The Greek's Pregnant Bride

‘I am not prepared to have this discussion in the back of a car,’ he said grimly.

‘But...’

‘Ochi!’ he said with such finality she clamped her lips together lest she say anything

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

ONCE INSIDE THE APARTMENT, Alessandra hurried to hang up her jacket and remove her boots. ‘I’m going to make myself a camomile tea. Do you want anything?’

‘No.’ Christian’s answer was curt. She could feel his anger rippling beneath the surface, just as it had on the drive back from the restaurant when he’d sat beside her with arms folded so tightly she could see the muscles bunched beneath his shirt.

Now his hands were rammed firmly into his pockets.

She headed straight for the kitchen area and with shaking hands filled the kettle. Camomile tea, while not the most palatable of hot drinks, was famed for its calming abilities. Maybe it would help soothe the tumult of emotions shredding her.

she loved

reasonable. She could hear the undercurrent of wrath beneath

the container. ‘You wanted her anyway.’ How could he not? Kerstin was perfect. She was everything that she, Alessandra, was not. For a start, Kerstin would

the

‘You should.’

want? To sleep

from the man who hadn’t touched her, his wife, since the night they’d exchanged their vows. He hadn’t laid a single

She’s a beautiful, intelligent

he agreed. ‘That doesn’t mean I want to have sex

Deliberately, she tossed her hair back and flashed a smile. Hold it together, Alessandra, please; just a few more minutes, keep it together, then this conversation will be over and you can breathe again. Her fingers dug into the palm of her hands so tightly she could feel her nails pierce the skin. ‘Honestly, Christian, I think you’re mad for not wanting to sleep with

to you. I

her, slicing through her heart and deep

Lies. Lies. Lies.

ringing, her heart thundering so hard it reverberated through

know I did. I made my

so quickly Christian could