Page 31 of Her Greek Protector
“Nai,that is why I left so suddenly. I couldn’t risk staying near Gemma and allowing her to get injured. I was protecting her.” He looked Aimee in the eyes. “I was right to leave. My yacht sinking was no accident, but an act of sabotage.”
“I don’t understand. How did someone sink your boat in the middle of the ocean? Gemma said you got caught up in a terrible storm.”
Alexi started pacing again. “We did, which makes no sense. My yacht was equipped with state-of-the-art radar equipment that could identify storms and disturbances as they occurred. We never saw the storm coming that sunk my ship.”
“Maybe the person threatening you figured out a way to hide the storm from your equipment?”
Alexi shook his head in denial. “That is not possible, at least…I don’t think it is.”
Aimee laughed derisively. “One thing I learned while working in Washington D.C. is that almost anything is possible with the right funding and motivation.”
“Vlasfimíes!”
Aimee stepped back at the vehemence in his voice. “Okay, I might not know what that word means, but it sounded like you were cursing?”
Alexi gave a single nod, his face showing how frustrated he was with this situation. “I am going for a swim to work off my frustration. Join me?” He looked towards the mostly closed bedroom door. “I can send for a maid to stay with Damien.”
Aimee bit her lip.
Alexi watched her expression carefully. There was a longing in her eyes to do exactly as he’d suggested. The chemistry between them was almost overwhelming. When her eyes moved down to his lips and her tongue moistened her bottom lip, it was all he could do to stay still and not claim her lips.
He wanted to kiss her again, a full-on, mouth-to-mouth, body-to-body kiss that made one’s entire body stand up and take notice. The kind of kiss that led to more.
She lifted her eyes back up to his. He saw a burning need mirroring his own. She nodded.
Alexi wasted no time, using the room phone to summon a maid from the main floor.
“Get your suit.” He told her.
“The program?” She nodded towards her computer.
Alexi looked at it. “We’ll leave it in my rooms where it won’t be disturbed.”
Aimee nodded, disappearing into her room. Alexi carried the laptop into his suite. When he returned, one of the senior maids stood in the room. As he gave her instructions, Aimee returned, a skimpy bikini in hand. A powerful jolt went through Alexi’s body at the thought of seeing Aimee with only those thin scraps of fabric to cover her.
Aimee smiled at the maid, handing her the baby monitor. “If he wakes up please come get me.”
The maid shook her head, looking to Alexi for help. He interpreted Aimee’s request, and beckoned Aimee to follow him into his rooms. He showed her the computer set down on a round table. “Will it be okay like this?”
Aimee looked the still working program over and checked that the laptop was securely plugged into the wall socket. “Yes. It looks like this could take a while. Whoever is sending you those emails doesn’t want to be found.” She pointed to the screen where a map of the world was outlined on the screen and a network of red lines crisscrossed back and forth across the screen. “Each of those lines represents another place the signal is being relayed.”
Alexi looked at the screen. “Those lines will eventually lead us to where the emails originated?”
“They should. That scan is only of the most recent email.” Aimee brushed her hair out of her face. “What are you going to do if it does lead you to the person making these threats against you?”
Alexi clenched his jaw. “I will make them pay.”
Aimee shivered. “I thought you were the nice twin.”
Alexi gave her a feral look. “No, I’m the patient twin. My patience has run out where this individual or group is concerned. I won’t quit until they are found and stopped.” He reached for her hand. “Let’s go swim.”
He was determined to either conquer his attraction to her, or give free rein to it. Sexual frustration was not something he was willing to endure when it was obvious there was mutual attraction between them.