Virgin's Dirty Boss

by Nicole Elliot

  Carter

  Athena shook her head at Carter as his sisters left the room. “It’s not like you to lie. You’ve always been truthful.”

  “I’m not lying,” Carter said in a voice that rang with conviction.

  She nodded sagely. “That is the worst kind of lie, Carter. The kind you tell yourself,” she added, leaving him in the sudden silence as she swept out of the room.

  Carter looked up to meet the recrimination in Darren’s eyes. “What?” he bit out. “You disapprove of my game?”

  “She’s not a game,” Darren said in a mild tone. “She’s a nice girl, and she doesn’t deserve what you’re doing to her.” He shook his head and left Carter as well.

  Carter shook his head, marveling at how quickly everyone could abandon a person. His sisters had departed after hearing what they wanted to hear, going about their lives. Then his mother and her ridiculous accusation, followed by Darren’s disapproval.

  “Dammit,” Carter cursed, drawing himself up sharply. He had to separate the truth from the lies, the pretense from the reality, before he could allow himself to trust her enough to love her.

  15

  Scarlett

  Scarlett awoke with a pounding head and a dry feeling in her mouth. She sat up, lurching a bit in the afternoon heat. Too busy sobbing, she hadn’t turned on the air conditioner before lying down.

  She still wore the rumpled slacks and white halter, so apparently she’d fallen asleep sometime during that storm of tears. Her head was pounding more now, and it took her a moment to realize the pounding was an external sensation. She rose from the bed and walked onto the balcony, looking up at the sky, seeing the helicopter approaching the island. Without interest, she turned from the balcony and went to the bathroom, where she took a long shower, forcing herself not to think of Carter and his hurtful words.

  After dressing, Scarlett sat on her bed, wondering what she should do with herself. She was hungry, and dinner was fast approaching, but she didn’t want to face Lydia and Thea. She was also in no hurry to see Carter again, knowing she would have to pretend that she’d never heard the damning words he’d spoken.

  She would have to paste on a false smile, pretending like they’d never slept together, and that he’d never used her. Scarlett would have to hide the love growing in her heart, and she didn’t know if she could do that. She wasn’t an actress by any stretch of the imagination, and she wasn’t good at lying. Too practical.

  Eventually, Scarlett decided she would have to go down to dinner if for no other reason than her pride. She wasn’t going to let any of them intimidate her or treat her as an inferior. With a sigh, she got off the bed and left her room.

  As she walked into the sitting room, she noticed it was much noisier than usual. She was surprised to find several more people milling around the room, and first thought Athena was hosting a party. Then she saw the four children and figured it must be a more intimate occasion.

  The man closest to her turned around, and she saw the resemblance between him and the rest of the Braxton family. His eyes appraised her in a lazy fashion, and she was surprised to see a smile form on his lips. “You must be Scarlett.” A sudden hush fell upon the room. “I am Elias Braxton, Carter’s younger brother.”

  “Nice to meet you.”

  “The pleasure is mine. It isn’t often that our entire family gets together.” He placed a hand on her shoulder. “Come meet the rest of the brood.” He led her forward, stopping before an elegantly dressed woman with a cap of soft black hair, wide eyes, and pale skin. “This is my lovely wife, Giovanna.”

  Scarlett shook her hand, surprised that there was no coldness in her gaze. “Lovely to meet you. Please call me Vanna.” Vanna spoke with a thick Italian accent.

  “We live in Rome,” Elias said as he led her to another man, his features plainly Italian. “My brother-in-law Dario, and my sister Ekaterini.” Their receptions were both warm as well. “Dario is Vanna’s brother,” Elias said as he led her to the children.

  They lined up in a neat row, from tallest to smallest, and Scarlett immediately found them enchanting. “Aristotle, eight; Aleni, six; Fabrizio, four.” Each of the children smiled at her. Elias knelt in front of the smallest child, who waved at him and lifted her arms. “And this little one is Catherina. Ekaterini has dubbed her Cat until she has a chance to grow into her name.”

  “You have beautiful children,” Scarlett murmured, conscious of Carter’s eyes upon her from across the room. Lydia and Thea also regarded her avidly, but with intense dislike.

  Elias nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, they are all saints,” he said with gusto, earning a chuckle from Vanna. “Only the three oldest belong to us. Cat is our niece.”

  Dinner was a loud and boisterous affair. Scarlett remained quiet for the most part, content to listen to the family speak to each other, often in loud, but loving, tones. She learned that Elias helped Vanna and Dario manage their father’s export business, and had been the one to introduce Ekaterini, the youngest Braxton child, to Dario three years ago. They lived in Rome and didn’t find as much time to visit as they all would like. Upon learning that Carter would only be on the island for twelve days, Elias had organized their vacation, practically closing down their shipping offices. “Family must come first,” he said. “Just as our father taught us.” A toast was drunk in honor of Santori, and then Elias raised his glass once more. “A toast to Justin,” he said.

  Lydia’s expression froze, and tears leaked from her eyes. “I won’t drink a toast to my dead husband with her sitting at the same table.” She glared at Scarlett.

  Scarlett set aside her glass. “If you’ll excuse me,” she whispered to no one in particular, rising from the table before protests could be made. She hurried from the room. To her surprise, Carter followed her, stopping her in the hallway just a few steps from her bedroom door.

  “Wait, Scarlett,” he said, taking hold of her arm and ending her flight. “You don’t have to leave because of Lydia.”

  “It will make her more comfortable,” Scarlett said in a distant voice, keeping her eyes from his. “It’s her home, and I’m not even a guest.”

  “Lydia enjoys drama.” Carter dismissed it with a wave of his hand. “If your presence wasn’t stirring her up, something else would be.”

  Scarlett refused to meet his eyes, and tried to shrug his hand off her arm. “Please let go of me,” she said firmly. “I’ve lost my appetite.”

  “Impossible.” Carter chuckled. “I’ve yet to see anything impair your...healthy appetite.”

  “Being at the same table as the Braxton family is rather awkward, don’t you think?”

  “Why are you acting this way?” he asked, forcing his features to remain slack.

  “I’m not acting any way,” she answered. “I’m just tired, and I’m fed up with your sisters. I’d like to go to my room now.”

  “I’d like for you to join us,” he said, releasing his grip on her arm. “Elias and the rest of the family have been very warm to you.”

  Scarlett ignored the rest of his statement, choosing to focus on the beginning. “I really don’t care what you’d like,” she whispered. “If you recall, I agreed to be your collateral for six months. I didn’t agree to be at your beck and call.”

  “Of course. How could I forget the terms of our bargain?” She watched as her turned to go back to the dining room, never once looking back.

  Scarlett spent the remainder of the evening in her room. She found herself unable to sleep after the long afternoon nap, so she read a book until early in the morning, when her eyes finally started to close. She laid aside the novel and curled under the comforter, forcing herself not to think of Carter.

  She’d been so hopeful, and she freely admitted that. Sometime in the past few weeks, she’d seen past Carter’s hard exterior, to the man beneath. She’d responded to him in a way that was new to her, and she’d started to love him.

  When they were away, Scarlett was convinced he’d co
me to care for her too. She knew that people didn’t have to be in love to sleep together, and she hadn’t thought he loved her, but she’d hoped he cared for her at least. Carter was such a contradiction, at times gentle and considerate, other times cold and aloof. She’d thought he was learning to trust her, and that maybe he would love her in return someday.

  Sighing, Scarlett punched up her pillow and turned over, brushing off the weak tears that trickled down her cheeks. She wasn’t going to waste any more time on Carter, trying to figure him out. Contrary to what she’d imagined, he was a cold, ruthless man, and he’d used her for his amusement. She’d given him the opportunity once, but she wouldn’t make that mistake again.

  She was roused from a deep sleep by someone tapping on her bedroom door. Scarlett blinked her eyes, calling a groggy, “I’m coming,” as she slid from the comfortable bed. In bare feet, she padded to the door and opened it to find Ekaterini and Vanna on the other side.

  “You aren’t dressed yet?” asked Vanna, clicking her tongue. “Well, hurry, Scarlett. The chopper leaves in thirty minutes.”

  Wild hope and some intangible sadness stirred in her stomach. “Is Carter sending me home?” she asked, blinking.

  Ekaterini giggled. “No, silly. We are shopping today. We’re flying into Athens to see the exquisite designs, and we will spend a ridiculous amount of money, then we will have lunch, and some girl talk.”

  “No thanks,” said Scarlett, pushing the door closed until Vanna’s well manicured hand stopped her.

  “You must come with us,” she insisted. “You have to tell us all about Carter’s horrid scheme, and fill us in on...” she paused, before finally say, “Er, what he’s been up to.”

  “Why would you want me to go?” Scarlett demanded. “Don’t you know I’m a Terini?”

  Ekaterini nodded. “Of course, but it doesn’t matter to us. Thea is coming along to look at a fresco in one of the museums, but Lydia is pouting in her room. You will not be harped at or insulted. Please come with us, Scarlett. We would like to get better acquainted with you.”

  Scarlett gnawed on her lip, thinking it sounded tempting. She hadn’t had much female companionship lately, and she missed having her sisters around. A day of shopping and girl talk held appeal, even if she had no money to shop with. “All right. Let me get dressed, and I’ll meet you downstairs in twenty minutes.”

  “Make it fifteen,” Vanna urged. “We have to be at the airstrip in twenty-five minutes or Leondris will leave without us.”

  Scarlett hurried through her morning routine, dressing quickly in a lightweight shorts set, before hurrying downstairs, still braiding her hair. She arrived in the sitting room to find the children crowding around Darren, pulling on his arms, begging for, “Horsey rides.” He looked both put out and amused, and he grinned at Scarlett.

  There was another woman whom Scarlett hadn’t met yet. She was introduced simply as Nanny and didn’t seem to mind not having a name of her own. “We will be back before dinner,” Ekaterini assured the children, giving Cat an extra squeeze.

  After parting from their children, the women walked outside, where a town car was waiting to ferry them to the airstrip. Scarlett sat quietly as Vanna and Ekaterini conversed with Thea, who actually wore a smile and wasn’t shooting daggers at Scarlett with her eyes. Scarlet was relieved and hoped the day would go better than she initially though. Maybe Lydia really was just drama.

  At the airstrip, the driver opened the door, and they hurried to the helicopter, bending low to avoid some of the strong wind whipped up by the propellers. Scarlett had never ridden in a helicopter, and she tried to focus on the lavish interior as the door was closed by the chauffeur, and the helicopter began to rise. She was unable to bite back an involuntary scream, and the others giggled.

  “It’s perfectly safe,” said Vanna. “Leondris is the most experienced pilot you’re likely to find in all of Greece, and this is a top-of-the-line machine.”

  “Right,” Scarlett said in a wobbly tone as she peaked out her window. They were hovering above the Aegean, and she swayed sickly. She shut her eyes tightly and leaned back against the seat, not relinquishing her death-grip on the creamy leather.

  “If we crashed, the seats are flotation devices,” Ekaterini said, clearly trying to be helpful.

  “I feel so much better now,” said Scarlett with a hint of sarcasm, making them giggle again.

  As the chopper continued on course, Scarlett gradually relaxed. She didn’t think she would ever love flying in a helicopter, but she was no longer afraid of plunging into the sea. Leondris seemed to be a very capable pilot, and her fear was forgotten as she got caught up in the conversation.

  “I love Greece.” Ekaterini looked down on the patches of land they passed. “Such a romantic place to live. I often miss our island.”

  “Rome is very romantic too,” Vanna defended staunchly. “There is the Fountain of Trevi, and all the men are so handsome.”

  “Greek men are very handsome too,” Scarlett said without thinking. All eyes turned to her, and she was helpless to fight back a blush. “The few I’ve seen,” she added hastily. “I’ve been to Mykanos.”

  “Ah, Mykanos,” Ekaterini nodded, giggling.

  “With Carter,” Thea informed her sisters. “Overnight.”

  “We attended a wedding and couldn’t come back to the island in the dark,” Scarlett added hastily, knowing the blush creeping across her cheeks and down her neck was not helping her convince them.

  “Of course,” Vanna said in a neutral tone while winking at Thea and Ekaterini. “It is impossible to return to the island at night. It is very unsafe, and I’m sure there weren’t any phones nearby that would have allowed Carter to call for the helicopter.”

  Scarlett’s mouth fell open in surprise at Vanna’s revelation. Calling for the chopper had never occurred to her, but surely Carter, a man used to being conveyed by the machine, would have thought of that? Her brow furrowed as she considered the implications. Had Carter deliberately maneuvered her into staying the night on the island, planning to seduce her? Why go to all that trouble if she were only a pawn to him? She realized the others were watching her and laughing outright now. “It was more convenient to stay at the inn,” she said lamely.

  Thea nodded. “Of course.” Her deadpan expression sent them off into another round of laughter.

  “He’s very taken with you,” said Ekaterini. “His eyes follow you everywhere, especially when he thinks you aren’t looking.”

  “It’s amazing they aren’t always staring at each other, the way their eyes watch the other,” Vanna commented with a gentle smile.

  “That’s not true,” Scarlett denied hotly, but she knew they were right. Her eyes seemed to follow Carter’s movements of their own volition. “Why would he watch me?” she demanded. “I’m a means to an end for Carter, and nothing more.”

  Thea blushed delicately, dropping her eyes. “Did you hear our conversation?” she whispered.

  “No, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Scarlett averted her eyes.

  “We drove him to say that,” said Thea, sounding miserable. “He got tired of us harping at him, and he just said those things so we would shut up.”

  Scarlett shook her head, unaware of the sadness in her eyes. “I doubt that, Thea. Carter has made no secret of his impatience with me. He doesn’t like me, and he doesn’t trust me. You don’t have to worry about him falling in love with me.”

  “That wouldn’t be the end of the world,” Ekaterini said. “Though he hates your father, he doesn’t necessarily hate you.”

  Scarlett’s skepticism was evident, and she subsided into silence. The trip into Athens was a wonderful success, and they returned after several hours, laden with bags of purchases. Their stomachs were full from the excellent seafood they’d consumed, and their eyes were half-closed from the heavy wine.

  She was considerably more relaxed than she’d been when they had left. Scarlett felt accepted by the sisters
and dared to hope that it was a good omen. Surely Carter would tell her how he felt so their future could be settled. Scarlett hoped his sisters were right about his feelings for her.

  They returned to find the house in an chaos. Athena drew Ekaterini slightly apart from the group, grasping her hands. “Don’t be alarmed.” Scarlett remained within easshot.

  “What’s wrong?” Ekaterini demanded, clearly assuming the worst.

  “Cat has wandered off.”

  “No,” Ekaterini wailed. “We have to find her.”

  “We will.” Athena squeezed her hands. “The others are searching for her. I was waiting here for you.”

  Scarlett accepted a two-way radio from Athena and hurried to her room to change into more practical clothes. Everyone had departed, so she set off on her own. Cat was just a baby, so Scarlett assumed she couldn’t have gone very far. She listened to the radio as positions were given, and updates were made.

  Selecting the rough trails that led away from the house and to the center of the island, Scarlett began to search for Cat, stopping every few minutes to call out the little girl’s name. The vegetation became progressively denser, and it was evident that this part of the island received little care. It was uninhabited, and Scarlett seriously doubted Cat would have gone this way.

  After pressing on for almost two hours, Scarlett was about to return to the villa and choose a new area to search. She’d just turned around when she heard a mewling sound off to her left. Not believing it could be Cat, but still knowing she had to check, Scarlett eased through the thick growth. The mewling fell silent and Scarlett was unable to find the source.