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.’

want you feeling uncomfortable

looking away. ‘Well,

inclined his head in return, fighting to keep his feet from crossing the marble floor

stairs and crossed the landing to her bedroom. Only when she reached

room, closing the door

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

couple more shots then carefully let go of her camera, which she kept around her neck. ‘You can change into the

a waist that seemed to be thickening by the day, spending

her heart skipping to see Christian’s

are you going

fired off a quick

of hours. Meet you at

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

she forced her concentration back to the skinny model, who’d changed into another lacy number with