Her Greek Romance aka Greek Encounter Read Online Free Page B

tomorrow’s struggle in court. 
     Relaxing in the warm aromatic bath would do her a world of good. Physically and mentally. To make sure Stefano wouldn’t be tempted to disturb her, she quietly locked the door of the bedroom, then the door of the bathroom. Stripping in a sec, she entered the bathtub and lay down, her head leaning against a soft floatable cushion.
    “Heaven. I’m in heaven.” She inhaled the delicious scent of eucalyptus and mint and laughed at herself for trying to remember the old song. Yes, this was heaven, after yesterday’s long flight from Boston to Athens, via New York and Paris, the arrival at the crowded Greek airport, the three hours sailing to Mykonos, the night spent on an uncomfortable hotel bed, and in the morning, the rush to visit the Pink Villa.
    Destiny had offered a reprieve from her hectic daily schedule and the exhausting month of preparation to win her case. She’d be stupid not to enjoy an evening of rest, admire Mykonos from the sea, and chitchat with a good-looking hunk before returning to her hotel.
    “Heaven…mmm…I find the happiness I seek…mmm.” Greek men, Apollo, handsome hunks…
    The cooling of the water brought back awareness. Ashley glanced at the fish-shaped clock hanging on the wall. Had she dozed? Probably. And she’d lingered too long in the green marble bathroom that was more fitting for a Hollywood celebrity than a struggling attorney.
    Hastily, she stood and stepped out of the tub, and then dried herself with an oversized scented towel. Rummaging in her bag, she extracted a thong that belonged to a bikini, and hesitated as she considered the skimpy piece. She didn’t expect to swim again but she hadn’t brought underwear with her when going to the beach in the morning, only the bottom part of a bathing suit—a micro suit bought in the Piraeus market—that no acquaintances were supposed to see. With a shrug, she slipped on the thong and a pair of printed yellow shorts, and then wore a sleeveless V-neck orange shirt. The dryer and magnifying mirror attracted her attention. Appreciating the amenities of the luxurious bathroom, she brushed her hair, letting it flow freely on her back, and applied her make-up.
    Ready to walk out, she glanced back at the tub she’d forgotten to empty and unplugged it to drain the water. The aromatic scent wafted to numb her mind once more. What would it be like to lie down in the tub with her gorgeous host?
    Counselor Sheppard, control your wandering thoughts, or you’ll be found guilty by reason of temporary insanity .
     Ashley burst out laughing, rolled her wet bikini in her towel and shoved it in her bag. In the bedroom, she considered the luxurious space with interest. Did Stefano sleep on satin sheets by any chance? Curious, she flipped over the golden bedspread and skimmed the sheets with her palm. The feel of satin twirled another round of forbidden images in her mind. Stefano rolling and tossing on the smooth sheet. Did he sleep without—
    Counselor Sheppard, enough .
    Ashley shook her head and went upstairs to the living room.
    Stefano lounged in a recliner, watching a soccer game on TV. He had changed into a pair of navy blue shorts and a white shirt that enhanced the dark tone of his face and arms. “Did you have a nice, relaxing bath?”
     “Very nice, thank you.”
    “Let’s go on the deck. You’ll have a better view of the island.”
    “Strange, I had the impression we already sailed, but the yacht is not moving now, right?”
    “We sailed while you were downstairs. And then Mikhali, my skipper and handy man, lowered the anchor to help Nina with our dinner. Nina is his fiancé. She’s also the maid and cook. They live on the yacht most of the time.”
    “How convenient.” A permanent honeymoon on this magnificent yacht.
    In fact, when they climbed to the sport deck, a round table had been set for two, and dressed with blue and yellow china over matching placemats. A flower arrangement of red