The Greek's Convenient Mistress
Costas switched off the ignition and studied the house he'd crossed the world to find. A red-brick bungalow in suburban Sydney. It was plain and solid, but with an air of recent neglect. Junk mail spilled from the letter box and the lawn was overgrown.
He frowned as he opened the car door and got out, stretching some of the stiffness from his tall frame.
Despite the uncollected mail he knew she was home. Or she had been thirty hours ago, before he'd left Athens. He refused to consider the possibility that she wasn't here. There was too much at stake to countenance failure.
Unclenching fingers that had curled into fists, he shrugged, trying to relieve the rigid set of his shoulders. He'd flown in first-class luxury as usual, but he'd been unable to sleep. The tension that had gripped him for so long now had reached crisis point. He hadn't slept for three days, had barely eaten.
He wouldn't rest till he got what he needed from this woman.
It took twenty seconds precisely to stride across the quiet street, through the low gateway and up the cement path to the front door.
He jabbed the doorbell and cast an assessing gaze across the tiny, unswept patio to t ... read full excerpt from: The Greek's Convenient Mistress ebook
