Pollyanna and the Greek Billionaire (Innocent and Betrayed) Read Online Free

blush seemed genuine enough.
    “Who are you then?” she stammered.
    “Does it matter?” Excitement was starting to stir in his blood in a way that he had not felt in years. He thought about how she would react to the other things he could show her, in the most intimate ways, and his excitement deepened.
    In front of him, she was giving him another one of her ‘blowfish’ looks, and Kyr nearly smirked. A very cute blowfish she made, but it was still a blowfish, and he had never met a woman who could be so unguarded with her expressions like this one was.  
    “Of course it matters,” she was arguing with him. “I’m not that stupid. I won’t go anywhere with a stranger, especially someone like you.”
    He raised a brow. “Someone like me?”
    “Too rich for your own good,” she spelled out before hurrying to add red-faced, “No offense meant.”
    Kyr mentally rolled his eyes. Didn’t she know that insults lost their power when they were followed by apologies? Pulling out his phone from his board shorts’ pocket, he dialed a number and when it started to ring, he handed it to her. “He will vouch for me.”  
    “Who is it?” Her tone was extremely suspicious.
    Instead of answering, he deliberately surprised her by taking her hand, gently but firmly forcing her slender fingers to open so he could place his iPhone in her palm. “I’ll be waiting by the yacht.” He started walking away.
    She gasped. “You are so—”
    “And this time, I’ll give you…” He paused then said generously, “Two minutes.” He heard her gasp again, the sound teeming with frustration, and this time it did make him smile.

Chapter Two

    “Master Kyrillos?” The voice that answered the call on the stranger’s phone – the stranger who was not Chris – was immediately familiar to Pollyanna.
    “Abram?” she gasped.
    The voice on the other end of the line gasped as well. “Is that you, Polly?”
    It was Abram!
    “Oh God, Polly,” Abram groaned. “Why do you have Master Kyr’s phone? What did you do?”
    She didn’t know whether to feel confused or insulted. Why was he assuming this was her fault? And Master Kyr? Who the heck was—
    Pollyanna froze.  
    Wasn’t the name of Teleios’ reclusive owner… Kyrillos Gazis?
    “Polly? Are you there?”
    Paling, she whispered through dry lips, “A-Abram, am I using Kyrillos Gazis’ phone?”
    “Yes.” Abram’s tone was miserable. “What did you do, Polly?”
    She was beginning to feel faint. “I think I…” She couldn’t think straight, too busy trying to recall the things she had said. Had she unintentionally insulted him in any way? What if he got back at Abram because of it? Or even Ezio and Dinah?
    She suddenly remembered what she told him about Chris loaning Abram’s gear to her, and she whispered, “I think I got you into trouble.”  
    There was an audible gulp, but Abram answered her bravely, “Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s not your fault.”
    “It is,” she countered guiltily. “I thought he was Chris, you see, and I told him what you told me, so now he knows, and…” She winced at the way Abram let out a girlish squeak of terror.  
    “The thing is, Polly, I lied, too,” Abram admitted in a low, shamed voice. “I really don’t have any gear there, but Chris is my bud, and…” His voice trailed off.
    Feeling bad for Abram, Pollyanna forgot about her own worries and squared her shoulders, saying, “I’ll make things right, I promise.”
    “But Polly, Master Kyrillos isn’t the type—”
    She hurriedly cut him off, saying, “I, umm, got to go. I’ll call you later, okay?” The truth was, she didn’t want to hear anything discouraging about the island’s owner. She was already nervous as it was. She didn’t need to know more terrifying things about Kyrillos Gazis.  
    And then she belatedly remembered the warning issued to her.
    Two minutes… and she had what left?  
    Thirty or twenty seconds?
    “You almost didn’t make