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.’

good. I don’t want you feeling uncomfortable when we go to

nodded, looking away. ‘Well, good

to keep his feet from

crossed the landing to her bedroom. Only when she reached her door did she turn her head to look back round and gaze down at

she disappeared inside her room, closing the door firmly behind

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

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

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

out, her heart skipping to see Christian’s name flash up. She read

landed. How long are

off

hours. Meet you at my

together, most communication between them was done via messaging. She’d steered it that way. The first 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

who’d changed into another lacy number with