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.

get me off Zephyr Nikos’s

Bon for that matter?” Très Bon was not the type of design firm Zephyr used on his projects. They lacked the innovative approach

blackballing my company in circles

I convinced him to blackball you?” Piper asked,

go after me without motivation.

you, why haven’t

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

busy man. Why would he take even a few minutes from his jam-packed schedule to besmirch your company’s vaunted

All I know is that Très Bon is on the verge of

man you are, or could even hope to be. Second, if you’re on the verge of bankruptcy, it has more to do with the way you run your

smear campaign has cost

lying. Zephyr simply would not waste that

time to step in. “For a man in my position, it only takes a comment here and there,” he said as he walked around

up as she unfolded her crossed arms and gave him a bright smile. “Hi, Zee. I didn’t know

got word Arthur Bellingham was in Seattle.” He gave the other 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 you rather than be

even met you, Mr. Nikos. How would I get