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

it.” His tone was lazily amused, and pure wickedness gleamed in his compelling hazel eyes as he watched Pollyanna climb up into his yacht, collapse on the deck, and fight to catch her breath afterwards.  
    She wanted to kill him, but she was too tired to lift a muscle. Getting to his yacht in half a minute was no joke, especially when he had it moored a short distance away from the shore.
    Still flat on her back on his deck, she opened her eyes and told him hopefully, “You can’t be as evil as you seem to be, right?”
    Kyrillos Gazis only smiled. Bending down to take his phone from her hands, he asked with sham concern, “Has Abram allayed all your fears then?”
    She made a face at him. “You. Know. He. Would.” But her retort sounded a thousand times lamer than it should have been, with the way she was still trying to catch her breath. I’m going to exercise more after this, Pollyanna vowed to herself.
    With her expressive face revealing her every thought, Kyr struggled to rein in his amusement. When he was certain he could speak evenly, he said, “Follow me, please. And I’ll give you just thirty seconds to stand up this time.”
    Pollyanna groaned, but knowing she was in no position to argue, she forced herself to move. “Tyrant,” she muttered under her breath.
    “I heard that,” he said over his shoulder.
    “You were meant to,” she retorted.
    He laughed.  
    As Pollyanna followed behind him, she tried to rack her brains of whatever she knew about Kyrillos Gazis. A billionaire, she thought after a moment. She had definitely read somewhere that he was a billionaire . But unlike other billionaires, he was no playboy , she also recalled reading.  
    “Are you really not a playboy?” she blurted out loud.
    Kyr almost lost his footing at the unexpected question. Halting in his tracks, he spun to face her. “Excuse me?”
    “Sorry,” she said awkwardly. “I was just curious.”
    He raised a brow. “Do you want me to be a playboy?”
    It was her turn to be shocked. “Uh…” What kind of question was that? She couldn’t even imagine any other boy she knew who would think of asking the same thing. It was just so…
    Manly.
    The word came out of nowhere, but she knew, as soon as she thought it, that there was no better way to describe him.
    Her gaze met the billionaire’s, and what she saw in his eyes made Pollyanna feel the strangest thing.
    It started as the faintest tingle, but the electrifying sensation spread swiftly all over her body until she was almost beside herself with restlessness. She suddenly felt empty and aching and she didn’t understand why. Her breasts also felt different, like they were heavy and swollen, like they had to be… what?
    A shadow fell over her, and she gasped upon finding that the billionaire was standing right in front of her, so close that she smelled the scent of his aftershave, something masculine and exotic, which was exactly what he was.
    This close, she became even more aware at how extraordinarily beautiful he was, like someone who was created to prove that Greek gods did exist. Those eyes were too intensely sexy, that nose too aristocratic, and his cheekbones to die for. His jawline was strong and hard, and oh Lord, let her not get started on the perfect shape of his lips—
    Wait. A. Minute.
    Where were all these horrendously shameful thoughts coming from?
    Her eyes flew to the billionaire’s in miserable confusion, and oh, dear Lord, was it just her imagination or were those hazel eyes of his smirking at her knowingly?
    One thing became clear to her then.
    She had to leave before things got any…stranger.
    “I, uh, just remembered something, uh…”  
    But just as she turned around, desperate to leave before she did anything stupid – which Pollyanna was terrified she was bound to do in the billionaire’s strangely hypnotic presence – she heard him say, “You haven’t answered my question.” His voice was seductively low, and dear Lord, the