"I wasn't aware you knew of my relationship with your sister." Stavros tossed out the words suspiciously, for his relationship with Belinda had been a secret one. Bee had wanted to keep him that way. And he had respected her decision. But now he knew why she had been like that? Bee had been ashamed of him.
With a sudden frown, Stavros' heart sank low in his chest. "Are you going to speak or should I assume you have nothing useful to say and close the door on you?"
"I...I suspected of a relationship between you two."
Suspected? Stavros frowned. So she had suspected a relationship between him and her sister and yet she tried to seduce him. He hated women like her.
Seeing the look on his face, Dakota hurriedly added with a nervous laugh, "But I wasn't sure, not until I saw her breaking things off with you today."
Stavros couldn't tell if she was telling the truth or not. And it bothered him she had been there, and perhaps might have witnessed a lot of it. For a fleeting second, he wondered how much she must have heard that would warrant her to come here to offer apologies on behalf of her sister.
Belinda had said a lot of hurtful things to him, which was not her style. In fact, he didn't know her to be like that. Or did he ever know her? Suddenly he found himself wondering if she had been pretending when they were together. He wouldn't forgive her if she had pulled all that so she could have sex with him.
"So can I come in?" Dakota's voice forced him out of his reverie, and Stavros realized he was still standing at the door.
For a few seconds, Stavros hesitated. He didn't think it was a good idea to let her in, not after knowing what she was capable of.
But she looked him in the eye and said the one name that was capable of holding his attention anywhere. "Belinda, she..." Slowly, she lowered her head. "Well, I don't think I should be saying this..." Then avoiding eye contact altogether. "Maybe this was a bad idea." And turned around to go.
In a blink of an eye, Stavros caught her arm and paused her movement. "Wait," Stavros rasped. "What had Belinda said? How is she doing? What was it you wanted to tell me?"
Folding her arms under her breast, with a little smile, she caught his eyes eyed the door behind him and the message was loud and clear.
Stavros hesitated, but it wasn't for long because soon his curiosity got the best of him, and he opened the door so she could enter, following behind her.
As soon as the door closed, Dakota turned around and faced him. She was standing so close to him, the scent of the minty perfume she was wearing teased his nostrils. Stavros scowled. He wanted to look down his nose at her and show her how displeased he was about her little act, but she was almost as tall as him. He could do no such thing. And he was six feet tall!
Suddenly, Dakota turned and started looking around at his place. She was practically sightseeing and moving around from one spot to the other. Stavros didn't have the patience for that. The suspense was killing him, so he snapped,
"What had your sister said?" Hoping to draw her back into the subject.
Ignoring his question, she murmured, "Can I have a glass of water, please? I'm parched. I'll tell you what you want to hear when you return. I promise."
Her response did not suit Stavros, and for a moment he wanted to ask her to leave, but he couldn't. What if what she had to say was something that will help him understand why Belinda acted the way she did.
Reluctantly, Stavros turned to the kitchen to do as he was bid. Though he wasn't happy about it. When he returned bearing a glass of water, he was surprised to find a completely different scene waiting for him in his living room.
Dakota was lying on her stomach on his sofa and was wearing one of his shirts which he must have left lying around in the room. While she kicked her long, exposed slender legs seductively in the air. Her glorious brown hair falling on her back and arms.
The clothes she had been wearing earlier, disposed of and lying carelessly on the wooden floor beneath her. Stavros frowned.
Then she saw him, and sat up on the sofa quickly, flashing him a megawatt smile.
Dakota hadn't bothered to button up the shirt she was wearing. It was hanging open in the front and when Stavros's eyes landed on her naked breast. He froze, and his brain shut down.
Taking advantage of that momentary lapse in time, Dakota walked seductively to him and put her arms around his torso, hugging his body, and pressing her breast up against him. "I can take your pain away, Stavros," she whispered seductively.
Her slim small hands slid up from his back where it had been to the back of his neck, then she closed it around his jaw, and cupped his face. Pushing it down so she could level a kiss on his lips.
Everything up to that point happened very quickly and when Stavros regained his senses, he caught her hand. Fury shone in his eyes. "What the hell do you think you are doing?" And pushed her away.
Dakota landed with her back on the sofa. The shirt slipped off one shoulder, but that didn't deter her, because somehow now she was pissed. "Helping you to forget my sister," she snarled.
"I don't need your help," Stavros growled. "If I ever decide to forget your sister, it will be on my terms, and you wouldn't be involved. Now pick your clothes and get out."
"Do you seriously want to tell me you are not turned on? How can you resist this?" Dakota ripped the buttons on the shirt and her body became exposed. She was wearing a thong and her breast was naked.
Snarling, a curse under his breath, Stavros dropped the glass in his right hand on a nearby counter in fury and stalked towards her. "What the heck do you think you are doing?"
Leaning on the back of the sofa, Dakota pushed out all her hips to one side. Affecting a sexy pose and grinned. "You are sporting an erection."