Page 21 of Loving the Greek Billionaire

“Mr. P has meetings in the groves the rest of the day, and I’ll be with him.”

“And what am I to do with the children?”

“Swim.” He smiled at her. “You can enjoy the pool or there’s an umbrella and chairs reserved on the beach for your use. Whenever you or the children get hungry, eat anywhere at the hotel and charge it to the room. On behalf of Mr. P, I do request you not leave the property.”

“No bodyguard,” she guessed.

“Correct.”

“That’s fine. We can save exploring for tomorrow. I think the kids could use a lazy afternoon.”

Rose checked the rooms and saw that not only had the luggage been brought up but everything had been unpacked as well. She wasn’t keen on having a stranger handle her personal items, but there was little she could do about it.

With swimsuits and sunscreen on, she and the children tromped down to the kids’ pool. They spent the afternoon splashing in the water and alternating between the beach and the pool.

Rose helped Adonis with his strokes and putting his face in the water while Nefeli built a sandcastle.

Nearly every hour, a staff member asked if they required any food, beverage, or extra towels.

When Rose heard Adonis’s stomach rumble, she decided it was time for dinner.

“But I want to stay,” Adonis protested.

“I know,” Rose said. “But your tummy needs food.” She ruffled his hair. “How about we eat, and then we can play with the large chess set before we get cleaned up for bed?”

“Yes!” He pumped a fist in the air.

“Adonis doesn’t know how to play chess,” Nefeli pointed out, piling the sand toys into a mesh bag.

“Well, then we’ll teach him.”

“But I don’t know how to play either,” Nefeli said.

“Then I’ll teach you both.”

They ate dinner on the deck under large umbrellas, and Rose enjoyed tryingmoussakaat the children’s insistence. They seemed scandalized that she was so unfamiliar with their native food.

After the chess game, they begged her for treats, so she got them croissants. They ate them on the beach as the sun set.

Adonis gave a big yawn.

“Time for bed,” Rose said. Back in their rooms, the children bathed and dressed in their pajamas. “I see you have a few books. Would you like a bedtime story?”

Adonis handed her a book with a dog on the cover. “I like this one.”

“Can I read by myself?” Nefeli held up a small chapter book.

“Of course.”

Rose read the book to Adonis, noting that Nefeli seemed to pay more attention to his book than her own.

Rose hugged and kissed each child and then turned out the lights. “I’ll leave the door open, so you can call if you need me.”

“Goodnight, Rose,” Nefeli said.

Adonis fell asleep instantly.

Stavros was right. The nap hadn’t derailed Adonis’s ability to fall asleep. Though whether the helicopter power nap would disrupt his sleep during the night remained to be discovered. She’d nannied once for a boy who would be up the same amount of time in the middle of the night that he napped during the day. She quickly learned not to let him nap more than fifteen minutes.