Chapter 53
Having no work to upy her here, she’d spent a day sightseeing, undetected by any paparazzi. Far
from being able to enthuse about all the ancient relics at the Acropolis, she’d felt lonely surrounded by
couples and groups of people all chattering happily together.
Christian’s home was so remote and her grasp of the Greeknguage so weak that the chances of
making any friendships were almost impossible. At least his apartment in Hong Kong was central,
allowing her plenty of freedom to explore and upy herself.
Being in Athens reminded her too strongly of being back at Vi Mondelli, when her grandfather had
always been too busy working to take any notice of her. Ro had been of the same mould. She’d
learned as a child that moping about didn’t change anything. Keeping busy was the solution to curbing
istion. As a child she would bury her head in books, draw pictures and practise her gymnastics.
She’d needed something, a project here in Athens, to keep the istion at bay and it had been while
going through the photos she’d taken on their wedding day, trying hard to look at them objectively and
not through maudlin eyes, that inspiration had struck.
‘May I look?’
‘It isn’t finished yet—I’m about two-thirds done, but help yourself.’ She pushed her chair back to give
him ess to herptop. She didn’t push back far enough, catching that gorgeous oaky scent that
made her mouth water.
She closed her eyes in a futile attempt to curb the longing sweeping through her at his proximity.
In three weeks he hadn’t once attempted to seduce her, not even with his eyes, as he had done so
many times before they’d made their vows.
One night had been enough for him to bore of her sexually. Okay; two nights. But they’d been months
apart.
If only she could get her body to believe it was bored of him too.
Time would curb it, she told herself. Eventually hisck of interest would creep through her like a
pollutant and she would be able to stop tossing and turning throughout the night, wishing he would
come to her.
After three weeks of no physical attention she epted that wasn’t going to happen.
It had done nothing to cure her longing.
‘This is incredible,’ Christian said, clicking his way through the pages she’d created. ‘The glossy
magazines would pay you a fortune to get hold of your memory stick.’
‘I’m sure they would,’ she agreed drily.
Silently she congratted herself on another coherent conversation with him.
It would have been easy to slip into self-pity after his rejection.
She would not do that. She would not infect her baby with negativity.
In fairness, he hadn’t lied to her. On the contrary, their marriage was shaping up to be exactly how
they’d devised when they’d first agreed to it.
She only wished she’d known how heartsick it would make her.
Pushing her chair farther back, she got to her feet. ‘Are we still going out tonight?’ She refused to make
assumptions. He might have only popped home for a fleeting visit between appointments.
Christian worked ridiculous hours. Even in Mn, where they’d stayed so she could work, he’d holed
himself up in the spare room of her apartment, which he’d turned into a bedroom-cum-office, working
until the early hours and joining her for an evening meal before disappearing again.
‘Yes. We don’t need to leave until eight. There’s plenty of time.’
They were going to a party at the British Embassy, their first official function as man and wife.
She looked at her watch. ‘I suppose two hours is adequate time to get ready for a night out.’
‘You suppose?’ he echoed with a droll tone.
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Christian put his cufflinks on then slipped into his tuxedo jacket and straightened his ck bowtie. He
would do.
He headed downstairs and poured himself a small shot of bourbon.
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It had been a hard few weeks and now he was looking forward to an evening out. Yes, it would be a
networking evening, but with Alessandra by his side it would be bearable.