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ОглавлениеANDREAS HADN’T BEEN this out of control since his father had come storming into Andreas’s life, demanding he move to Greece, forcing him to use the Georgas name, pretending it meant something that they were blood.
When it hadn’t meant anything at all. He’d hated being a Georgas. Hated living in that mausoleum mansion that had been the family home for generations.
Formally recognized as heir to the Georgas shipping empire, Andreas had been trained to his father’s likeness, all the while planning his escape.
He’d wanted nothing of the man who could so callously discard the woman who had loved him with her whole heart. Melia Kostas had been an amazing mother who had not allowed a broken heart or the rejection of her family to stop her from raising her son to believe he had value and that he was worth every sacrifice she’d had to make to give him a different life.
She’d immigrated to America, only to die when Andreas was a teen, leaving the door open for Barnabas, that bastard, to come swooping in. That was the one time in Andreas’s life that he’d felt completely helpless. He’d done a lot of yelling before settling down to plan.
Not until today had he felt so completely at the whim of another again. He had not felt such fear since the day his father had him physically carried onto the Georgas private jet and forced to fly to Greece against his will. Kayla leaving Portland, leaving Andreas, had paralyzed him. They were a team. Didn’t she realize that?
Clearly not.
Never was his temper so close to the surface, so beyond his control.
But seeing that playboy actor’s lips on his Kayla’s face? That had made Andreas see red. She deserved better.
Kayla Jones deserved the best.
Maybe once Andreas was settled down with a wife who would complete his revenge plan on his father, he would hire Genevieve to find Kayla her own Prince Charming. A man who would care for her like she deserved. Someone who could appreciate the rare gem that she was.
Not some damn New York actor just looking to add another beautiful notch to his bedpost.
Andreas shifted in his seat, trying to control his urge to demand Kayla explain her remark about six years ago. It wasn’t just a restaurant full of strangers he didn’t want witnessing their very private conversation.
Andreas had no intention of giving their nosy cabbie any more fodder for his curiosity.
When they arrived at the hotel, Andreas waited on the sidewalk for Kayla to scoot out of the back seat. He would usually go ahead of her, trusting her to follow, but in her current state, he wasn’t taking anything for granted.
She stopped in front of him, tugging the hem of her sexy little dress down. It hugged every curve, reminding him of how beautiful she was, that no other woman had ever measured up to the perfection of Kayla Jones since that first day he’d seen her across the quad at university.
He shoved those thoughts away. “Are you ready to go inside?”
“Do I have a choice?” she asked, 100 percent attitude.
Rather than grab her, he shoved his hands into his pockets. “You act like I’m some kind of tyrant.”
“Do I need to remind you of the events of the last hour?” she asked in that sarcastic tone that made him want to do things he’d made himself forget.
He forced an even tone. “None of which would have happened if you had been waiting in the suite when I arrived.”
“That was not going to happen.”
“So, you wanted to go shopping.” It had not surprised him to find out she was in the garment district. Kayla liked to shop when she was stressed. She’d worked out a few knotty computer codes with “shopping therapy,” as she called it. It was discovering she was with Jacob Tarkent that had Andreas’s blood pressure spiking. “Did you have to pick up a date?”
Kayla stepped past him with a saucy sway of her sexy hips. “He picked me up.”
“I figured.” Andreas followed, forcing himself to ignore the way her dress and attitude were affecting his libido.
He had six years’ experience ignoring these sexual urges. It shouldn’t be so damn hard.
“So? I’m single. It’s allowed.”
“You are in a strange city. He could have been anyone.”
“But he’s not.”
“No.” As soon as he’d known whom she was with, he’d had a background check run on Jacob Tarkent, by Hawk’s company coincidentally.
They were very thorough and fast.
“So, you knew I was safe.”
He put his hand on her arm, stopping them outside the doors to the hotel. “You didn’t.” And that was the damned point, even if she wanted to ignore it.
“I did.” Oh, she sounded so sure.
“That’s right, you think you can read people.”
“I can. It’s a skill you learn in foster care.” Her feisty expression dared him to contradict her.
“It’s not one hundred percent.”
“Nothing is.” She glared up at him, everything in her demeanor defying him, and that should not have been a turn-on. “Are we going to stand out here discussing this?”
“At least you are finally admitting we need to discuss things between us.”
She rolled her eyes, her lovely latte skin flushed with anger. “I’m really annoyed with you, Andreas.”
“I think you are understating the case.” Furious seemed more like it.
Her gray eyes narrowed further. “Maybe.”
“Definitely.” That was okay. He was pretty pissed off himself. Not that he wanted to examine why. He just wanted to fix it. All of it.
They were friends. She was all he had left of family.
Even if she didn’t realize it.
“Let’s go inside.”
“Whatever you say, Commander.”
“You are skating on thin ice.”
“Oh, I’m shaking in my boots.” Kayla did sarcasm better than anyone he’d ever met.
“You only ever say that when you aren’t wearing any.”
“The irony is all the stronger in that case.”
He shook his head and took her arm again, needing to know she was with him. She didn’t pull away from his hold, and the gratitude he felt was all out of proportion.
They rode in tense silence to the penthouse-suites floor. The old-fashioned apricot roses he’d had delivered earlier filled the sitting room with their heady fragrance. He’d noticed that Kayla hadn’t bothered to read the card Andreas had included with the flowers.
He frowned. She’d also ignored the box of her favorite chocolates on the table.
A bottle of sweet champagne chilling in a standing ice bucket and a platter of fruit had been added to the offerings.
Kayla’s gaze took all this in and then snapped back to him. “What is all of this?”
“I wanted you to be comfortable.”
“With roses, champagne and chocolates?” she asked with clear disbelief.
“There’s fruit too.”
“Isn’t that a little romantic for your employee?”
“You are my friend, my business partner, not simply an employee, and it’s not about romance. It’s about offering your favorites.”
“Typical.”
If by typical she meant he somehow screwed up and then made things better with an offering of food, then yes. It was typical. And usually, she allowed the gesture as the olive branch it was.
She gave a disdainful glance to the champagne.
“I’d rather have tea.” Her tone said she wanted all her wits about her.
He’d thought he could use the advantage of alcohol, but then again, maybe he needed his wits about him too. He definitely didn’t need alcohol lowering his sexual inhibitions around her.
“Do you want to call for it, or shall I?” he asked.
“I’m not sure I could eat right now.”
She never ate when she was stressed.
“I’ll munch on the fruit if I get hungry.” His appetite, on the other hand, never got affected by emotions.
Emotions had no place in life at all.
She would be better off if she could push hers aside too, but then she wouldn’t be Kayla.
She nodded and then crossed plush white carpet to order her tea. Once she’d done that, she headed to the bedroom her luggage had proclaimed to be hers. “I’m changing into something more comfortable for this talk.”
“You look great.”
“Yeah, well, I was dressed for a date. This is not a date. I’m changing.”
He didn’t know why the words offended or he felt the need to argue that point. Andreas clamped his jaw and refused to allow the words of denial to pass his lips.
If the woman wanted to change, let her.
Six years ago, it had taken him some time to overcome urges like this too. That was all it was, the reminder of the sexual relationship they used to have.
Nothing else.
They’d been lovers for two years. She’d been the most satisfying sexual partner of his life, but he’d realized she was something more important. She was a friend he didn’t want to lose, so he looked for a role she could play in his life that would keep her in it. Because lovers didn’t last.
He’d finally figured it out.
A business associate. He knew that meant they had to stop their sexual relationship, but the sacrifice would be worth it. By changing the nature of their relationship, he was guaranteed of keeping Kayla in his life long-term. Lovers came and went, but if she came into his budding company with him, she would be with him for the long haul.
It had worked too.
They’d been best friends ever since.
Only now she was saying they weren’t friends anymore, because he was selling the company. Didn’t she realize he had plans for both of them? Didn’t she trust him at all?
She came out of the bedroom as a knock sounded on the door. Andreas went to answer it though it might have been natural to let her do so.
They were in a large city and though the hotel should be secure, he would not have her answering the door here.
He opened the door to the waiter carrying a tray with Kayla’s tea things. Andreas directed the man to place them on the table before signing the ticket.
He waited for Kayla to fix her drink just the way she liked, with milk and an even teaspoon of sugar, before speaking again. “Explain what you meant about six years ago.”
Her hand trembled as she picked up her cup, but she managed a sip. Then she looked at him, her beautiful gray eyes filled with pain and a determination that scared him.
Nothing scared Andreas anymore.
He was his own man.
No one could ever take that away again.
She pulled her knees to her chest, wrapped her arms around her legs. Classic Kayla self-protection pose. Even her sweats and hoodie were what he considered her armor.
Most women dressed up when they wanted to feel safe, but not Kayla. She dressed down, in sweats, a hoodie, thick socks. And as far as he knew, Andreas was the only person who knew that.
Her gray gaze regarded him somberly. “Six years ago you figured out a way to use me for your company.”
“That’s one way of looking at it.”
“Is there another?” she asked, sounding like she thought she knew the answer.
“I found a way to keep you in my life longer than a lover would have lasted.”
Her eyes widened, her expression mirroring shock and a little incredulousness.
“I liked you more than any woman I’d ever had in my bed. I had more tender feelings for you than anyone else, like I’d only ever allowed myself to feel toward my mother. I didn’t want to lose you out of my life entirely.”
“But as your lover I had a sell-by date that was fast approaching,” she said, as if with dawning understanding and no small amount of horror.
It was true none of his other lovers had lasted as long as she had. “I didn’t know how much longer we would be together as sexual partners, but I knew as business partners our relationship would last longer.”
“And it did.” She said this with a strange, very un-Kayla-like tone, like she was adjusting her thoughts, but not like the adjustment made her happy.
“It was a good move. We started working together, became friends. Best friends. We’re in each other’s lives in a good way. A long-term way.”
“Not anymore. You’re selling the company. You’re walking away.” Kayla’s voice was filled with such sadness, such finality.
It chilled Andreas right through. “I want you to walk with me.”
“I’m not leaving KJ Software.” There was no doubt there. No give. Absolutely no compromise.
It was like she’d written code with no if...then statement. In Kayla’s mind, this was a closed loop of program.
“You don’t mean that. There’s so much more you could do. So many more puzzles you could solve.” Didn’t she realize? “You’re brilliant. The whole world of computer programming is open to you. It doesn’t have to be cybersecurity.”
“I like the puzzles I solve now. That company is my home. I feel safe there.”
Her home? It was just a company.
But looking at Kayla, for the first time, he realized they looked at KJ Software with completely different eyes. He might own 95 percent, but Kayla was invested in the company in a way he never would be.
Something cold opened up inside Andreas. It had never occurred to him that when all was said and done he would not be able to convince Kayla to move on to the next venture with him.
“No, your home is your condo.” That should be true.
She shook her head, her expression repudiating his words before she ever spoke. “That’s just where I sleep. Not where I feel safe.”
“Don’t I make you feel safe?” If he wasn’t her safety, what was he to her? He wasn’t just her boss.
She stared at him, something he couldn’t read in her gray gaze. “You’re getting married.”
“That doesn’t mean things between us have to change.”
“Yes, it does.”
“No. I say what happens in my life.” He’d made that truth in his life since he’d left the Georgas family and Greece. She had to know that.
“You’re making a new family. I won’t be in it.”
No. Those words weren’t true. He wouldn’t let them be true. “You are part of my life.” Part of his family, but for some reason he couldn’t say the words out loud.
“Maybe we still can be friends, but you can’t be my safety. That wouldn’t be fair to your new wife, to the children you’ll have together. It’s just not the way it works, Andreas. The company. It’s all I have. I have to talk to Sebastian Hawk and make sure he’s not going to take that away from me.”
Realization hit Andreas hard. And it was one he did not like. Kayla needed security he, Andreas Kostas, could not give her. She felt threatened by the loss of the company and his marriage happening at the same time. Both were necessary for Andreas’s final plan to prove to his father and the Georgas family that he did not need them in any shape or form.
Had never needed them. Would never need them.
The only way to give Kayla what she needed was to put off one or both of his stratagems and Andreas simply could not do that. He had worked too hard to make his plans a reality. Besides, he was finished with KJ Software. He’d been itching to move on to something bigger and better for the last year.
Kayla knew that, even if she was struggling with accepting it.
It had never occurred to him that she’d want to stay on. That the company itself had taken on a surrogate family role to her. That she considered it her stability factor.
“I wanted you to keep working with me,” he told her baldly.
The look of utter sadness and acceptance in her expressive gray eyes said it all. “You want to keep building bigger and better businesses.”
“Yes.”
“Sometimes, businesses fail.”
“Mine won’t.”
Her pretty lips tilted in a half smile. “You’re so confident.”
“You’ve called me arrogant a time or three in the past.”
“Well, you are,” she teased in the old way.
He shrugged.
“I’m not leaving the company with you.”
She meant it. She really wanted to stay with the company and had every intention of doing so.
“That doesn’t mean we can’t be friends.” Maybe they wouldn’t work together, but they still lived in the same building.
She drank her tea and stared at him for a lot longer than he thought it should take to answer that statement, but finally she set her cup of tea down and nodded. “I guess you’re right about that. Friendship isn’t about always getting what you want. It’s also about being there for the other person. And I suppose in your arrogant, pigheaded way, you need me.”
“Enough with the name-calling.”
“You broke up my date.”
“I was worried about you.”
“You could have been worried about me tomorrow.”
“Stop pretending like you were going to have sex with him.” The idea was an anathema.
“You don’t know what I was going to do. You think you know me, but let’s face it, Andreas, you thought I’d be okay with the bride pimp and I’m so not. You thought I’d be okay with selling the company and I still kind of want to shred your closet of suits over that one. You thought I’d want to leave KJ Software to start a new company and you couldn’t have been more wrong about that. I’m not sure you know me very well at all.”
He couldn’t argue a single one of those sentences.
And something about six years ago had gone down very differently than he’d thought too, or it wouldn’t have come up today. Andreas had the unpleasant sensation that she was right and that he did not know Kayla Jones nearly as well as he thought he did.
And if he didn’t figure her out, he was going to lose the one person he still considered family.
That was not going to happen. Andreas Kostas had lost all the important people in his life he was going to let go of.
Kayla Jones was never going to be one of them.
* * *
Andreas finished answering emails, ignoring yet another text from Genevieve. He’d had no idea she was so demanding when he hired her. She’d acted very accommodating and happy to have him as a client. Her tenacity was well-meaning no doubt, but he had other things on his mind at the moment. Her in-depth questionnaire and business-mogul makeover were going to have to wait.
Why did he need to change his clothes and haircut anyway? He didn’t have any trouble finding companionship dressing like a high-powered businessman. When he’d mentioned that to Genevieve, she’d replied he was looking for a wife, not a hookup.
He was still unconvinced.
He didn’t want a wife who expected some laid-back guy who was going to spend every evening and weekend playing happy families. That wasn’t Andreas.
Dismissing thoughts of his matchmaker, he replied to another text.
Satisfied with his morning’s work, he was considering ordering breakfast and waking Kayla when the second bedroom door in the suite slammed open. She appeared, no wakeup knock necessary, her curls tied up in one of the scarves she wore to bed to keep them tamed. Its bright color at odds with the dark visage of her face. Her glare shot around the sitting room until it landed on him with the weight of a fully locked-and-loaded missile.
Gray eyes narrowing even further, she stomped toward him. Her body moved in ways his couldn’t help taking an interest in, what with the way her peach satin sleep shorts and silky spaghetti-strap sleep top clung to her bouncing curves.
Damn it, he needed to remember that the passion they’d shared had been too consuming for good decisions.
She slammed her beloved smartphone down in front of him. “Fix it.”
The phone beeped, indicating a text.
“Fix what?” They’d long ago established she was the more technically savvy of the two of them.
“That!”
The phone beeped again.
“What?”
She shoved it in his face.
His eyes focused on the screen. The text was from Genevieve. Demanding Kayla get Andreas on the next plane back to Portland.
“You gave your bride pimp my phone number.”
“Yes.” It had seemed like a good idea at the time.
“Call her right now and tell her to stop using it.”
“Just ignore her texts.”
“That’s what you’ve been doing.” Damn, Kayla’s voice could register pissed-off woman when she wanted to, with a heavy dose of disapproval. “And her phone calls, I bet.”
“She’s not on this morning’s agenda.” And Genevieve needed to learn that Andreas dealt with things in his time, not someone else’s.
Kayla’s glare went nuclear. “Well, putting up with her harassment isn’t on my agenda at all. Call her off, Andreas. Right now.”
“You’re in a bad mood this morning.”
“I was woken out of a sound sleep by incessant calls and texts from someone I shouldn’t have to speak to at all.”
“I told you she wanted to talk to you.”
“Andreas, I’m not kidding.”
“You never sleep this late.” Kayla was an early riser, like him.
“I wanted to sleep in. That’s my prerogative. I’m on vacation.” She looked at him like he was the one who was acting entirely out of character and suddenly not making sense.
Andreas didn’t know what Kayla saw in his face, but whatever it was, she got that supremely annoyed, impatient “I’ve had it” look. He’d seen it very rarely, but when she got it, he knew things were about to go pear-shaped. He despised that look.
The one person in the world he actually minded being at odds with was Kayla Jones. “Listen, Kayla—”
She put up her hand, cutting him off. She didn’t say anything, just made a production of turning off her phone and dropping it onto the table in front of him. Then she went back into her bedroom and slammed the door.
Since the day before she’d left her phone in the suite and gone off exploring New York alone, that didn’t bode well. Andreas had been forced to resort to other means of tracking Kayla down. Means he preferred not to rely on today.
Not to mention, he did not like thinking of her being without a means of communication.
He picked up his own phone and dialed Genevieve’s number.
“Finally,” the woman exclaimed. “Andreas, you have to treat this endeavor with more respect than you have done so far.”
“I did not give you Kayla’s number in order for you to harass her. Do not use it again, for any reason. In fact, I want it deleted from your file immediately.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Andreas. Clearly, contacting your assistant got your attention.”
“She is not my assistant, she is the director in charge of research and development. Show her the respect she deserves.”
“Be that as it may—”
“Delete the number.”
“Excuse me?”
“I will not. Your behavior toward Miss Jones has been in every way rude and unforgivable.”
“You left in the middle of your own bride search. Matchmaking is a delicate and complicated process. It requires your full attention.”
“No, it requires your full attention. That is why I paid you such a high retainer. I explained that I had a business emergency.”
“Since your Director of R & D is there, can’t she handle the emergency?”
“We are handling it together.”
“I’m sure—”
“That you will take care of your business while I take care of mine.”
“Part of my business requires your participation, Andreas. Had you forgotten the makeover? I suppose I could fly out there and do it in New York.”
“No. There will not be time.” Andreas didn’t feel in the least guilty putting Genevieve off. “I will call you when I return to Portland.”
“What about the questionnaire? Will you have some time for that?” she asked, trying to sound ingratiating, but only managing to be annoying.
“I will get to it when I can.” Andreas allowed his growing irritation to leak through.
“I can’t help feeling you’re not as committed to this as you originally led me to believe.”
“Genevieve, you will learn that I do not like being questioned.” He allowed his displeasure at the continued questioning of the parameters he had already set to ice his voice over. “I will speak to you when I return to Oregon.”
He set his phone down and noticed Kayla standing in the doorway to her room, her expression no longer all narrow-eyed anger. Andreas wasn’t exactly sure what that particular look meant, however.
“Was that Genevieve?”
“Yes.”
“Did you tell her to stop calling and texting me?”
“I told her to remove your number from her files.”
“If I was home, I could take care of that myself.”
He had no doubt Kayla could do exactly that. You didn’t become a world-class designer of security software without being able to circumvent it. “You scare me sometimes.”
“Nothing scares you.”
Nothing he was going to admit to. “How easily you get into other people’s computers and phones is going to get you into trouble.”
“It’s a natural by-product of designing the best security software.” She stretched and yawned, her breasts pressing enticingly against the silk of her pajama top. “I’m going back to bed.”
“What about breakfast?”
She shook her head at him, a barely there smile playing at the edge of her lips. “Nothing is stopping you from ordering.”
“But you are going back to bed. How long will you sleep?”
“As long as I want, I’m on vacation.”
“But if we are not at the pier in in an hour, we will miss the harbor cruise.”
Kayla’s generous lips thinned. “Harbor cruise.”
“I thought you’d like to see a little of New York while we are here.” She kept harping about being on vacation.
“Jacob was going to show me the city last night.”
The unnecessary reminder set Andreas’s teeth on edge. “He wanted to show you his bedroom.”
“Maybe it had a great view.”
Andreas stood up, suddenly too restless to sit. “Maybe if you want some good views you should get in the shower and get dressed so we can make the harbor cruise.”
“I never said I was going with you.”
“Don’t be stubborn for stubborn’s sake.”
She frowned. “I was going back to bed.”
“You can sleep later. Right now, we have sights to see.”
“No wonder you’re not wearing a suit.”
He’d put on slacks and a button-down shirt, no tie, no jacket. He was dressed down. For him.
“You still look like a power broker.”
“I am a power broker.” And it would do her little actor friend well to remember that.
Andreas Kostas might not recognize Barnabas Georgas as family, but there was no denying the bastard’s blood ran through his veins, as did his ruthless nature.
Kayla sighed. “I didn’t plan on staying here in the hotel with you.”
“Where would you go?” Andreas demanded, not liking the sound of her plans at all.
Kayla got harebrained ideas in her head and sometimes she stuck with them. It had taken him three years to convince her to move into his condominium building and only after he persuaded the complex to offer her a unit at a significant discount that he secretly subsidized the purchase of. She could never find that out, or she’d move out of spite.
The woman had an independent streak a mile wide.
“A hotel without you in it.”
“Am I really so abhorrent to you?” he asked, hurt in ways no other person would be able to cause.
Her mouth twisted and she stepped away from the door, toward him, like she couldn’t help herself. “Of course not. It’s just...” She looked up at him, appeal in her big gray eyes. “This is hard for me, Andreas.”
