Page 23 of Her Greek Protector

Aimee’s legs cramped beneath her and she pushed away from him. “I need a chair…”

“Come.” Alexi rose to his feet, still keeping hold of her hand. He pulled her towards the other balcony door.

Belatedly, Aimee dug her heels in. “Damien’s asleep in my room…”

Alexi nodded once and then changed direction, pulling her towards the doors she’d exited only moments before. He went straight to the couch and then pulled her down next to him, relaxing back into the cushions and closing his eyes.

Aimee opened her mouth to tell him how much she resented his high-handed ways, but her anger dissipated as she settled next to him, compassion for him moving her to offer him whatever comfort she could. There were deep creases in his forehead, a visible sign that his head was hurting. His skin had a gray pallor to it, and his hands were slightly clammy. “You really are hurting, aren’t you?” she murmured softly, reaching up to smooth a hand across his brow, unable to stop herself.

Her libido kicked in, urging her to smooth her hand over the rest of his body. She bit her lip and chided herself mentally.He’s a hurting man and you’re thinking about sex. Get a hold of yourself, Aimee. Geez, he’s so out of your league to start with, what are you thinking! He’s a wealthy guy who has already shown you he likes to call the shots. He might make your panties damp, but he represents everything you’re trying to get away from. You’re calling the shots now. Don’t forget that.

She began to massage his hand, searching for the pressure points she knew would offer him some relief from the building pressure behind his temples. She could help ease his headache and then send him on his way. “Just relax.”