His Reputation Precedes Him. Кэрол Мортимер

these past few minutes to form that frown between those golden eyes. Whatever they had been, he certainly didn’t hold out a lot of hope for Glen Asher’s chances of sharing her bed tonight. ‘It was a pleasure to meet you both.’

      ‘And you,’ Glen assured him warmly.

      It was a warmth that was in no way reflected in Eva’s incredible gold eyes, and she made no effort to echo her escort’s enthusiasm. ‘We’ll wish you a good evening, then, Mr Lyonedes.’

      His eyes laughed down into hers. ‘I believe you called me Markos earlier.’

      ‘Did I?’ she dismissed coolly. ‘How over-familiar of me!’

      Not familiar enough for Markos. He turned to watch Eva and her escort cross the room to make their excuses to their host before leaving. All without those amber-gold eyes giving so much as a glance back in his direction.

      Markos continued to watch the sensuous sway of those curvaceous hips so lovingly outlined in that clinging red gown, and made a silent promise to himself as the doorman closed the door behind Eva’s departure.

      A promise that one day—or night; it didn’t really matter what time it was!—he would hear Eva scream his name as he made love to her.