LOVE IN THE DARK

“So, what do you want me to do about it, Adrastos?”“You do absolutely nothing, Craig,” replied in a very calm manner Adrastos Evander Leventis, while sitting behind his desk, absorbed in the business report spread open in front of him.          Craig Hardy continued to hover like a man in a quandary, frowning behind his spectacles because doing nothing wasn’t an option his employer could afford to take.“Adrastos, you know she is somewhere out there… And that she could make trouble,” he dared to offer, all too aware that the younger man didn’t take kindly to interference into decisions he made about his private life.          When it came to a cut-throat mentality, Adrastos was a chip off the old block.  When Kosmas Leventis, his father, had become ill and died suddenly three years ago, no one had expecte

          In her endless efforts to make his life as comfortable as she could possibly make it for him, Electa had created a monster. A bone-selfish, petulant man-child who thought it was more than alright to steal someone else’s money if it got him what he wanted.          What was it Adrastos had said during one of their fights about her brother?          ‘You are in danger of creating a life-wasting lout if you don’t stop it.’           Well, that damned prediction had come true with a vengeance, Electa thought, only to toss that aside again with a stubborn shake of her head. For what gave Adrastos the right to criticize the way she’d handled a rebellious teenager when his own privileged upbringing had given him everything he wanted at the nod of his handsome d

         Electa sucked in a breath, not wanting to think of him like that anymore. Not wanting to recall anything intimate about their time spent here together or the fact that there were times when they’d actually lived here in peace.           Yet, right on the back of that desire not to remember, Electa saw herself, curled up in his recliner with her cheek supported on a cushion she’d filched from a living room sofa, slender white fingers idly twirling a ringlet of hair while she reading a book.           ‘Sweet times from another life…’           Her throat began to hurt. Bare pink toes curling and uncurling in time with the music playing softly in the background. A glass of wine and a snack within lazy reaching distance and her handsome dark husband right there, with her... as always…

          Electa knew those words… She already heard those words so many times when they were making love or when he just held her in his arms after a long hard day… She moaned with angry triumph, then went for the kill with a lethal precision he really should have been ready for.          She sank her teeth into his full and pulsing sexy lower lip. With a grinding growl of reaction, Adrastos bent her into such an acute arch that she cried out. The next thing Electa knew he was kissing her so deeply she lost the ability to do anything else but cling.          Electa absolutely loved the way he kissed her… As if he had to, as if he’d go crazy if he didn’t and had nearly waited too long. Her heart went crazy, another anxious, helpless moan sounded deep in her throat, and her breasts were crushed against his chest now, their

          Electa felt suddenly as if she was suffocating. A sizzle of self-awareness imprisoned her breath. Adrastos was looking at what she was wearing, his too-dark eyes coming alive with a glow which highlighted their true rich brown color as he swept them down over her black mini-skirt with green patterns teamed with a flimsy black chiffon top.          The tension began to throb between them as Adrastos followed the way the skirt clung to her tiny waist and fell in soft gathers three-quarters of the way up her lengthy thighs. Without the matt black tights, the skirt would be indecent. With the tights what that tiny skirt did for the length of her legs was nothing short of sensational.          What the flimsy top did for the high, firm rounded breasts he could see moving behind the gauzy fabric was, however, a different thing ent