The Greek's Pregnant Bride

They were home.

In silence they entered the villa. The live-in staff had long since retired to their own quarters for the night.

Tiny nightlights glowed from the reception through to the living area and up the stairs, bathing Alessandra in a dim light that magnified her sultry beauty.

The ache in his groin, far from diminishing as he’d valiantly willed it to do in the car, increased, his arousal spreading from his loins...

That damn bare arm...

She paused at the bottom of the staircase to look at him. ‘Thank you for a nice evening–’

‘You have enjoyed yourself?’ he cut in, delaying the time she would climb the stairs and head to her room.

‘I wouldn’t go that far,’ she answered with a wry smile. ‘It was hardly a night of music and dancing but it was a lot less stuffy than I expected.’

you feeling uncomfortable when we go to

away.

his head in return, fighting to keep his feet

rail, she climbed the stairs and crossed the landing to her bedroom. Only when she reached her door did she turn her head to look back round and

inside her room, closing

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

let go of her camera, which she kept around her neck. ‘You can change into the next

to be thickening by the day, spending days with semi-clad underwear models was not doing a great deal for her ego. Her pregnancy

her heart skipping to see Christian’s name

landed. How long are you

fired off a quick

hours. Meet

time he’d called after the embassy do a month ago, her hands had gone clammy just to see his name flash up in the screen. She’d stared at it until it had gone to voicemail, wiped her hands and written a quick message back, apologising that she’d missed his call. He’d messaged straight back. The next few times she’d done the same—avoided the call and then messaged him. Since then, he’d taken to messaging her without bothering to call. It made it easier for her. Having his rich tones play directly into her ear made more than her hands

model, who’d changed into another lacy number