he said, very quietly. ?It is not.? ?Then let?s forget all about this marriage nonsense, shall we?? she said tautly. ?And get back to what I?m really here for. Or perhaps I should jog your memory, Kyrios Mandrakis.? Her hands went to the little buttons on her bodice, tugging them loose. She pushed the straps of the nightgown off her shoulders, and let its soft folds slip down to pool on the floor at her feet. Then she posed, deliberately, defiantly provocative, one hand on her hip, the other raking her blonde hair back from her face. She said, ?What you see is what you get, kyrie. And it?s all you?ll ever have of me. That was a wonderful meal tonight, so no doubt you?ll be expecting your own private feast in return. I?ll try to make sure you?re not disappointed?this time.? There was a silence, then Alex said icily, ?I am grateful, of course, but I find my appetite has strangely deserted me. So I will wish you goodnight.? He went out, shutting the door behind him, and a moment later Natasha heard the sound of the saloon door closing.
