A Perfect Love: International Billionaires VI: The Greeks by Caro LaFever

try and reason with you anymore.”
    “Good.” He took two paces down the hall before returning, closer this time, more threatening. “There’s no whining, no weeping, no wheedling that’s going to deter me from this.”
    “I can demand a legal summons.”
    “You can.” Leaning closer, invading her personal space, his heat swept around her like a swath of danger. “And you’ll get it.”
    “That’s what I want.” She stepped back, trying to get away from him and his heat.
    “But you’ll lose far more than you gain, kardiá mou .” Threat no longer merely edged his words, they were filled with it. “I will make sure of it.”

Chapter 4
    R afe stared at his laptop and wrestled with his brain. He needed to answer the ten emails his PA had stated were most important. Then he had to Skype with the manager in charge of studying the potential of a patent they were thinking of acquiring. Finally, he must review and approve the quarterly budget within the next couple of hours.
    He didn’t want to do any of it. Not one single item.
    “Throw it over here, A!” There was an adolescent squeak at the end of the shout, yet it didn’t lessen the volume or the punch of the command.
    He glanced at the boys.
    The enclosed pool lay at the top of the hotel, surrounded by walls of glass looking down on the center of London. A line of potted palm trees mixed around the dozens of unoccupied, green lounge chairs. The pool was empty except for his two nephews. But by the amount of water splashing onto the white tile, the amount of screeching and yelling, the amount of arm-waving and leg-kicking, a man could think an army of a thousand had descended to make mayhem and cause destruction.
    “My turn,” Aarōn shouted loud enough to make Rafe’s eardrums ring.
    This morning he’d been confronted with two very different boys than the ones he’d met the day before. He supposed he should have expected this. They’d been tired; they’d been through a trauma. Naturally, they’d be more subdued than normal. He also had several nieces and nephews. True, they were younger than the twins, but he’d experienced numerous tantrums and several episodes of squealing and screaming.
    He knew kids.
    Yet he didn’t know teenagers, did he?
    He’d been surprised.
    Aarōn and Isaák had burst from their hotel bedroom like rambunctious, runaway cubs. They’d devoured the breakfast Rafe had ordered in something less than nine seconds. They’d then proceeded to charge onto the terrace, running up and down its length as if they were competing in the next Olympics. Before he could voice some concern about their climbing on the railing, they’d swooped inside and began arguing about what movie they were going to order.
    All before he’d managed to finish his coffee.
    He’d admit only to himself he’d started to feel slightly overwhelmed. Slightly out of his element. However, before the thought had formed into a tight knot in the center of his chest, she’d appeared. With one single sentence from her, the boys had turned into docile lambs. And he’d been relieved.
    Relieved.
    His fingers tightened around the edge of the laptop lying on one of the glass tables strewn around the pool.
    “You can’t stop me!” Isaák’s face filled with glee as he yanked the rubber ball from his brother’s hands and dived under the water.
    His brother roared in protest and lunged for the feet flapping in Isaák’s wake.
    They had ignored him from the moment they’d left their bedroom to the last hour he’d been supervising them here in the hotel pool.
    Rafe snorted. Supervised .
    He didn’t think sitting here watching the boys splash all the water from the pool would be classified as supervising.
    This whole situation had been her suggestion. Those devious green eyes had turned cunning as she suggested the twins might like to go to the pool. At first, he’d thought it a good idea. With this noisy, distracting crew out of his sight, he could get his work