now.”
He placed his plate on the coffee table. Sakis turned to face Cassie, and slid his hand underneath her hair to grip her behind her neck tightly.
Inhaling deeply, she forced herself to relax as she stared into his eyes and waited for his response.
“I like what you did with your hair, Cassandra,” Sakis stated almost absently.
“Thank you.”
As he leaned in closer to her, he did not release his hold but instead, brought her closer to him as his voice lowered to a whisper.
“I am going to be honest with you. I have no idea what I want from you either, which is one of the reasons I wanted to spend more time with you. It was with a hope to get to know you better and you me, so that maybe, I could figure it out. As far as being socially inept…” Sakis shrugged. “There is much that you will learn with our time together. You can either embrace it, or you can continue to feel inept. One of the things I have noticed about you in the very short time we have known each other is that you are extremely intelligent and are not afraid to speak your mind. I hope that you continue to do this.”
“And you would not think any less of me?”
“Of course not, because it is a wish of mine to keep an open communication with you.”
Cassandra’s slender lips curved up slightly and formed a half smile. “I have the distinct feeling that I am going to have to remind you of this conversation sometime in the near future.”
His head lowered further; his lips almost touched hers. “Now, in that, I have no doubt.”
When he released her unexpectedly, Cassie had to stop herself from falling back against the cushion. She felt disappointed that he had not kissed her, curious what it would feel like to have his mouth against hers and was even more shocked to realize that she had wanted him to.
He pulled her up to stand next to him. “Come, let me give you a tour of my home.”
CHAPTER 8
Cassandra stared at the photographs that lined the wall of the hallway. Sakis had stepped away again, this time to take a call that he had said couldn’t wait; she was left alone with her own thoughts. She hadn’t minded a few minutes to herself. The tour of the mansion had taken a long time. There had not been one door that he had not opened, and she was struck by the number of bedrooms and bathrooms. Every room was pristine, perfect, and some suites even seemed to have a theme, yet all were untouched. This was a showcase home, and several times, even Sakis seemed surprised at what was behind some of the doors, causing her to laugh at him through the process. There was not one statue, wall art, or pillowcase that gave her any idea of who he was as a man. She was filled with loneliness and compassion. Here was someone who obviously had millions of dollars, yet his home felt empty, devoid of warmth.
Now, as she stood in the hallway, she had a different feeling altogether. The wall was filled with photographs. Cassie stared at face after face in the pictures, seeing the same dark hair and eyes as Sakis’s. Many of the people in the photographs looked as if they could be his family, with the same strong features, black hair, olive skin, and dark eyes. Now, here, was a true testament to who he was or had been. In viewing photograph after photograph, the distance between their two worlds seemed to stretch and expand even further. Here, the pictures did what the grand house with all of its fine art and pieces of furniture could not.
Her reality was she had no one to call family. There were no pictures of siblings spread throughout her room. No mother or father, aunts or uncles. No phone numbers to call, just to say hello. It never bothered her being an only child until that moment. Sakis’ richness wasn’t in the house, but covered on his walls, yet she wasn’t sure he even knew how wealthy he was.
With her arms wrapped around her waist, she walked slowly and took in every picture frame. There were old and young people
He placed his plate on the coffee table. Sakis turned to face Cassie, and slid his hand underneath her hair to grip her behind her neck tightly.
Inhaling deeply, she forced herself to relax as she stared into his eyes and waited for his response.
“I like what you did with your hair, Cassandra,” Sakis stated almost absently.
“Thank you.”
As he leaned in closer to her, he did not release his hold but instead, brought her closer to him as his voice lowered to a whisper.
“I am going to be honest with you. I have no idea what I want from you either, which is one of the reasons I wanted to spend more time with you. It was with a hope to get to know you better and you me, so that maybe, I could figure it out. As far as being socially inept…” Sakis shrugged. “There is much that you will learn with our time together. You can either embrace it, or you can continue to feel inept. One of the things I have noticed about you in the very short time we have known each other is that you are extremely intelligent and are not afraid to speak your mind. I hope that you continue to do this.”
“And you would not think any less of me?”
“Of course not, because it is a wish of mine to keep an open communication with you.”
Cassandra’s slender lips curved up slightly and formed a half smile. “I have the distinct feeling that I am going to have to remind you of this conversation sometime in the near future.”
His head lowered further; his lips almost touched hers. “Now, in that, I have no doubt.”
When he released her unexpectedly, Cassie had to stop herself from falling back against the cushion. She felt disappointed that he had not kissed her, curious what it would feel like to have his mouth against hers and was even more shocked to realize that she had wanted him to.
He pulled her up to stand next to him. “Come, let me give you a tour of my home.”
CHAPTER 8
Cassandra stared at the photographs that lined the wall of the hallway. Sakis had stepped away again, this time to take a call that he had said couldn’t wait; she was left alone with her own thoughts. She hadn’t minded a few minutes to herself. The tour of the mansion had taken a long time. There had not been one door that he had not opened, and she was struck by the number of bedrooms and bathrooms. Every room was pristine, perfect, and some suites even seemed to have a theme, yet all were untouched. This was a showcase home, and several times, even Sakis seemed surprised at what was behind some of the doors, causing her to laugh at him through the process. There was not one statue, wall art, or pillowcase that gave her any idea of who he was as a man. She was filled with loneliness and compassion. Here was someone who obviously had millions of dollars, yet his home felt empty, devoid of warmth.
Now, as she stood in the hallway, she had a different feeling altogether. The wall was filled with photographs. Cassie stared at face after face in the pictures, seeing the same dark hair and eyes as Sakis’s. Many of the people in the photographs looked as if they could be his family, with the same strong features, black hair, olive skin, and dark eyes. Now, here, was a true testament to who he was or had been. In viewing photograph after photograph, the distance between their two worlds seemed to stretch and expand even further. Here, the pictures did what the grand house with all of its fine art and pieces of furniture could not.
Her reality was she had no one to call family. There were no pictures of siblings spread throughout her room. No mother or father, aunts or uncles. No phone numbers to call, just to say hello. It never bothered her being an only child until that moment. Sakis’ richness wasn’t in the house, but covered on his walls, yet she wasn’t sure he even knew how wealthy he was.
With her arms wrapped around her waist, she walked slowly and took in every picture frame. There were old and young people
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