Bought for the Greek's Bed
Chapter One
VICKY could hear her heels clacking on the marble floor of the vast atrium as she headed
towards the reception desk, which was an island in the middle of an ocean of gleaming white and
metallic grey. The whole interior screamed modernity-ironic, really, Vicky found herself thinking,
as the man who ran this whole mega-corporate shebang was as antediluvian as a dinosaur. A
big, vicious dinosaur that ripped your throat out with its talons, tore you limb from limb, and then
went on its way, searching for other prey to dismember.
Walking into this dinosaur's cavern now made it all come rushing back. In her head she could
again hear that deep, dangerously accented voice, carving into her with a cold, vicious fury that
had stripped the flesh from her bones with savage economy. She could hear the words, too, ugly
and foul, not caring how they slayed her, his fathomless eyes pools of loathing and-worse than
loathing-contempt. Then, having verbally dismembered her, he had simply walked out of her life
She had not seen him since. And yet today, this morning, right now, she was going to wa ... read full excerpt from Bought for the Greek's Bed ebook
