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Greek Billionaire's Forbidden Lover (The Rosso Family Series Book 2)
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vampire.
    He grinned. He had one arm wrapped around a girl dressed as a fairy and one around her now. “I see you’ve changed your mind.” He pulled her against his chest. The fairy giggled.
    Alexandra used both hands to shove against his chest. She wanted to smack him as she had Dareios but her hand was already stinging. She glanced over his shoulder and saw Dareios searching for her. Her throat tightened.
    She simply couldn’t face him—it was too…too humiliating. What had she been thinking? That one kiss and Dareios would see her in a different light? Well, they’d had their kiss…and nothing had changed. For a few seconds, she’d been in his arms, and everything had been perfect. Better than perfect. Dareios’ kisses were magic. She’d melted under the touch of his lips—he’d tasted like heaven. And then…somehow, he’d recognized her. She wanted to cry. Or to hit someone.
    The music was an upbeat number and she pushed against the vampire one more time. “Give me a little room to move if you really want to dance with me.”
    The vampire grinned, took a slight step away. He twirled the fairy who smiled at Alexandra and gave her a wink. Stomach tightening, Alexandra wondered if this night could get any weirder or worse.
    ***
    Dareios searched the crowded dance floor. He was almost positive his Greek goddess was Alexandra Rosso, but was she? She’d darted away from—she’d slapped him. But she hadn’t taken off her mask. And where the hell was she now? Who was she? Had he gotten it wrong? But how could he have—he’d known from the first instant he’d seen her that she looked familiar.
    Oh, hell, what if she just looked a lot like Alexandra? It wouldn’t be the first time he’d been attracted to a girl because she looked like…no, no, he wasn’t going there with that thought. Alexandra was his best friend’s sister—end of story. And he was going to drag her out of this club and read her the riot act for pulling a joke on him like this.
    He headed for the main entrance. Brian was there, talking to the doorman, and from there Dareios knew he’d also be able to see the back exit opposite the front doors.
    “Where did your goddess run off to?” Brian asked. He scanned the bar as if she expected the woman in question to magically appear. “Problems?”
    Dareios shrugged. He’d lost his cape and now he pulled off his hat and masks. He was damn tired of costumes. “Do you have a copy of the guest list for this evening?”
    “Sure. Weren’t you successful in getting her name?” Brian nodded to the doorman, who offered up his clipboard.
    Dareios scanned the list. “No. Although, I think I know who she is.” He stabbed a finger at one name. “A. Rosso. Did Antonio make a donation?”
    Brian nodded. “I don’t know. We haven’t gone over all the checks yet. But I know he’s usually good for a few hundred thousand. That’s why I sent him an invitation.”
    “Well, his sister took you up on the invite.” Dareios turned his attention back to the crowded dance floor. The music changed to a slow, romantic tune. The mass of people diminished, with some leaving to find refreshments and others wrapping themselves around each other, leaving lots of open space.
    The dim lighting wasn’t helping, but a flash of gold caught his eye. He pushed the clipboard back at the doorman. “Excuse me. I have an unmasking to attend.” He headed for that flash of gold. As he got closer, he could see the vampire had his hands on two women. Dareios clenched his hands at his side. He was going to punch out that damn vampire.
    She’s not yours and never will be.
    Dareios shook his head. Great, now she had him totally confused. But he was going to rip off her mask, and if it was Alexandra, he was hauling her ass out of here. He didn’t want to think what he would do if it wasn’t his Alex.
                                                           
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