Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
“Never had anyone been so rude to me,” Leandro confided stiffly. In Greece, everyone – man or woman – had treated him with the utmost respect, almost bordering on worship. He was after all a Christopoulos, and more than that, he was the son of Orion Christopoulos, one of the country’s greatest politicians in history. If anyone had the power to reinvent Greek politics and eradicate corruption from its system, it would be his father.
He wondered if he would have acted differently if the redheaded shrew had simply asked him nicely to leave. Perhaps so. But she hadn’t, and so that happened.
That being the kiss that had shockingly kept him awake at night. When Leandro had finally fallen asleep, it was only to dream of him kissing her – and not just her lips this time.
Leandro’s lips tightened at the thought. Why the hell did he keep thinking about her? She was nothing – nothing – like his type. He liked his women tall, stunning, sexy, and above all things, he wanted his women to know that his word was law. Was that too fucking much to ask?
An usherette led them to the front row, and she took off the labels that indicated where their seats were.
“Please let me know if there is anything else you need,” she said warmly as she handed the Christopoulos men their copies of the program. Wait until the girls found out about this, she thought excitedly to herself. She had no hopes with Derek Christopoulos – only someone living under a rock would not know about how much he loved his fiancée. But the other Christopoulos was a different matter altogether.
Leandro Christopoulos was so deliciously manly. It was hard to accept the fact that he was indeed only twenty-one years old and still in his last year of college.
The invitation in the girl’s eyes was blatant, but Leandro simply nodded. “Thank you.” His days of one-minute stands were over – it had been the moment he found out that his wild antics had severely endangered his father’s life.
When they were left alone, Derek remarked, “I’m surprise you didn’t take her up on her offer.”
“It might get back to my father. The only girl I’m going to fuck while I’m here is my girlfriend.”
Derek sighed. “You’re insane.”
“No. Unfortunately, I’m not. I’m desperate.”
“Your father never asked you to—-”
“His standings in the poll suffered because of me, and the quickest way to redeem myself in the public’s eyes is to let them know I have changed. No more underground races, no more women, no mor everything except whatever it is good guys do.” Leandro flipped the program over so he could see the awardees listed at the back in gold engraved letters. “This – whoever this is that won first place – this is the kind of girl I need.”
“Then you’re in for a disappointment. She is good friends with my mother, and what I know of her through Mother tells me that she is not going to agree to be your girlfriend.”
Leandro shrugged, not affected by Derek’s warning. He was not a good man, and he did not profess to know everything. But one thing he did know was women, and he knew enough that he could make them cry out in sexual release with a few flicks of his fingers. He knew where to bite, where to kiss, where not to touch to have them panting his name.
“She will say yes.”
An hour later, the ceremony had finally reached its end and the awardees were being called in front. Leandro straightened in his seat, impatiently waiting to see the one he had decided to make his girlfriend. He hoped she was nice enough to look at but even if she was not his type, it would not sway him from the path he had chosen to take.
“Ladies and gentlemen," Derek’s mother Samantha Christopoulos announced proudly, “I present to you our Young Philanthropist of the Year, Ms. Roberta Granger.”
A petite woman ascended the stage, dressed simply in a white blouse and slacks while the other awardees were dressed in sparkling dresses and high heels – everything that a philanthropist did not look like. More and more he was convinced that he had made the right choice.
She even wore glasses, Leandro thought with approval.
The girl reached Samantha’s side and took the trophy from the older woman, their conversation too low for the microphone to pick up. She turned to face the crowd.
Fuck.
He said it again, this time aloud, and Derek looked at him sharply.
“What is it?” Derek asked.
Leandro said grimly, “You asked me a while ago what her name is. Well, I know now.” He nodded towards the stage. “Roberta Granger.”
It took a moment for Derek to react, and then he grinned. “Good luck, Leandro. You will need it. Badly.”