The Greek's Acquisition. Chantelle Shaw
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CHANTELLE SHAW enjoyed a happy childhood making up stories in her head. Always an avid reader, Chantelle discovered Mills & Boon as a teenager and during the times when her children refused to sleep, she would pace the floor with a baby in one hand and a book in the other! Twenty years later she decided to write one of her own. Writing takes up most of Chantelle’s spare time, but she also enjoys gardening and walking. She doesn’t find domestic chores so pleasurable!
The Greek’s Acquisition
Chantelle Shaw
ISBN: 978-1-408-97443-8
THE GREEK’S ACQUISITION
© 2012 Chantelle Shaw
Published in Great Britain 2020
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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Contents
ATHENS at two-thirty on a summer’s afternoon baked beneath a cloudless sky. A heat haze shimmered above the steps leading to the entrance of Kalakos Shipping, and the glare from the sun seemed to set the office block’s bronzetinted glass windows aflame.
The automatic doors parted smoothly as Louise approached them. Inside, the décor was minimalist chic, and the air-conditioned atmosphere was as hushed as a cathedral. Her stiletto heels reverberated excruciatingly loudly on the black marble floor as she walked up to the desk.
The receptionist was as elegant as the surroundings, impeccably dressed, her face discreetly made up. Her smile was politely enquiring.
‘My name is Louise Frobisher. I’m here to see Dimitri Kalakos.’ Louise spoke in fluent Greek. One of the only good things to come from her nomadic childhood was that she had developed a flair for learning languages.
The receptionist glanced at the appointments diary on the desk and her expertly shaped brows drew together in a faint frown.
‘I’m sorry, but Mr Kalakos does not appear to have an appointment with you, Miss Frobisher.
Louise had planned for such a response. ‘My visit is on a personal, not a business matter. I assure you Mr Kalakos will be delighted to see me.’
The statement strained the truth thinner than an overstretched elastic band, she acknowledged. But she had gambled on the fact that Dimitri had a reputation as a playboy, and that with luck the reception staff would believe she was one of his—according to the gossip columns—numerous mistresses. That was the reason she was wearing a skirt several