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 It was only tonight, when she’d been her old, sociable self, that he’d realised quite how withdrawn she’d become.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.

for his ever-growing empire, having the perfect qualifications and aptitude. Her father was a long-standing, respected member of the finance community.

talking to her. He

‘I think you should.’

‘What? Take her on?’

turned her head to look at him. Her

was too dark to read her

on in the capacity she and her father have requested, she will

another month or so, we can stop zigzagging the world together. Our schedules will

side. The acridness turned sweet as he thought of how travelling made her sleep. How many

was too dark to tell if her eyes smiled too. ‘I do think you should consider

child would be a good candidate

our child is old enough for that. Consider

not a bad idea,’ he mused. Taking Kerstin under his wing would certainly strengthen the ties between himself and her father, Gregor, a very powerful man in the European banking

As Alessandra had pointed out, Kerstin was perfect. She was highly intelligent, multilingual and already had an excellent grasp of his