The Greek Tycoon's Virgin Wife

Xandro eased the Bentley GT into the centre laneas traffic crawled through one intersection after another in a general exodus of Sydney's inner city.Streetlights vied with neon signs as the sun sank low on the horizon, streaking the western sky a brilliant red that subtly altered in hue as dusk descended and changed day into night.It had been a tough day, with two high-powered meetings, a conference call, and numerous demands on his time.He could do with a massage to ease the tension...except there wasn't time. In less than an hour he was due to attend a prestigious charity dinner.Alone.He was acquainted with several women, any one of whom would drop everything to share the evening with him, willingly providing scintillating conversation laced with coquetry and an invitation to share a bed.But he hadn't risen through the business ranks to head a financial empire by indulging in endless pleasure.An enviable quality inherited from his father? If so, it had to be one of a very few. A wry smile tugged his mouth. Yannis Caramanis had been best-known as a hard-nosed son-of-a-bitch, ruthless to the point of mercilessness, and rich as Croesus. Husband to no less than four wives, the first of whom had borne him a child...Alexandro Cristoforo Caramanis.A son destined to be an only child, for Yannis refused to consider an heir and a spare, thus creating rivalry, jealousy, dissent and the rupture of an empire he'd striven so hard to build.Subsequent wives had coveted his father's wealth and what it could do to gild a life of endless pleasure and social status. Until the gilt wore off and they were discarded for the next beautiful young thing. Arm candy. Very serious arm candy whom Yannis ensured were each gifted no more than their due via water-tight pre-nuptial agreements.Xandro rolled his shoulders, eased the Bentley forward through a set of traffic lights and took the New South Head road to suburban Vaucluse.The soft, intrusive burr of his BlackBerry brought a muttered imprecation, and he extracted the unit, checked caller ID, let it go to message-bank and switched the unit to mute.Success brought responsibilities...too many, he mused, for modern technology ensured he was constantly available, twenty-four by seven.And while he relished the cut and thrust of high-powered business...excelled in it, he allowed wryly...there were other challenges in life he needed to explore.One in particular.Marriage.Family.One woman who was honest and without artifice, who'd occupy his bed, make his house a home, be a charming hostess, and provide him with children.Someone who had little illusion about love, and was prepared to view marriage as a business proposition without the complication of emotion.Affection, the exultation of the sexual act...but love? What was it?He'd loved his mother with a child's love, only to have it taken away from him. As to his step-mothers...each of them had had only one goal in mind. Yannis' money, the gifts and the lifestyle.A child was a nuisance and better served to be tucked away in an expensive-boarding school with term breaks spent at various exclusive holiday camps overseas.He learnt very early to succeed in order to gain his father's attention. Consequently he excelled at everything.And when Yannis had settled him into a lowly position within the Caramanis empire, he fought hard to prove his worth. So hard, there was no time for social frivolities.The effort had earned himYannis'pride, a stake in his father's empire, multimillionaire status... and the attention of women.Some more clever than most, and one in particular who had almost convinced him to put his ring on her finger.Almost.Except a precautionary investigation had revealed deBianchin, Helen is the author of 'The Greek Tycoon's Virgin Wife', published 2007 under ISBN 9780373234332 and ISBN 0373234333.