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Intrigued, Theo shifted his gaze away from her towards the butler.

He was far too curious about her. The butler hesitated in the doorway, lines of disapproval or perhaps just weariness etched on his lantern-jawed face. Leotokos will see you at dinner. She was, Theo thought, rather magnificent. She stood tall and proud, like a dark flame.

Her eyes were slate grey, her mouth a perfect pink curve. They came here to try to disarm the virus. You need the money? He'd come for one purpose only, and he didn't intend to reveal it to this woman, intriguing as she was. She looked almost comically disappointed at his admission.

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Even so, Theo felt himself react under that gaze, parts of him tense, tauten. With her flowing dark hair and silvery eyes, she was incredibly, icily beautiful.

Was she some sort of spy for Leotokos? A Mata Hari of the IT world? Theo watched her go in bemusement, for he still had no idea who she was or what she wanted. She wore a silvery sheath dress and her hair was caught up in a chignon. Elegant, refined, restrained. All as her father wanted. Sighing she turned away from the mirror and gazed out the window at the placid Aegean Sea.

The sun had begun to set and the tranquil surface shimmered with myriad lights. She had not been off this island since she was eighteen and returned from convent school.

Her life, she thought, not for the first time, had simply been a matter of exchanging one prison for another. But tonight she wanted to be done with prisons. One of them, she remembered, had actually stammered and backed away from her as if she were some Gorgon or harpy. But would Theo Atrikes be willing to break her out of this gilded cage?

Would he accept her trade of information for freedom? There was only one way to find out.

As she headed downstairs Ariana heard the muted clink of glasses and low rumble of conversation. Her father, with what she considered a rather sadistic impulse, liked to entertain his victims before they attempted to disarm the virus. He showed off his daughter and wife, provided a lavish meal, the best wines from his cellar. Then the hapless hopeful was given one of the villa's best bedrooms, and when dawn rose and a last meal had been served, her father ushered him--they'd all been men so far--into the study where the virus-infected computer was kept.

It was a devious and ruthless way to rid himself of any potential competitors, presented as no more than an entertaining challenge.

Now he was dressed in a charcoal grey suit, the only splash of color a crimson tie. She felt herself, incredibly and ridiculously, start to blush. Had his cheekbones always looked so sharp, his eyes so dark, the twist of his mouth so sardonic? She was being absurd. The last thing she wanted to do was develop some kind of schoolgirl crush on this man.

He was her possible means to an end, nothing more. Theo arched an eyebrow, inclined his head in acknowledgement. She refused to give in to the dark bitterness that always lapped at the fringes of her mind, the edges of her soul. She would not let her father steal her spirit. Theo raised his glass to his lips, his gaze resting thoughtfully on her.

Let him wonder. She would use this evening to decide if he was a worthy savior; only then would she tell him her intentions. Lifting her chin, she met Theo Atrikes's assessing gaze with a hard stare of her own, and yet she could not keep a shiver of awareness from stealing through her when, his eyes glinting, he slowly smiled back.

Leotokos had clearly spared no expense in preparing for his guest-- or victim, as the odious man most likely thought of him. With his paunchy middle, wet lips, and darkly flashing eyes, Miles Leotokos reminded Theo of a fat spider crouching eagerly in wait to entomb his victim in sticky threads.

He had no intention of being so ensnared. A blank-faced servant entered with the first course, slices of succulent melon artfully arranged with paper-thin slivers of prosciutto. It took a surprising amount of self-control to remain bland, even uninterested. Just the sight of Miles Leotokos in all his gluttonous avarice made Theo want to curl his hands into fists or even swing one of them right into that pouchy jaw.

This was the man who had ruined his father, and sent Theo and his mother into stark and grinding poverty. He didn't want the wily old bastard suspecting him already. Once I solve your little puzzle, we can work out the employment details. I like that. What did she want from him? Because he knew it was something. Her lithe body was as taut as a bow. He also knew, although Leotokos had buried the evidence, that he'd ruined the careers of the six young men who had attempted to disarm the virus.

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A few well-placed phone calls and insidious, whispered rumors and they'd become virtually unemployable, all in their early twenties. One had attempted suicide as a result. Do you like challenges? Yet she almost seemed angry, as if she wished he hadn't brought her to the table's attention. Glancing back at Ariana, her veiled gaze now firmly on her food, Theo doubted she wanted to be known Perhaps by anyone.

Theo felt a stab of sympathy.

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He'd never seen a more frightened, browbeaten woman in his life. How he hated the man.

He'd never met him before tonight, but he'd despised him for years for ruining his father, an honest man, if a tragically weak one.

Leotokos leaned back in his seat.

Creating a virus that no one seems able to destroy must have offered you a fair one. He wasn't sure how long he could remain in the same room as the oily, arrogant man without punching him. And that would certainly ruin both their evening, as well as make the job he'd come here to do all the more difficult.

He forced himself to relax, and he felt Ariana's gaze on him. When he looked up she saw she was frowning slightly.

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Home Books Romance. Save For Later. Create a List. The Stolen Bride by Abby Green.Home Books Romance. Ruthless in business and revered by many, Sebastian is at the top of his game professionally. The courses dragged on, and Theo felt himself getting more and more tense--as tense as the woman seated across from him.

And that would certainly ruin both their evening, as well as make the job he'd come here to do all the more difficult. A blank-faced servant entered with the first course, slices of succulent melon artfully arranged with paper-thin slivers of prosciutto.

Theo raised his glass to his lips, his gaze resting thoughtfully on her. His mouth curved in a grim smile. Then the hapless hopeful was given one of the villa's best bedrooms, and when dawn rose and a last meal had been served, her father ushered him--they'd all been men so far--into the study where the virus-infected computer was kept. One had attempted suicide as a result. This dinner, Theo thought, was going to be utterly interminable.