A Wedding For The Greek Tycoon (Greek Billionaires Book 2) by Rebecca Winters Page B

and unbuckled her seat belt.
    She thanked the pilot and climbed out of the helicopter wearing one of her new outfits. The navy cotton dress with the white print had a crew neck and sleeves to the elbow. It was summery light, yet had a certain classy look she felt would be appropriate for the job.
    When Vasso walked her to the stairs that led to an elevator, she felt his gaze travel over her. Hopefully he approved of her choice of dress. But the second Zoe entertained the thought she was irritated with herself that he was on her mind way too much. The fact that his home was so close to the center meant she’d probably see him more often than she would have imagined. It shouldn’t thrill her so much.
    “This is a private elevator,” he explained as they entered. “The hospital takes up three floors. On the second floor there’s a walkway to the three-floor convalescent center. Yiannis’s office is on the main floor off the foyer at the main entrance.”
    They exited the elevator and walked along the corridor of one wing, passing a set of doors with stained-glass inserts signifying the chapel. Zoe looked around. “I love the Hellenic architecture.” Their eyes met for a moment. “It flows like the sculpture of a Greek temple.”
    Her comment seemed to please him. “When we had it built, we tried to preserve the flavor of the island. The kitchen and cafeteria are in the other wing. The eating area extends outside the doors to the patio overlooking the water.”
    “A hospital built in the middle of paradise,” she mused aloud. “If I’d been privileged to recover here, I know I would have lived on the patio. To be near the sea would be heavenly.”
    When they came to the foyer filled with exotic plants and tubs of flowers, he smiled warmly at a woman probably fifty years old who appeared to run the reception area. “Hebe.” He kissed her cheek.
    The other woman beamed. “Yiannis said you were coming. It’s always good to see you.”
    “The feeling is mutual. Kyria
Lasko, I’d like you to meet
Thespinis Zoe Zachos from New York City. She’s here for an interview with Yiannis.”
    “Ah? I hope it means what I think it means.” Her friendly brown eyes were so welcoming Zoe was able to relax a little.
    “How do you do, Kyria
Lasko?” She shook hands with her.
    “Call me Hebe.”
    After being around a cold Alexandra for a whole year, Hebe Lasko was like a breath of fresh air. “Thank you.”
    “Hebe is the head of our business office located down the other hall,” he explained, “but she’s been doing double duty as Yiannis’s assistant.”
    Zoe turned to him. “You mean this front desk is where I would work?” she asked quietly.
    He nodded. “Yiannis’s office is through that door behind the desk. Let’s go.”
    She followed him around the counter where he knocked on the door and was told to enter. Vasso ushered her inside and her first thought was that she’d entered a room in a naval museum.
    There were models of ships on the shelving and several framed photographs of the former military leader in dress uniform. Other small photographs showed him with his striking wife. What an attractive man he was with gray hair and dark brown eyes!
    As the two men embraced, she noticed he was shorter than Vasso and was dressed in a short-sleeved white shirt and dark trousers. They exchanged comments and his hearty laugh filled the office. Then his eyes swerved to Zoe.
    “So, Vasso... I see you’ve brought along a visitor. A very lovely one at that. Is this some kind of announcement you’re making?”

CHAPTER FOUR
    T HE INFERENCE COULDN ’ T have been more obvious. Zoe tried to repress a groan.
    “In a way, yes! I’ve found you the assistant you’ve been needing. Yiannis? Meet Thespinis Zoe Zachos. She was born and raised in New York City, and she’s a bilingual Greek American. I was so impressed with her I plucked her away and brought her here. I’m going to leave the two of you to get acquainted