His Virgin Mistress

‘Mrs Ma

‘No,’ Her denial was swift. But then, as if realising she had been a little hasty, she added, ‘That is, your father won’t be joining us.’

‘Why not?’ Demetri’s eyes moved past her almost accusingly. ‘Is something wrong?’

‘He’s—tired, that’s all,’ she told him quietly, apparently not knowing what to do with her hands. She finally folded them together over her midriff, inadvertently drawing his attention to the narrow strip of pale flesh exposed between her top and her shorts. ‘He asked me to tell you he’ll see you later today.’

Demetri’s jaw clenched. He wasn’t used to being given news about his father from a third party. He’d had to comply while his father was in the hospital, but being given information by a doctor was vastly different from hearing it from her.

‘Are you sure you are telling me everything?’ he asked, regarding her from beneath lowered lids, and he felt rather than saw the quiver of emotion that rippled over her at his question.

But, ‘Of course,’ she said quickly. Then, to his surprise, ‘May I join you?’

Demetri frowned. ‘Please,’ he said without expression, but his thoughts were busy as she hurriedly seated herself in the chair across the table from his own. Was it only his imagination, or was this a deliberate attempt to divert him? He subsided again into his own chair. ‘Have you eaten?’

‘I—no.’ She moistened her lips. ‘But I’m not hungry. Perhaps I could have some coffee—’

She broke off as a white-aproned maid appeared at Demetri’s elbow. The girl—for she was little more—gave her employer’s son a proprietary smile before saying in their own language, ‘Can I get you anything else, kirie?’

Demetri hesitated. And then, deciding that Mrs Ma

The maid withdrew and Demetri, feeling a little more in command, lay back in his chair. ‘Tora,’ he said pleasantly, ‘perhaps you will now explain to me why my father is really not joining us for breakfast.’

A hint of colour entered her face. ‘I’ve told you—’

‘No.’ His denial was soft but implacable. ‘You have told me nothing. Are you saying he is not well enough to get out of bed?’

Her cheeks were definitely pink now. ‘He said to tell you he was going to be lazy this morning,’ she insisted. ‘I’ve explained that he’s feeling tired. The journey from England, yesterday’s reception, and then di

‘And entertaining a much younger woman?’ suggested Demetri dangerously. ‘Let us not forget your role in his recovery—or lack thereof. Whatever. Perhaps you are tiring him out, Mrs Ma

His words were unforgivable, and he knew a moment’s remorse at his own cruelty. He had no excuse for blaming her for his father’s weakness. Cancer didn’t discriminate between its victims, and he should be grateful that she had brought the old man some comfort during his convalescence. Grateful, too, that to all intents and purposes his father had beaten the disease. And who knew that she hadn’t had some part in that, as well?

Nevertheless, he despised himself for the sudden sympathy he felt when she turned her face away, blinking rapidly. She could be acting, of course, but he suspected he had upset her, and common sense told him that that was not the wisest thing to do. He had told Spiro he would handle this with kid gloves, but instead he was trampling finer feelings underfoot.

The return of the maid put an end to his self-admonishment. And if Joa

‘Afto ineh entaxi, kirie?’ Is that all right? the maid asked, looking at Demetri, and he drew a deep breath.

‘Ineh mia khara, efkharisto.’ It’s fine, thanks, he responded, but Joa

‘Did you order this?’ she demanded, uncaring that the maid was still standing beside the table, clearly understanding the tone of her voice, if not the words.

Demetri wasn’t used to being embarrassed in front of his staff, and a muscle in his jaw jerked spasmodically as he strove to hide his anger. ‘You have to eat something, Mrs Ma

A gesture of his hand sent the young maid scurrying back into the villa, but he was going to have no such swift compliance from Joa

Demetri was outraged. ‘You asked if you could join me, Mrs Ma

‘That was a mistake,’ she informed him, reaching for the pot of coffee and pouring herself a cup. Her hand was unsteady, he noticed, but he got little satisfaction from it. ‘It was before I realised what a small-minded, selfish boor you are!’

Her voice was shaking by the time she’d finished, but with an admirable dignity she got to her feet. Then, picking up her coffee cup, she turned away, evidently intending to drink it in more congenial surroundings.

‘Wait!’ Despite the resentment he was feeling, Demetri was loath to let her go like this. ‘Signomi,’ he said through clenched teeth. ‘I am sorry. I did not mean to offend you.’

‘No?’ She’d paused, regarding him with scornful eyes. ‘You virtually accuse me of exhausting your father with my demands and then try to tell me you didn’t mean to offend me? Come on, Mr Kastro. Surely you can do better than that?’

Demetri breathed deeply. ‘I spoke—without thinking,’ he declared, but he could see from her expression that she didn’t believe him.

‘On the contrary,’ she said, ‘I think you knew exactly what you were saying. You might wish you hadn’t exposed your feelings quite so openly, but that’s all. Don’t worry, Mr Kastro. I shan’t tell your father what you said. I, at least, have more respect for him than that.’

She would have turned away then, but he moved swiftly round the table to detain her. ‘All right,’ he said tersely, aware that she was looking up at him now with a certain amount of apprehension. ‘All right. You are right and I am wrong. It was a deliberate attempt to provoke you.’ He paused. ‘But, Theos, Joa

‘Why not?’ She blinked, and then said faintly, ‘You called me Joa

Demetri stifled an oath. ‘No,’ he said impatiently. Then, wearily, ‘You must surely see that it is ludicrous for us to call one another Mrs Ma

Joa

‘Let us take each day at a time,’ Demetri ventured, gesturing towards the breakfast table. ‘Please. Will you sit with me?’ He paused, and then added ruefully, ‘My coffee is getting cold.’

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