What the Greek's Money Can't Buy by Maya Blake Page B

dovetailed right back to the very point I was trying to make. I have every intention of getting some sleep. Even super-humans like me deserve some down time.’
    A smile tugged at her lips. ‘That’s a relief. You were beginning to show us mere mortals up.’
    His smile turned into an outright laugh, his face transforming into such a spectacular vision of gorgeousness that her breath caught. Then her whole body threatened to spontaneously combust when his hand settled at her waist. With a firm nudge, he guided her back down the aisle.
    ‘No one in their right mind would call you a mere mortal, Moneypenny. You’ve proved beyond any doubt that you’re the real thing—an exceptionally gifted individual with a core of integrity that most ambitious people lose by the time they reach your age.’
    At the door to her cabin, she turned to face him, her heart hammering hard enough to make her head hurt a little. ‘I think what you’ve done since the tanker crashed shows you’re willing to go above and beyond what most people would do in the same circumstances. That is integrity.’
    His gaze dropped to her lips, lingered there in a way that turned her body furnace hot. ‘Hmm, is this the start of an exclusive mutual admiration society?’
    The breath she’d never quite managed to recapture fractured even further. When his eyes dropped lower, her nipples tightened, stung into life by green fire that lurked in those depths. Reaching behind her, she grasped the doorknob, desperate for something to cling to.
    ‘I’m just trying to point out that I’m nothing special, Mr Pantelides. I just try to be very good at my job.’
    His gaze recaptured hers. ‘I beg to differ. I think you’re very special.’ He stepped closer and his scent filled her nostrils. ‘It’s also obvious no one has told you that enough.’ The hand that still rested at her waist slid away to cover the hand she’d gripped on the door. Using the pressure of hers, he turned the knob. ‘When this is all over, I’ll make a point to show you just how special you are.’
    The door gave way behind her and she swayed backward, barely managing to catch herself before she stumbled. ‘You...don’t have to. Really, you don’t.’
    His smile was a touch strained and he braced his hands on the doorjamb as if forcibly stopping himself from entering the room. ‘You say you’re not special and yet you refuse even the promise of a reward where most people would be making a list.’
    ‘I work for one of the most forward-thinking men in one of the best organisations in the world. That’s reward enough.’
    ‘Careful, there; you’re in danger of swelling my ego to unthinkable proportions.’
    ‘Is that a bad thing?’ She wasn’t sure where the need for banter came from but her breath caught when his sensual lips curved in a dangerously sexy smile.
    ‘At a time when everything around me seems to be falling apart, it could be a lethal thing.’ His gaze shot to the bed and his smile slipped a fraction, in proportion to the escalating strain on his face. ‘Time for you to hit the sack. Kalispera , Brianna,’ he murmured softly before, stepping back abruptly, he strode to his own door.
    At the click of his door shutting, Brianna stumbled forward and sagged onto the bed, her knees turned to water.
    She glanced down at her shaking hands as reality hit her square in the face.
    Sakis Pantelides found her attractive. She wasn’t naïve enough to mistake the look in his eyes, nor was she going to waste time contemplating the why . It was there, like a ticking time bomb between them, one she needed to diffuse before the unthinkable happened.
    Brianna could only hope that, once they were back on familiar ground, things would return to normal.
    They had to . Because, frankly, she was terrified of what she would let happen if they didn’t.
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    Sakis stood under the cold shower and cursed fluidly. Theos . I seemed as if he’d spent the last forty-eight hours cursing