Chapter 55
If they had a proper marriage she would at least have the anticipation of ripping it off him when they got
home...
Stop it, she scolded herself. Thoughts like that did nothing for her private mission of gaining immunity
against him.
And nor did the darkening of his eyes, that look as if he wanted nothing more than to rip her clothes off
too.
A rush of warm heat pooled in the apex of her thighs, so deep and sudden her legs weakened.
It was a look she hadn’t seen in three weeks.
Any immunity she might have managed to attain was ripped away in one fell swoop.
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHRISTIAN’S DRIVER PULLED up outside the embassy. No sooner had the engine been turned off
than the door was opened for them and they were ushered out of the car amidst a hail of shbulbs
from the waiting paparazzi, who’d been tipped off that they were attending.
As they crossed the threshold of the historic building, Alessandra almost jumped out of her skin to feel
Christian ce his hand on the small of her back.
It was the first time he’d touched her since their wedding night.
It’s for the paparazzi’s benefit, she told herself.
When he sped her hand into his muchrger one, threading his fingers through hers, the nerves on
her skin tingled with warmth, her fingers yearning to squeeze their possession.
Keeping a firm grip of her hand, he steered her around the room, introducing her to various bankers,
investors and their partners and spouses.
She found it hard keeping track of names. Every time Christian’s body brushed against hers, her heart
would skip and her mind would lose its train of thought.
When a waiter passed carrying a tray of canapés, she pounced, d of a decent excuse to drop her
husband’s hand.
It wasn’t just money and finance people wanted to talk to them about, though; many were keen to
discuss the wedding, eager for the intimate details the press had only been able to guess at. They’d
released a couple of photos to the media in the hope that having something publishable would help
them lose interest.
‘They should give everyone name tags,’ she said after a few hours of small talk and endless canapés.
Christian had noticed her springing lightly on her aching legs and, insisting she rest for a few minutes,
had borne her off to some empty seats in an alcove.
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A smile tugged at his lips. ‘It would make life easier.’
‘How many of these people do you actually know?’
‘Far too many of them.’
‘You don’t sound very enthusiastic.’
‘Finance doesn’t always attract the most charismatic of people.’
‘It attracted you.’
‘You think I’m charismatic?’
‘You know you are,’ she said with deliberate dismissal.
‘Is that apliment?’ he asked, raising a brow in bemusement while his beautiful eyes glittered.
‘Take it however you want.’ She smiled at a passing woman they’d spoken to earlier, the wife of a
diplomat. She couldn’t help but notice the woman’s gaze linger a touch too long on Christian.
Did she think he was charismatic?
Christian had more charisma than anyone she’d known. People were drawn to him. Women especially
were drawn to him and it wasn’t the sole result of his good looks. She doubted the size of his bank
ount had much affect either—the maism he carried came from him.
‘Then I will take it as apliment.’
‘Why finance?’ she asked, her interest piqued. ‘Of all the jobs and careers out there, why go that
route?’
The bemusement dropped, the warmth in his eyes cooling. For a moment she thought he was going to
ignore her innocent question.
Instead, he held her gaze. ‘When I was a small child, every night before she slept my mother would get
the few drachmas she had to her name, ce them in front of her and count them.’ He spoke slowly
and concisely, as if he were thinking carefully about his answer. ‘I think she hoped that if she counted
them enough times they would magically double. The only time I was ever able to make her happy was
if I found a stray coin and brought it home to her.’