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‘Four and a half minutes…and counting,’ he relayed coolly.
He could count as much as he wanted, but she had no intention of moving an inch.
They faced each other, like two opposing warriors bent on conquest. Who would win was a foregone conclusion. He had the height and the strength to overcome her with minimum effort.
Which he did, when the time was up. Gathering up her laptop and bag, he collected her business suit, shoes, and flimsy underwear in one hand, then he hauled her over one shoulder as if she weighed little more than a child.
It didn’t prevent her from balling her fists against his back, nor attempting to kick any part of his anatomy where she could connect.
‘You fiend! Put me down!’
He turned towards the door, and she hit him again for good measure. ‘If you dare to walk out of here like this, I’ll kill you,’ Katrina vented furiously.
‘You had your chance to leave with dignity.’
Dear heaven. ‘Nicos—’
Except it was too late.
Please God, don’t let anyone be in the corridor, or the lift.
The corridor was empty, but the lift was not.
‘Oh, my,’ a feminine voice said quietly, while the man at her side spared a faint chuckle.
‘He’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing,’ Katrina accused vehemently, landing a hard fist against Nicos’s ribs for good measure.
Was there no end to her humiliation?
‘Some wolf. Some fantasy.’
Did she detect envy in the woman’s tone?
The lift slid to a gentle halt, and Katrina was carried unceremoniously to where Nicos had parked the Mercedes.
‘I have my own car.’
‘You imagine I’ll let you drive it?’ He released the alarm and opened the passenger door. ‘I’ll arrange to have it picked up in the morning.’
‘I’ll need it to go to work.’
He tossed her clothes onto the back seat along with her bag, then placed the laptop on the floor before sliding her down onto the cushioned leather.
‘So, I’ll drive you.’ He released the seat belt and leaned over her to clip it in place. Then he closed the door and crossed round to slip in behind the wheel.
‘You’re the most arrogant, impossible man I’ve ever met!’
He fired the engine, then speared her a dark glance. ‘Save the name-calling until we get home and I can deal with it.’
Katrina retreated into silence, and didn’t offer a word when Nicos drew the car to a halt in the garage.
With considerable dignity she exited the front seat, collected her gear, and strode into the house ahead of him.
Savoir-faire was difficult, given the towelling bathrobe’s hem trailed the floor, the folded-back sleeves had long become unfolded and hung down past her fingertips, and the cross-over front edges were in danger of parting. As to the waist tie…forget it!
She discarded the laptop on one of the wall tables in the lobby, aware Nicos was right behind her.
‘Let’s take it in the lounge, shall we?’
Katrina halted mid-step, and turned to face him. ‘What’s wrong with right here?’ She dropped her bag, placed her clothes down beside it, then tugged the edges of the robe into place, and fastened the tie belt.
She resembled a belligerent child playing dressing up, he mused, fighting a need to verbally flay her for giving him a few of the worst hours in his life.
‘Suppose you explain why you hung up on me, refused to take my calls, didn’t bother leaving a message, weren’t home, and left me to conduct a wild-goose chase in order to track you down?’
A hand lifted and she began counting off each query in turn with an angry indignance that grew by the second.
‘It should be self-explanatory! You declined to tell me you were flying to Brisbane, presumably with the express purpose of seeing Georgia and your son.’ Her eyes glittered with fury. ‘I had to be informed of it by Enrique…a fact you confirmed. How do you think I felt?’
‘So you decided to run away.’
‘I did not run away!’
‘What else would you call booking into a hotel and leaving me no word of where you were?’
‘Dammit, I was so angry, I wanted to hit you!’ she cried, wanting to rail her fists against him. For hurting her afresh.
‘If you’d taken one of my calls—’
‘You could have explained?’
‘Yes.’
Her chin tilted. ‘Told me what you thought I wanted to hear?’
‘The truth.’
‘Which is?’
‘Months of legal dialogue are about to reach a conclusion.’ His eyes darkened measurably. ‘Georgia won a reprieve during her pregnancy against DNA testing to prove paternity. With the birth, that reprieve has been negated.’ Frustration became evident, and he banked it down. ‘There was a delay in the results being given to my legal representative. Today’s meeting between both lawyers was an effort to expedite the release of that information.’ He waited a beat. ‘I went along in the hope of adding some weight to legal argument.’
‘And were you successful?’
‘It may take a few more days.’
‘At the time you asked me to believe Georgia was a psychotic whose jealousy got so out of hand she became pregnant by someone else and named you as the father in a deliberate attempt to break up our marriage,’ Katrina relayed, vividly recalling the photos, dates, that Georgia had presented as proof of her affair with Nicos. ‘I didn’t buy that story at the time…’ she took a deep breath and let it out slowly ‘…any more than I buy it now.’
‘Your trust in me is heart-warming.’
All the anger and pain rose to the surface. ‘Damn you, Nicos. She was your mistress for more than a year!’
‘A relationship that was over long before I met you.’ He paused, his gaze lancing hers. ‘If, as she claims, she was the love of my life…why did I marry you?’
‘My prospective inheritance?’
His eyes darkened with glittering rage, and for one brief second she thought he might strike her. A muscle tensed at the edge of his jaw as he sought control.
‘Get out of my sight before I do something regrettable,’ Nicos demanded in a tight bitter voice that caused her stomach to knot with apprehension.
For a heart-stopping second she hesitated, and he ground out, ‘Go. Or, by the living God, you’ll wish you’d never been born.’
Katrina remained where she was. It was a matter of strength. Hers. Mentally, emotionally. And she refused to slink away from him in fear.
‘Fool,’ he said with chilling softness.
In one swift movement he lifted her over one shoulder and strode upstairs. Restrained violence emanated from his taut frame, and his hands were hard on her soft flesh as he released her unceremoniously down onto the large bed they shared.
He discarded his jacket, tore off his tie, and she watched in mesmerised fascination as his shoes and trousers followed. Then his shirt, and lastly his briefs.
A naked, gloriously aroused male, slim-hipped, superb musculature, he resembled a powerful force as he followed