Seduced into the Greek's World. Dani Collins

of vengeance. Exploiting the innocent was one of the few things he tried not to do. The vulnerable were meant to be protected. His upbringing had taught him that much.

      That was why he worked so hard to prove he wasn’t innocent or vulnerable. He was jaded and impervious.

      Why was he dwelling on any of it?

      He crossed to the bar and poured himself a drink, scowling at Natalie’s coat, thinking, I’m finished with her.

      While her voice repeated in his head. Walk of shame, walk of shame, walk of shame.

      * * *

      Natalie was proud of herself for thinking to take the stairs last night. She’d run down them as though she’d been pursued, and had told herself she was shaking and breathless from the exercise, not as a reaction to intense lovemaking and a kind of shock.

      That wasn’t supposed to have happened!

      Dinner, okay. That was fine. Going to the club had been ill-advised, but not terrible. A kiss good-night? Generally acceptable after a date, even if kissing that particular man was a bad idea.

      Sex? She honestly hadn’t planned that and couldn’t believe she’d been so swept up that she’d gone through with it. In the front room!

      At least anyone watching the elevator lights would have seen it stop at her floor then stop at the penthouse without any sign of it returning down to hers. And people would watch for little signals like that. As much as she loved her job and the people she worked with, she knew they were the usual assortment of society. Most were wonderful and generous, but some lived for gossip and drama.