2

T heron sat back in his chair and surveyed the skyline of the city from his

window. After a busy morning of meetings and phone calls, he actually had a

few minutes to breathe. He glanced at his watch and grimaced as he

remembered that Isabella Caplan was due in a few minutes.

He felt like a revolving door. Isabella was in, and then she’d depart for

Europe, while Alannis would be arriving in a week’s time from Greece.

Thankfully he’d be rid of his obligation to Isabella in short order. He’d make

sure she was adequately provided for, arrange for someone from Anetakis

International to meet her in London and have a security team see to her safety

for the duration of her stay.

Alannis, on the other hand…He smiled ruefully. She was his own doing. He

and Alannis had what could only be considered a close friendship. Perhaps an

understanding was a better term, though he was open to the relationship

growing into more. He knew he needed to settle down now that he was taking

over the New York office. It was something he’d discussed candidly with

Alannis a few weeks before.

They’d make a good couple. They understood each other. She was from a

solid Greek family, old friends of his father’s. Her own father owned a

shipping company. They were well matched, and so it stood to reason that

they’d gravitate toward each other.

She’d give him friendship and children. He’d give her security, protection.

Yes, it was time to settle down. His move to New York was in all likelihood

permanent, as Marley had no desire to move from the island where she and

Chrysander had made their home. And if he was going to be living here on a

permanent basis, it seemed the best course to find a wife and start his family.

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on his door. He frowned and looked

up as he uttered the command to enter.

“Sir, Ms. Caplan is here to see you,” Madeline, his secretary, said as she

poked her head in the door.

“Send her in,” he said brusquely.

As he waited, he straightened in his seat and drummed his fingers idly on the

desk. He tried to draw on his vague memories of the girl but all he could picture

was a very young Isabella with big eyes, gangly legs and braces. He wasn’t

even sure how old she was now, only that she’d graduated. Wouldn’t that make

her somewhere around twenty-two?

He summoned a gentle smile as the door swung open. No need to scare her to

death. He was on his feet and walking forward to greet her when he pulled up

short, all the breath knocked squarely from his chest.

Before him stood not a girl, but a stunningly beautiful woman. An invisible

hand seized his throat, squeezing until he twisted his neck to alleviate the

discomfort.

She smiled tentatively at him, and he felt the gesture to his toes. For a long

moment, all he could do was gawk like a pimply-faced teenager experiencing

his first surge of hormones.

Isabella was dressed in formfitting jeans that slung low on her hips. Her top, if

you could call it an actual top, hugged her generous curves as snugly as a man’s

hands.

The hem fell to just above her navel, and that, coupled with the low-slung

jeans, bared her navel to his view.

His gaze was drawn to it and the glimmer of silver in the shallow indention.

He frowned. She had a belly ring?

He looked up, embarrassed to be caught staring, but then he locked eyes with

hers. Long, dark hair fell in layers beyond her shoulders. Long lashes fringed

sparkling green eyes. A hint of a smile curved plump, generous lips and white

teeth flashed in his vision. Two dimples appeared in her cheeks as her smile

broadened.

This was not a woman who could ever escape notice. The past several years

had wrought big changes. To think he’d remembered her as someone who faded

into the background wherever she was. A man would have to be blind, deaf and

dumb to overlook her in a room.

“What the hell are you wearing?” he demanded before he could think better of

it.

She raised one dark brow, amusement twinkling in her eyes. Then she glanced

down as she smoothed her hands over her hips.

“I believe they’re called clothes,” she said huskily.

He frowned harder at the playfulness he heard in her voice. “Is this the sort of

thing Chrysander allowed you to run around in?”

She chuckled, and the sound skittered across his nape, raising hairs in its

wake. It was warm and vibrant, and he derived so much pleasure from it that he

wanted her to laugh again.

“Chrysander has no say in what I wear.”

“He is was your guardian,” Theron said. “As I am now.”

“Not legally,” she countered. “You’re doing a favor for my father, and you’re

the executor of his estate as it pertains to me until I marry, but you’re hardly my

guardian.

I’ve managed quite well on my own with minimal interference from

Chrysander.”

Theron leaned back against his desk as he studied the young woman standing

so confidently in front of him. “Marry? The terms of your father’s will is that

you gain control of your inheritance when you turn twenty-five.”

“Or I marry,” she gently corrected. “I plan to be married before then.”

Alarm took hold of Theron as he contemplated all sorts of nasty scenarios.

“Who is he?” he demanded. “I’ll want to have him fully investigated. You

can’t be too careful in your position. Your inheritance will draw a host of

unwanted suitors who only want you for your money.”

Another smile quirked at the corner of her mouth. “It’s nice to see you again,

too, Theron. My trip was fine. The suite is lovely. It’s been awhile since I last

saw you, but I’d recognize you anywhere.”

Her reproach irritated him because she was exactly right. He was being rude.

He hadn’t even properly greeted her.

“My apologies, Isabella,” he said as he moved forward. He grasped her

shoulders and leaned in to kiss her on either cheek. “I’m glad to hear your trip

was satisfactory and that the suite is to your liking. May I get you something to

drink while we discuss your travel arrangements?”

She smiled and shook her head, and then moved past him toward the window.

Her hips swayed, and her bottom, cupped by the too-tight denim bobbed

enticingly. He sent his gaze upward so that he wasn’t ogling her

inappropriately.

It was then that a flash of color at her waist stopped him. He blinked and

looked again, certain he had to be mistaken. As she stopped at the window, the

hem of her shirt moved so that a tiny portion of what looked to be a tattoo

peeked from between her jeans and her shirt.

His gaze was riveted as he strained to see what the design was. Then he

scowled. A tattoo? Obviously Chrysander had failed miserably in his role as

her guardian. What the hell kind of trouble had she gotten herself into? Tattoos?

Talk of marriage?

He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose as he felt the beginnings

of a headache.

“You have a wonderful view,” she said as she turned from the window to look

at him.

He cleared his throat and sent his gaze to her face. Anywhere but at the breasts

hugged tight by the thin T-shirt. Theos, but the woman was a walking time

bomb.

“Have you already made all the arrangements for your trip to Europe or would

you prefer for me to see to them?” he asked politely.

She shoved her fingers into her jeans pockets, a feat he wasn’t certain how she

managed, and leaned against the window.

“I’m not going to Europe.”

He blinked. “Pardon?”

She smiled again, the dimples deepening. “I’ve decided not to travel to Europe

for the summer.”

He put a hand to his forehead and massaged the tension. Damn Chrysander for

getting a life and saddling him with Isabella Caplan.

“Does this have anything to do with your sudden desire for marriage?” he

asked tiredly. “You still haven’t answered my question about the intended

groom.”

“That’s because there isn’t one yet,” she said mischievously. “I never said that

I had a man lined out yet, just that I intended to be married before I turned

twenty-five. As that gives me three more years, there certainly isn’t a need to

start ordering background checks.”

“Then why aren’t you going to Europe? It was your plan at least a week ago

according to the letter you sent to Chrysander.”

“I sent Chrysander no such thing,” she protested lightly. “The man Chrysander

hired to oversee my education and my living arrangements informed

Chrysander of my trip to Europe. I simply changed my mind.”

His hand slipped to the back of his neck as a full-blown migraine threatened

to bloom.

“So what do you intend to do then?” He was almost afraid to hear the answer.

She smiled broadly, her entire face lighting up. “I’m getting an apartment here

in the city.”

Theron choked. Then he closed his eyes as he felt the cinch draw tighter

around his neck. If she stayed here, then he would be stuck overseeing her

affairs, checking up on her constantly.

Suddenly her impending marriage didn’t strike such a chord of irritation. She

was twenty-two. True, it was young to marry these days, but certainly not

outside the realm of possibility. Perhaps the best thing he could do for her was

to introduce her to a man well equipped to provide security and stability for

her.

The thought was already turning in his head, gaining momentum, when she

spoke again.

“I’m sorry?” he said when he realized he had no idea what she’d said to him.

“Oh, I only said now that we’ve gotten my arrangements out of the way, I

need to be going. I have an apartment to find.”

Alarm bells rang at the idea of Isabella traipsing around a city she wasn’t

intimately familiar with, alone and vulnerable. Hell, she could wind up in an

entirely unsuitable neighborhood. And then there was the matter of her

security. Now that she was going to be here and not in Europe, he’d have to

scramble to get a team in place. The last thing he needed was for her to be

abducted as Marley had been.

“I don’t think this is something you should do alone,” he said firmly.

Her expression brightened. “That’s so sweet of you to offer to go apartment

hunting with me. I admit, I wasn’t looking forward to it on my own, and your

knowledge of the city is so much better than mine.”

He opened his mouth to refute the idea that he’d volunteered anything, but the

genuine appreciation on her face made him snap his lips shut. He let out a sigh,

knowing he was well and truly screwed.

“Of course I’ll accompany you. I won’t have you staying just anywhere. I’ll

have my secretary come up with a few suitable places for you to view and then

we’ll go. Perhaps tomorrow morning? You’re welcome to stay in the suite for

as long as you need it.”

She frowned. “But I hate to put you out.”

He shook his head. “It’s no bother. Chrysander still has a penthouse here that I

can use. I need to be looking for a place as well now that I’ve permanently

relocated here.”

Her eyes sparked briefly, but then her expression faded to one of neutrality.

“In that case, I appreciate the offer, and I’d love to go apartment hunting with

you tomorrow. Shall we do lunch as well?” she asked innocently.

“Of course I’ll feed you,” he said with a grunt. Why did he feel as though he’d

been run over by a steamroller? The idea that this mere slip of a girl had run so

roughshod over him left him irritated and feeling like he’d been manipulated,

but there was nothing but genuine appreciation and relief in her expression.

She hurried over and threw her arms around him. She landed against his chest,

and he had to brace himself to keep from stumbling back.

“Thank you,” she said against his ear as she squeezed him for all she was

worth.

He allowed his arms to fold around her as he returned her hug. Her body

melted against his, and he felt every one of those generous curves he’d noticed

earlier. His hand skimmed over the small portion of flesh on her back that was

bared by her shirt, and he wondered again over the tattoo he’d seen there. It was

driving him crazy not to know what it was.

He shook his head and gently extricated himself from her grasp. “Let me call

for the driver so he can return you to the hotel.”

She kissed him on the cheek and then turned toward the door. “Thank you,

Theron, and I’ll see you first thing tomorrow.”

He was left rubbing his cheek where her lips had brushed just seconds before.

Then he cursed and strode around to the back of his desk again. He’d been so

ready to condemn Chrysander for being involved with someone so young, and

here he stood lusting over the same girl. Pathetic. It had obviously been way too

long since he’d been with a woman.

He buzzed his secretary and quickly gave her instructions to find three or four

possible apartments. If all else failed, he could give her Chrysander’s penthouse

to use.

After talking with Madeline, he then picked up the phone to arrange for a

security detail for Isabella.

As he hung up, he remembered that Alannis would be arriving in a week, and

he groaned. He’d counted on not having Isabella to contend with when his

future fiancée arrived. One woman was always more than enough, and splitting

attentions between more than one was a recipe for disaster.

But maybe Alannis would have ideas where Isabella was concerned. Together

they could introduce Isabella to a few eligible men—men who’d passed muster

with Theron, of course.

Deciding that this was another task suited for Madeline, he buzzed her and

asked her to compile a list of eligible bachelors complete with background

checks and a checklist of pros and cons. She sounded amused by his request but

didn’t question him.

Theron sat back in his chair and folded his hands behind his head. This

wouldn’t take long at all. He’d find her an apartment, find her a husband, and

then he would turn his attentions to his own impending nuptials.

“Isabella!” Sadie cried as she threw open the door to her apartment.

Isabella found herself enveloped in her friend’s arms, and she returned the

hug just as fiercely.

“Come in, come in. It’s so good to see you again,” Sadie exclaimed as she

ushered Isabella inside.

The girls sat down in the small living room, and then Sadie pounced. “So? Did

you see him?”

Isabella smiled. “Just came from his office.”

“And?”

Isabella shrugged. “I told him I wasn’t going to Europe and that I was going to

look for an apartment here. He’s going to help me,” she added with a small

smile.

“So he took it well?”

Sadie flipped her long red hair over her shoulder, drawing attention to her

pretty features. A year older than Isabella, she had graduated the term before

and moved to New York to pursue a career on Broadway.

“I wouldn’t say well,” Isabella said in amusement. “I think it was more a

matter of him wondering what on earth he was going to do with me. The

Anetakis brothers take their responsibilities very seriously. They’re Greek, after

all. And I am one huge responsibility Theron needs to be rid of. I’m sure he was

looking forward to herding me onto a plane for Europe as soon as possible.”

“Okay, so spill,” Sadie said eagerly. “What’s your plan?”

Isabella grimaced. “I’m not altogether sure. I had planned to go to Europe and

be an all-around nuisance to him there. Now all of a sudden he’s here in New

York so I’m having to scramble with the change of plans. The good news is

we’re having lunch tomorrow when we go apartment hunting. I guess I’ll see

where things go from there.”

“How did he react when he saw you?” Sadie asked. “It’s been what, four years

since he got a good look at you?”

“Ugh. Yes. Thank goodness I’ve finally blossomed.”

“So? Did he appreciate your womanly charms?” Sadie asked with a wide grin.

“I’m sure he noticed, but I think it was a cross between interest and being

appalled. You have to understand that Theron is very, uhm, traditional.” She

sighed and leaned back against the couch. “But if I had shown up dressed like a

good, modest Greek girl, he wouldn’t have given me a second glance. I would

have been relegated to little sister status, just as Chrysander has done, and there

would be no changing it.”

“Ah, so better to throw out the challenge from the outset,” Sadie

acknowledged.

“Exactly,” Isabella murmured. “If he never sees me as a nonthreatening entity,

then it will be damn hard for him to turn a blind eye to me.”

Sadie laughed and clasped Isabella’s hands in hers. “I’m so glad to see you

again, Bella. It has been too long and I’ve missed you.”

“Yes, it has. Now enough about me. I want to hear all about you and your

Broadway career. Tell me, have you landed any roles?”

Sadie twisted her lips into a rueful expression. “I’m afraid the parts have been

few and far between, but I haven’t given up. I have an audition next week as a

matter of fact.”

Isabella frowned. “Are you making it okay, Sadie?”

“I have a job. Not many hours. Just a couple of nights a week. The money is

fantastic and I get to look drop-dead gorgeous,” Sadie said cheekily. “It’ll do

until I get my big break.”

Isabella viewed her friend with suspicion. “What is this job?”

Sadie grinned slyly, her eyes bright with mischief. “It’s a gentleman’s club.

Very posh and exclusive.”

Isabella’s mouth dropped open. “You’re working as a stripper?”

“I don’t always strip,” Sadie said dryly. “It’s not required per se. But I get

better tips when I do,” she added with a bigger grin.

Isabella stared for a long moment and then burst out laughing. “Maybe I

should take lessons from you. Theron would have to notice me if I did a

striptease in front of him.”

Sadie joined in her laughter until the two of them were wiping tears. “If he

didn’t notice you, hon, then the man is dead.”

Impulsively, Isabella leaned up and hugged Sadie. “I’m so glad I’m here. I’ve

missed you. I have such a good feeling about being here in New York. Like

maybe this will actually work and I can make Theron fall in love with me.”

Sadie returned Isabella’s hug and then pulled away, a gentle smile on her face.

“I have every faith that Theron will fall hopelessly in love with you. But if he

doesn’t? You’re young and beautiful, Bella. You could have your choice of

men.”

“I only want Theron,” she said softly. “I’ve loved him for so long.”

“Well then, we need to think of a way to catch him, don’t we?” Sadie said

with a grin.