Return Of The Moralis Wife Part 6

She was here to get an inheritance she had never wanted but now, through no fault of her own, needed. And Rion controlled it, she thought grimly. She had lost her illusions long ago. She was here at his command, as his s.e.xual plaything, and that was all she had to remember ...

The weather was perfect. The sun shone in a cloudless sky, glinting off the waves of the azure sea. She could think of plenty of people in worse positions, and her spirits rose. She should be thankful for what she had. What was two weeks out of her life? A mere blip.

A small, dark-eyed young man appeared, with a heavy-laden tray in his hands. He introduced himself as Marco and offered to show her the way to the sun deck with a broad smile on his face. She smiled back and chatted easily to him as he led her up three levels to the sun deck. Her eyes widened in surprise on a plunge pool and a Jacuzzi set on one side of the deck. Maybe that was why Rion had told her to wear her bikini? Too late now.

She glanced down at a low table, set with cutlery, condiments, gla.s.ses and an ice bucket containing a bottle of wine. 'I could have eaten on the main deck, Marco, and saved you the walk,' she said, smiling. 'I will next time.'

Rion reached the top of the stairs from the wheel-house and paused to catch his breath-not from lack of energy but at the picture Selina presented. Wearing brief denim shorts and a tee s.h.i.+rt, with flip-flops on her feet, she was talking to Marco. A brilliant smile curved her soft mouth, her eyes were s.h.i.+ning and her glorious hair s.h.i.+mmered like beaten gold in the sun.

'No, you won't.' Rion walked forward. 'I decide where we eat.' It was callous of him, but he had heard what she said, and seeing Selina smiling at young Marco had hit a nerve ...

Selina glanced back to where Rion stood. He had showered, shaved and changed into a checked open-necked s.h.i.+rt and another pair of khaki shorts. He looked vitally attractive and as bossy as ever ...

'Yes, oh, master,' she mocked, and turned to smile at Marco again before sinking down on a carefully placed lounger.

Marco put a bowl of salad, bread, a platter of delicious-looking seafood and another of various meats on the table.

'You are learning, sweetheart,' Rion drawled. 'But where is the bikini?'

'I forgot,' she said. 'Sorry.' And gave him a saccharine smile.

His dark eyes were openly laughing at her little rebellion. With one hand he deftly unfastened a few more b.u.t.tons of his s.h.i.+rt and sank down onto a lounger, stretching his long legs out before him in negligent ease.

'Thanks, Marco. I'll pour the wine.' Rion dismissed him.

'Iris was right to call you Old Bossy Boots. I should have listened to her,' Selina opined, and reached forward. Taking a plate, she piled on salad, prawn, langoustines and crusty bread. Fish first, meat second, she thought. 'What is Iris doing now?' she asked idly, popping a prawn in her mouth and forking up some salad as Rion poured the chilled white wine into two gla.s.ses.

'She is married to an Australian of Greek descent and living on the Gold Coast in Australia. They have a son, and are expecting the arrival of their second child any day now. Helen is in her element as doting grandmother, and spends a lot of her time there,' he told her, piling his own plate high with a.s.sorted meats and salad and starting to eat.

'What about your father?' she asked in between mouthfuls of food. 'I bet he spoils the boy rotten.'

Rion put down his knife and fork and shot her a hard look. 'No, my father never got the chance. He died five years ago. Not unexpected. He knew his heart was damaged and his time limited.'

'I'm so sorry. I know how close you were. It must have been hard, losing him,' Selina said softly.

'Drop the false sympathy, pethi mou,' Rion drawled. The endearment was an echo from the past but with a sardonic emphasis. 'You are more likely to dance on his grave. I know your grandfather must have told you that my father made a deal with him to buy Stakis s.h.i.+pping that included you.' He elevated one shoulder in a negligent shrug, but his strong face hardened. 'It was to be his last big deal before he retired-supposedly his final success. He enjoyed a world cruise and died a couple of months after he returned. End of story.' Picking up his knife and fork, Rion resumed eating.

So did Selina ... but something about the information was disturbing her. She was not sure it was the end of the story. 'If your father-' she began.

'Enough, Selina.' Rion cast her an impatient glance. 'Talk of the past is out, remember?' Draining his wine gla.s.s, he rose to his feet. 'Now, if you are finished eating, I'll show you around the yacht.'

Selina finished a langoustine, refusing to be hurried, and glanced up at him through the veil of her lashes. Big and boldly handsome, Rion was a live wire, full of restless driven energy. He always had been, Selina realised, and always would be. He worked hard and played hard and rarely stopped. No woman would ever tie him down.

She glanced around at the fantastic view and rose to her feet with a shake of her head. 'Yes, okay-lead on.' Rion was incapable of relaxing. 'Though I'm surprised you like cruising. Days at sea with nothing to do but admire the view does not seem like you.'

A glint of humour flashed in Rion's eyes. 'I love the sea.' He let his gaze slide blatantly down the length of her body and back. 'And the view,' he quipped with a heart-stopping sensuous smile that made her breath quicken. 'But you are right. I worked for a while this morning-I do every day.'

Why did his brilliant white smile suddenly remind Selina of a predatory panther?

'Then I relax in the afternoon-sometimes in the pool. But as you have forgotten your bikini, your loss is my gain.' And he kissed her and took her back to bed.

Eventually Rion did take her on a tour of the yacht, and introduced her to Captain Ted-an Englishman-who made her feel at ease by saying, 'Rion told me an old friend was joining the cruise and I imagined another Dimitri. It is a real pleasure to meet you and a relief-you are a thousand times better to look at.' He grinned. 'Anything you need, just ask me.'

'Down, Ted,' Rion said dryly, slipping an arm around Selina's waist. 'The lady is my guest and I will provide everything she needs.'

As he led her away from the bridge for a moment it crossed Selina's mind Rion that might be jealous, but she instantly dismissed the thought.

She enjoyed the rest of the tour. She might have been overawed by the Theodora, a beautiful, luxuriously fitted vessel, with five guest cabins, a formal and an informal salon, but her job had on occasion taken her on yachts even larger and more blatantly luxurious. None had been as eclectically fitted out with a mixture of traditional and new, and meeting the crew and seeing the way they worked she recognised the easy, friendly atmosphere on the Theodora was not something she had ever felt on the bigger yachts she had travelled on. She was quietly impressed.

CHAPTER SEVEN.

BACK in her own cabin, Selina showered again and, slipping on silk briefs and a bra, looked at the few clothes in the closet. She had not brought a large suitcase, so she had none of the smart suits and gowns she needed to blend in with the upper echelons of society the majority of her clients inhabited to choose from. She had only a small suitcase, containing toiletries, towels, her sweatsuit, a sweater, a swimsuit, a bikini and underwear, the black silk dress she had worn for the funeral plus two summer dresses-one blue and one yellow, which had the advantage of being crease-resistant and could fold up into the size of a man's hanky-two s.h.i.+rts, two tee s.h.i.+rts and two pretty tops, a pair of smart white linen pants, denim shorts, a pair of flip-flops, black high heels and a pair of sandals.

She flicked through the closet and took out the yellow dress, eyeing the black one she had worn for the funeral and the stiletto heels. She slipped the yellow dress over her head. After applying some moisturiser to her face she brushed her hair, put on her sandals, and left the cabin.

Nervously Selina entered the main salon, feeling like a scarlet woman-but in yellow ... Rion, looking wickedly attractive in white pants and a white s.h.i.+rt, crossed to take her arm.

'You look lovely,' he said huskily, and offered her a drink as he led her across to join Dimitri and Captain Ted at the bar.

Selina took a sip of the martini she had requested and began to relax. After she discovered over the pre-dinner drinks that Ted's parents lived in Weymouth, not far from her home, she did not feel such an alien in the all-male company and relaxed a little more.

Dinner was a casual affair. Marco presented the wine and filled all the gla.s.ses, then served the food, which was superb. Not surprisingly, with three men present the conversation got around to cars. Selina sipped at her wine and listened. Apparently Rion had recently bought a Bugatti Veyron, whatever that was, and the discussion of its merits went right over her head. She drained her gla.s.s. Then Ted said he was thinking of buying a new Mercedes.

Selina grinned. 'You must have been to that Mercedes dealers.h.i.+p, Ted-the one with the museum and training track in Weymouth. It is a great place. A friend took me and I got a new Mercedes there-the small fourteen hundred. It took two months to be delivered and I collected it ...' she paused to think; her schedule had been so messed up '... ten days ago. I love it-though I only got the chance to drive it a couple of times before I had to come to Greece,' she said ruefully.

'Surely a family funeral takes precedence over a car?' Rion opined. 'Unlike your grandfather, the car will still be there when you get back.'

She looked at Rion, seated at the head of the table, and caught an expression of cold contempt on his hard face. What had she supposedly done wrong now? Not that she cared.

'Yes, of course,' she responded. And fortified by wine added, 'That is, providing Aunt Peggy, who is driving the car while I am away, has not run into anything again. She wrote off my Beetle in a car park.'

Ted and Dimitri laughed, and Rion smiled, but she saw no humour in his eyes.

Although the food was excellent Selina had lost her appet.i.te-or maybe it was the wine-and she was glad when the meal ended. She made her excuses to leave before coffee was served. Not that it made any difference. Rion followed her and overrode any resistance she attempted with an ease that shamed but aroused her-and she still ended up in his big bed.

That day set the pattern for the following days. They ate lunch and dinner together-Rion was a good conversationalist, and they discussed a variety of subjects but never the past-and they had s.e.x every night in his vast bed.

She never actually spent a night in her own bed. Rion worked in the morning and after lunch they enjoyed a siesta of sorts but with little real intimacy-which suited Selina fine.

Four days later Selina stood impatiently on the deck and watched Rion, wearing a black wetsuit that revealed in intimate detail the physical perfection of his great body, check all his diving equipment for the final time. She had never known Rion liked scuba-diving, nor that Dimitri was here for that express purpose until dinner two nights ago, when she had discovered the main reason for the cruise was a diving expedition the two men had arranged to explore sites off the coast of Egypt.

Satisfied everything was ready, Rion walked across to where Selina was waiting so impatiently. The baggy sweater she wore did not stop him from appreciating her lithe body and fabulous legs.

'I'm still not sure about this,' he said, looking down into her sparkling eyes and seeing the excitement there. She had asked him to let her go on a dive yesterday. Surprised that she could dive he'd said no, and that there was no suit to fit her anyway. Then apparently Dimitri had found an old suit in the locker, and she had caught Rion at a weak moment in bed last night and he had agreed. 'Tell me again where you qualified as a diver.' His mind had been on another sport last night.

'I told you-I was a member of the school diving club, and then when I finished university I spent six months travelling in the Far East. I took my Diving Masters on a ten-week course in Queensland, Australia. I have my Paddy certificate. Now, can I suit up?'

'Okay. But understand I am the master on this dive.'

'Yes, of course-aren't you always?' she said, and wrinkled her nose at him.

Her enthusiasm was infectious.

Rion was beginning to realise everything about Selina was infectious.

Everyone on board adored her-from the oldest to the youngest. Dimitri and Ted, the most reserved of men, could not keep their eyes off her and nor could Marco, who had previously worn the suit that Selina was wearing today.

The thought of a suit that had been plastered to young Marco's body in equally intimate contact with Selina's was somehow distasteful to him. Why, Rion wasn't sure-in fact where Selina was concerned he wasn't sure of anything any more. For a woman who wore designer clothes and casually admitted that an obviously male friend had bought her a Mercedes, she happily walked around the yacht wearing a pair of old denim shorts and a s.h.i.+rt. She never wore make-up, the only cream he had ever seen her use was sunblock, and with her glorious hair piled on top of her head with a rubber band and flip-flops on her dainty feet she looked like Orphan Annie ... a very s.e.xy orphan Annie.

All the previous female guests on his yacht he could remember had invariably worn full make-up and stretched out on the sun deck wearing the briefest of bikinis or even just a thong, advertising their attributes to Rion and the whole crew. Selina, on the other hand, when she did go in the pool, wore a black sports costume-s.e.xy, but not the bikini that he fantasised about. And she never sunbathed. He would usually find her sitting in the shade with a book or on her phone. She was the least vain woman Rion had ever known-which didn't sit well with his opinion of her as a devious, greedy woman who used her physical a.s.sets and talents to enjoy the high life.

Looking down at her as she peeled off her sweater, his dark eyes flared and his breath stopped in his throat. She was wearing the white bikini, with those tempting little ribbons holding it together, and instantly he could feel his erection straining uncomfortably beneath his wetsuit. Every thought left his head except the one telling him he needed to get in the water fast or disgrace himself.

Over an hour later, back on board with her wetsuit stripped off, Selina kneeled on the deck and emptied her net of finds on the polished wood. She spotted a small encrusted lump with a glint of gold on one side and picked it up. She glanced over her shoulder at Rion, sprawled in a lounger a few feet away.

'Look, Rion-I'm sure this must be gold. A coin ... maybe a doubloon from a pirate s.h.i.+p?' She stretched her arm back, holding it out for him to see. 'What do you think?' she demanded, excited by her find.

Rion thought she had incredible sparkling eyes, a vivid imagination, and was slightly mad ... Madly beautiful ... With her b.u.m in the air and her body half twisted towards him she gave him a shockingly tempting view of one perfect breast almost falling out of the tiny triangle of white material.

'I think we should take it down to the lab, get it cleaned and see.'

What he actually thought was that he wanted to take her inside and ravish her. She was driving him crazy. He had never dived with a woman partner before-never considered it-but Selina had amazed him. She was good-very good-except for a tendency to dive down and pick up any old junk off the seabed. Watching her sleek body in the water had been a bit like water torture for him ...

Until today Rion would have sworn it was impossible to be aroused thirty feet under water ...

There was another certainty gone ...

'Great-just wait until I pick up the rest.' Selina turned to put her other finds back in the net.

'No, just take the coin.' Rion got to his feet and strode over to her. 'The sun will dry the rest out.' And with a bit of luck blow it away!

'Good idea.' Selina sprang to her feet with her find in her hand. 'It was wonderful today. Thank you for taking me.' She grinned.

He smiled-a wry curve of his sensual lips. 'My pleasure.' Well, not quite. He intended it to be. But he didn't make the crack that hovered on his tongue. She reminded him of the girl he had first met-so innocent, her face flushed with pleasure ...

He led her below deck to the diving lab, where any finds were examined and placed in a locker.

Ten minutes later Selina looked in awe at the coin Rion held in the palm of his hand. 'What do you think? Is it Egyptian? Greek? Or maybe Spanish?' she asked excitedly.

'It is definitely Greek-and now I want my reward for cleaning it,' Rion said huskily. Watching her jump up and down with pleasure in her white bikini was killing him.

'Can I hold it? Is it really ancient?'

Unaware of Rion's problem, Selina felt excitement fizzing through her as she glanced from the coin in his hand up into Rion's dark face. Only then did she see the banked-down desire and something else ... an echo from the past in his expression ... that made her excitement level rise even further.

'I'll look it up later,' he said, and dropped the coin on the steel table. His dark eyes holding hers, he curved an arm around her waist to pull her close. 'Right now I have a more pressing problem I need to deal with. The vision of you in this bikini has been haunting me for a week,' he breathed against Selina's lips, tempting but not touching, running a long finger beneath the fine strap of her top.

Selina's breath caught at the feel of his hard, hot body against her, stirring her blood and melting her bones, and she couldn't speak, could only stare as Rion stepped back and pulled off his khaki shorts. She gasped at the sheer strength of his arousal.

'I can't wait,' he murmured, and he flicked the clasp between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and peeled the sc.r.a.p of material over her shoulders and down her arms to fall to the floor.

She let him, excitement riding her. His hands clasped her waist and he bent his head to brush her lips with his, moving lower to draw one pouting nipple into his mouth, suckling then delivering the same treatment to the other. While his hands stroked over her hips his fingers deftly unfastened the two tiny ribbons that held the fabric that protected her modesty. He pulled the slip of material between her legs and dropped it on the table.

Selina saw his face, a taut mask of raw pa.s.sion, and shuddered in eager response as in one deft movement his strong hands lifted her onto the table, wrapped her legs around his waist and thrust into her already moist, waiting body. She grasped his arms, his shoulders, her fingernails digging into his flesh as he possessed her with an uncontrollable driven hunger, and she convulsed around him, shuddering violently as he climaxed with her.

He folded his arms round her and rested his head against hers for long minutes, until finally the lingering waves of release faded away and they could breathe again.

'I didn't-'

'Don't say a word. Just lift me off here,' Selina said huskily.

Rion lifted her up and slowly lowered her to the ground. 'Are you okay?'

She looked at him naked, and then at herself, a wobbly rueful smile curving her swollen lips. 'I'm not complaining, and I'll be fine if I can find my bikini.'

Selina glanced around the room, her eyes scanning the tabletop and spotting the lower half of her bikini. She picked it up and tied it back on.

Wordlessly Rion retrieved her top and his shorts from the floor and pulled his shorts on. What could he say after ravis.h.i.+ng her on a metal tabletop? That he never lost control? Well, that was a lie. He had-quite spectacularly. He handed her the top ...

Selina took it and slipped it on. Feeling better dressed, she looked around again, her smooth brow creasing in a frown as she scanned the long table a second time. Eventually she turned back to Rion and placed her hands on her hips, indignant amber eyes clas.h.i.+ng with his.

'I will kill you, Rion Moralis, if you have lost my coin. You put it on the table and I can't see it anywhere now.'

Rion couldn't help it. He burst out laughing ...

'It is not funny. The coin might be a valuable find-very ancient. You said it was Greek.'

'It is. But it is not gold and not very old,' he said, grinning down at her. 'It is a fifty-drachma coin from nineteen-ninety, and no longer any use because the Greek currency changed to the euro in two thousand and one.'

Selina was crushed 'Really?' She looked up into Rion's laughing eyes. 'You knew before we-'

'Sorry. Yes. But you were so excited I didn't want to disillusion you.'

'You mean until you had your wicked way with me?' She grinned up at him.

Rion swept her up in his arms. 'What can I say? A man needs to do what a man needs to do.' He buried his head in her glorious hair and, biting his lip to stop laughing, carried her to her cabin and lowered her gently to her feet. 'Take a rest before dinner, Selina, you have had a strenuous day.' And, planting a swift kiss on the tip of her nose, he walked out, still grinning broadly.

'You look happy,' Dimitri said as he strolled into the main salon and poured himself a whisky from the bar.

'I am,' he said, glancing at his old friend who was sitting having his usual whisky and soda. He realised he actually was. He hadn't felt this good in ages. Raising his gla.s.s, he took a swig of whisky. 'It was a great dive and Selina really surprised me. She is very good.'