The Greek's Pregnant Lover

He looked startled for a moment and then sighed. “You may be right about that. Look, I understand you having some sour grapes toward me, I really do.”

“That’s big of you.”

He frowned. “But not my company. You built a name for yourself with Très Bon.”

Seriously? He was going to use that argument about this—whatever this was. “A name that you dirtied with your rotten, not to mention untrue slurs.”

“I told you, I was smarting from our breakup. I exaggerated some things. I wasn’t myself.”

“You made stuff up with the creativity of a fiction writer.”

He grimaced. “You may have a point.”

She was so done with this conversation. “So, you’re here to apologize?”

“If that’s what it takes.”

“To do what exactly?” Piper asked, still bewildered as to what her ex was talking about.

Zephyr

Bon was not the type of design firm Zephyr used on his projects. They lacked the innovative approach he

been blackballing my company in circles that have debilitating

honestly believe I convinced him to blackball you?” Piper asked, deeply offended. “You know me better than

that wouldn’t go after me without motivation. I’m beneath his notice.” And didn’t it

you, why haven’t you

would be stupid enough to say anything he could be held liable for in a

a very busy man. Why would he take even a few minutes from his jam-packed schedule

Très Bon is on the verge of bankruptcy and it’s all

could even hope to be. Second, if you’re on the verge of bankruptcy, it

cost me business!” Art

Zephyr simply would not waste that much time

“For a man in my position, it only takes a comment here

up as she unfolded her crossed arms and gave him

man a once-over, not impressed with what he saw. Piper had been married to this? “I had a feeling he’d come crying to

in outrage. “I’ve never even met you, Mr. Nikos.