His Shock Marriage In Greece. Jane Porter

to the deck. She could see him run his hand across his jaw, once, and then again. He was battling himself, she thought. He was battling and she didn’t even know his fight, but whatever it was, she was firmly on his side. She had to be. She had chosen him, and she’d wanted a new life. A different life. She’d wanted to be an Alexopoulos, and not a Dukas, and if she wasn’t careful he’d cart her back to the mainland and she’d be back with her father, which was the last place she wanted to be.

      Kassiani followed him outside. Clouds half covered the moon, casting shadows on the deck. She couldn’t see Damen’s face clearly. But his shoulders were rigid, and even from this angle, he looked utterly unapproachable.

      “Damen.”

      “Go back inside. I can’t think clearly with you near me.”

      “Maybe that’s good.”

      “It’s not.”

      The night had cooled and a wind blew, tugging at her hair, and the label of her thick white robe. “Please, just give me a chance—”

      “For God’s sake, do not beg, Kassiani.”

      “Just give me a chance. One chance. That’s all I ask.”

      “Why?”

      “I want out. I want a life away from my family—”

      “You’re not going to get a happy family with me.”

      “I’m not asking for a fairy tale. I’m not pretty and popular. I find dating a nightmare. I’m so awkward but at the same time, I’m practical. I know you were marrying my sister because you wanted heirs. Obviously she’s not ready to marry and be a mother, but I am. I want children. I’ll be a good mother, too. So give me a chance to show you I could be a good wife, and...please...you. If I can’t, and you have no...interest...despite my best efforts, then I will go home, and I’ll accept your decision. But I can’t accept rejection before I’ve had a chance to prove myself—”

      “This isn’t about you,” he gritted, spinning around, features twisted. “This is about your father manipulating me—”

      “But you got everything you wanted...the deals, the ports, the ships, the agreements, everything but Elexis. And you said you didn’t love her, so why can’t I be a substitute bride? Why can’t I be the woman to give you your children? Is it because I’m so much plainer?”

      “No.”

      “You protested too quickly.” She struggled to smile. “I don’t believe you. But that’s okay. I know what I look like—”

      “Stop it, Kass!” He grabbed her by the upper arms and gave her a shake. “Stop this madness. Because it is madness. I may not have been born with much, but I would never take a woman against her will, and you were forced into this marriage by your father to save his hide, not yours.”

      “But that’s not true. This marriage saves mine. This marriage gets me out.” Her voice broke. Tears fell. “I hated living in that house on Nob Hill. I have never fit in, never belonged, and I’m fully aware of who I am in that family. I’m the ugly one. The embarrassing one. The one they choose to leave behind. Marrying you lets me escape that legacy. You give me a new life, and a future.”

      “You’ll be no happier with me.”

      She hesitated, a lump welling in her throat, a lump so big it made swallowing hurt. “I know it’s not easy to look at me—”

      “Good God!” He gave her another shake. “Do not say such things. You are not your sister, but you are not ugly, not even remotely ugly.” His grip eased, his hands half sliding down her arms. “Don’t ever say such a thing again because it’s a lie and you seem far too intelligent to believe lies and mistruths.”

      Her head jerked up and she searched his face. “Could you make love to me?”

      “Kassiani.”

      “You can’t imagine it?”

      “That’s not the point.”

      “But it is. If I can please you, and prove to you I’m a good wife, you might realize this is the right marriage.” Her chin lifted, her expression provocative, despite the trace of tears. “So do we have a deal, Damen Alexopoulos? I know you like making deals, so make one with me.”

      “This is a terrible deal.”

      “Because if you lose, you’re stuck with me?”

      “No, because if you lose, you’ll apparently be weeping all over my villa and I’ll feel like a—oh, what is the word in English? A beast? An ogre?”

      “A schmuck.”

      “A schmuck,” he echoed.

      “But I won’t be weeping and you won’t have to feel like a schmuck if you give me a fair chance. I understand your objections. I know you don’t want me. I know you have no feelings for me. But history is filled with arranged marriages and many of them turned out to be good partnerships. Beneficial relationships. Why can’t we be one of those?”

      “So how do we know who wins?”

      “You give me to dawn. If we consummate our marriage tonight, I win. If we don’t, you win, and you can have your security return me to the villa first thing in the morning.”

      He sighed and dragged a hand through his thick dark hair, rifling it on end. “Do you have a plan, kitten?”

      “I do. I’m going to seduce you.”