The Greek's Pregnant Bride

She’d become increasingly quiet since their wedding. It was only tonight, when she’d been her old, sociable self, that he’d realised quite how withdrawn she’d become.

Was he the cause? Had his mother’s prediction already started coming true?

He wanted to reach out to her and find out what troubled her but didn’t know how.

She raised a shoulder—the bare shoulder he’d spent the evening trying not to stare at. It had been an effort of epic proportions that had failed. That one naked limb had acted like a beacon to his eyes. The rest of her had acted as a beacon to his senses.

Holding her hand, feeling her warm, slender body brushing against him...

All the good work he’d done in recent weeks building a distance from her had crumbled.

Theos, he ached for her. Ached to possess her all over again with a burn so deep it was like fighting through treacle fog to remember why he had to keep his distance.

‘Are you going to take Kerstin on?’ she surprised him by asking.

qualifications and aptitude. Her father was a long-standing, respected

from Alessandra when he’d been talking to her.

‘I think you should.’

‘What? Take her on?’

head to look at him. Her

too dark to read her

father have requested, she will do a lot of travelling with us,’

do a lot of travelling with you,’ Alessandra clarified. ‘In another month or so, we

he thought of how travelling made her sleep. How many hours had he spent these past few weeks on his jet, taking advantage of her oblivion to study her sleeping form, reminding himself over and over why he could only look at her? Theos, he wanted to

her lips. It was too dark to tell if

our child would be

a long time before our child

powerful man in the European banking world. To take Kerstin under his wing would put Gregor in his debt. Debts

was highly intelligent, multilingual and already