The Greek's Pregnant Bride

Instead of waiting for him, she dived into the adjoining bathroom and deliberately kept the door ajar, an open invitation for him to join her.

After a good few minutes of soaping herself under the powerful walk-in shower and washing her hair, boredom kicked in.

She dried herself quickly, rubbed the towel over her hair and moisturised her face.

She made to leave the bathroom, pausing at the last moment to put her robe back on, not yet confident enough to walk around stark naked in broad daylight.

The door of the bathroom he’d been using was open. Masculine scents mingled with the steam of the shower, filling the empty bedroom.

Maybe he was ordering breakfast for them.

She wandered through to the main living area of the suite and found him at the dining table—fully dressed and working on his laptop.

He looked up and flashed a quick smile. ‘Good morning.’

slowly, caught off-guard to find him working. For surely he must be working?

were due to fly there later that afternoon for a four-day

there long enough for her chest to sink down

we will have to take our honeymoon another time,’ he said calmly, looking back at his

‘Another one?’

a smile that was clearly intended to bestow patience when all it did was

is all about finance. When financial problems

why it has to be you—why can’t

no

supposed to convince the world we’re in love?’ Why did

in an advisory capacity. One of my staff has been going through the accounts and has discovered a large hole in the company’s finances. Unless we plug that hole in the next two days, fifty

couldn’t, not unless she wanted to sound like the most

of a tired, disappointed mind. Four days in Marrakech with nothing to do but laze under the sun and make love

he’d described was real. What she did dispute was his assertion that he was the only person in the world able to