Greek Billionaire's Blackmailed Bride (The Rosso Family Series, #1) Read Online Free Page A

And you can meet my sisters.”
    She bit her lower lip. He wasn’t sure she would agree, but he wanted her close. Very close. He needed time to persuade her to do as he wished.
    She finished her wine and smiled. “I suppose it might be fun to see the Rosso estate—maybe I’ll swap you the villa for that estate? Just maybe.”
    Antonio smiled as well. But he stood and told himself he was going to put her into bed alone as soon as he could—he would not take advantage of a girl a little tipsy and also more than a little jet lagged. But tomorrow...tomorrow she would not be either of those things.

Chapter Six
    C laire watched out the window of the BMW as it sped out of the congested city and into the Grecian countryside. The road wound up dry hills, past vineyards and olive orchards. All too soon, Antonio turned into a wrought iron gate, and everything changed.
    Carefully groomed grounds rolled past. Flowering plants rioted under olive trees. She’d never been to the estate, but she couldn’t pull her attention away from the gorgeous man sitting beside her and the way his hands had rested lightly on the steering wheel of his luxury car.
    He parked in front of a sprawling mansion that looked to have at least three floors. Columns bracketed both sides of the double front doors and balconies opened up from the upper floors. She glanced up, a little overwhelmed, and got out. Water splashed behind her in a fountain and the fragrance of flowers carried to her.
    Antonio got out of the car and strode to the trunk that he’d popped open. “You have your choice from ten bedrooms—well, eight if you leave out my sister’s rooms. We have two swimming pool—one indoor, one outside—a tennis courts, stables, and the staff will see to anything you wish.”
    She glanced at him. She hated to ask, but she had to. “And your room?”
    “I live in the city.”
    She reached for her luggage. He did as well. Their fingers touched and a shiver chased over her skin. She pulled back and tucked her hands under her arms. Glancing at Antonio, she watched him lift out her luggage. Under his white shirt, his shoulders worked, muscles flexing. Her mouth dried.
    Turning from him, she looked at the house. “Seems a big place.”
    “My father has...had bigger. He loved houses. They were his hobby. This one was a bombed out nightmare that he restored.”
    Claire looked at him. She pulled her purse higher up onto her shoulder. Her head was spinning slightly and little dark spots floated across her vision. Before she knew it, Antonio had hold of her elbow. She tried to wave him off. “It’s just jet lag.”
    He gave a nod. “Come on. I’ll get you settled. You have time for a nap, but no more. You want to switch to our time as soon as possible so I’ll have a maid wake you for dinner.”
    She stiffened and resisted his tug. “There you go again, giving orders.”
    Antonio frowned but he let go of her. “Will you please grace us with your company for dinner?”
    “Us?”
    “My sisters will be home this evening.” He ran up the steps and opened the front door. She followed him and stepped into a massive foyer. A pink marble floor stretched out to a curving staircase. Marble columns reached to the second story. Flowers stood in a massive vase on a round rosewood table.
    “Gaia?” Antonio called out.
    An older woman—Gaia obviously—came out from a side hall. Gray streaked her black hair, which she wore pulled back. She wore a conservative, black dress, and she gave Claire a measuring look from shrewd, black eyes.
    “Gaia, this is Claire Bennett. She’ll be staying with us.”
    Eyes narrowing, Gaia offered a tiny smile. Claire had the feeling Gaia had heard of her. She gave a nod, and Gaia turned to Antonio. “She should have the blue room. Your father would have put her there.”
    “Dad would have put me outside the front gate,” Claire muttered.
    Gaia gave no sign she had heard. She clapped her hands and two strapping young men