Though she's in love with Andreas, her gorgeous Greek boss, Beth Farley feels he views her as just another piece of office furniture. But Andreas's brother, the arrogant, wealthy Theo Kyriakis, has a plan. If Beth pretends to be his lover, Andreas will surely want what he can't have....
One makeover later, Beth has gone from sensible secretary to sensational bombshell! Now she'll show her beloved boss what he's been missing! But Beth soon realizes she wants someone else to initiate her into the world of pleasurable abandon far more...Theo!
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March 31, 2011
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Excerpt from Beauty and the Greek by Kim Lawrence
Theo did not break stride as he walked across the room, but the expression on his dark lean features bore signs of lingering disbelief. Was he imagining it or had he just received a reprimand from his brother's mousey little secretary? Extraordinary!
He replayed the scene in his head. When she'd deigned to glance up from her computer screen it had only been to dish up a look of supreme contempt before she'd politely explained that he was expected--adding, primly, half an hour ago.
He almost laughed but amusement rapidly tipped over into annoyance. The woman who ran his brother's professional life had irritated him from day one; there was just something about her. He couldn't pin it down--it wasn't just her prim pedantic manner, though that did grate on him, or even her overprotective attitude towards his brother.
Theo did not require the love or approval of those on his payroll, but he couldn't help but wonder when and how he had ever given her reason to view him as a dark force of evil.
She might privately have cast him as a villain in her own private melodrama--the woman did have a definite repressed Victorian thing going on--but up until today she had always been scrupulously polite in their dealings, even while projecting a level of hostility that was, quite frankly, bizarre.
He didn't know what her problem was, and he didn't want to know. He was prepared to cut her some slack because she was competent--actually, competence was the one thing she had in her favour. The same could not be said of many of her predecessors. Andreas's weakness for a pretty face meant that aptitude and ability frequently came at the bottom of his list of requirements during the interview process.
But Elizabeth Farley's ability not to go into meltdown when organising his brother's diary or the fact that she did not need to leave midway through a working morning to have her nails done didn't change the fact that she would not have been Theo's own first choice or even his last. But then, unlike his brother, he did not enjoy being the object of slavish adoration.
A flicker of distaste crossed his face as he considered the spaniel-like devotion and dedication she displayed that went way beyond the call of duty, but not, he suspected, as far as she would like it to go, not that anything was ever going to happen unless she ditched the ugly suits, grey in winter, taupe in summer.
His brother had no problem with slavish adoration but the women in Andreas's life could all have stepped from the pages of a fashion magazine--several had.
Female fashion was not a subject that was high on Theo's agenda of interesting topics but he appreciated confident women who made the effort to look good. The only effort Elizabeth Farley appeared to make was to hide any sign of her femininity.
The woman clearly had major issues but they were none of his concern. Being treated with an appropriate degree of respect in the workplace was, however, and while Theo did not expect grovelling sycophancy from employees within the building that bore his family name, he did not expect to be admonished by junior members of staff when he visited.
He had rarely--actually, never--been called upon to remind anyone who was boss, but he decided that this young woman needed to have her bubble of self-importance pricked.
When he stopped a few feet short of his brother's office door it was Theo's intention to do just that.
He turned and, slipping a button in his immaculately tailored jacket, cleared his throat. The small figure hunched behind the desk lifted her head and Theo's expression froze in icy put-down mode; behind the hideously unattractive...