And that was what she had to think. Because anything else was impossible. Having lunch with Andreas Stephanos had been one of the biggest mistakes of her life, and she was ashamed to think how spinelessly she'd succumbed to his invitation. And also, she realised, wincing, how much she'd enjoyed herself. But the worst thing of al , she thought broodingly, was the way she'd found herself watching the lurking smile in his dark eyes, and the sensuous curve of the firm mouth. Feeling, as she did so, the muscles of her throat tighten in unfamiliar excitement. There was no denying that Andreas Stephanos was a dangerously attractive man, and it was only his shameless suggestion that everyone on the island now regarded her as his personal property that had brought her to her senses at last. Before it was too late. What she could not understand was how he'd managed to acquire such power over his fel ow islanders. Was it the influence he seemed to possess with his rich boss, or sheer force of personality?
