at the university or heading off to some fancy social event.
The perpetual loneliness she fought to keep under wraps threatened to wedge free. She had to swallow to keep it from rising up and choking her. God, what she wouldn’t give for someone to talk to. Or to go home.
Out of habit, her hand reached for the cell phone tucked in her apron only to leave it behind. It was still the middle of the night in Boston. Her sister, Patience, would still be asleep. Patience—the only reason she was sticking things out to completion. Her sister was convinced Piper was living the dream, and considering how much Patience had sacrificed so Piper could actually have a dream, she didn’t dare disturb the fantasy. Besides, her sister had issues of her own. She and her boss’s nephew were doing some kind of back-and-forth that had Patience on edge. The last thing she needed right now was a whiny baby sister burning up the data package complaining because her year abroad wasn’t all sunshine and roses.
She carried her supplies into the salon, pausing when she reached the front window. A few blocks away, the Eiffel Tower loomed tall, reminding her she really had no right complaining. She might be lonely, but she was a lonely person living in luxury. Instead of monsieur’s mansion, she could be living in some ratty apartment battling roaches for breakfast. Or worse, living on the streets. Been there, done both. She didn’t feel like doing either again.
If only she had someone to share Paris with, then things wouldn’t be so bad. It wasn’t going to happen, though. If she hadn’t found a kindred spirit yet, she wasn’t going to. She was simply going to have to suck things up, the way she always did.
Speaking of sucking, she had a carpet to clean. Staring at the stain darkening the beige carpet, she sighed. This better not be a sign of how the rest of her day was going to go.
* * *
Frederic winced as he peeled the wet shirt from his body. Not because the liquid stung his skin, although it did, but because he was appalled at his behavior. Yelling at his housekeeper that way. Like a child throwing a tantrum. Didn’t he swear he would never be that way? Become one of those angry invalids who took their bad moods out on others? Yet the first time he spills a drink, he lashes out. Embarrassment was no excuse.
What did he expect, falling asleep in the salon like that? It was the last glass of Bordeaux. Knowing the way alcohol went to his head and made him overly pensive, he never should have indulged. Last night found him sitting for hours, watching the tower’s twinkling lights, his mind a sea of morose thoughts.
The dampness from his shirt found its way to his palms. Resisting the urge to hurl the garment across the room, he draped it on top of the duvet for Piper to find later. He stripped off the rest of his tuxedo as well, making sure he returned the suit and his shoes to their assigned places in the closet. Oh, but for those days when undressing meant toeing off your shoes wherever you stood and tossing your clothes in a heap.
Obviously, last night’s moroseness hadn’t subsided. Why else would he be bemoaning a past that he couldn’t get back? After all, he’d come to terms with his failing eyesight long before it started to steal his peripheral vision. From the moment the doctors first told him his retina was degenerating, in fact. He knew full well that one day the tunnel through which he viewed the world would close completely, leaving him
blind. He’d accepted his fate and framed his life in anticipation. And when the time came, he would shoulder the burden alone, the way a person should. He wouldn’t drag others down with him. A promise that, until this morning, he’d done a very good job of keeping.
He owed his housekeeper a very large apology.
When the employment agency first recommended the American culinary student, he thought the idea ridiculous. A temporary resident? She’d be too distracted by studies and sightseeing. But as it turned out, Piper was nothing short of exemplary. Today aside, she did her job quietly and unobtrusively. In fact, the two of them could go days without crossing paths. Precisely the kind of help Frederic preferred.
Today’s mistake with the coffee was as much his fault as hers. She no doubt set down the cup to wake him, not expecting him to stand up so quickly.
He would definitely apologize.
Unfortunately, there wasn’t time right now. Leaning in close, he read the time on his nightstand clock. With luck, he could shower and make his first class in plenty of time. Whether or not his morning began poorly didn’t matter to his superiors at the university. They expected him to deliver his lectures on time, regardless. This evening, then. Before the symphony. He would find Piper and explain that he overreacted. Then they would both forget this morning ever happened.
* * *
Staining the carpet turned out to be the high point of the day.
First, cleaning the rug took longer than planned. In addition to the major stain, there were a dozen or so tiny spots that needed blotting. It took her forever to find them all, so by the time Piper finished, she was running late. Chef Despelteau was less than thrilled to see her slip through the door five minutes into his lecture.
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