Say you’ll come to Kefalonia.’ The woman’s gilded nails wrapped around Damon’s sleeve and tugged him into contact with her over-abundant, unnaturally firm breast. It was as enticing as cuddling up to an overblown beach ball. She turned scarlet lips up and her extravagant perfume closed like a fog around him. ‘It will be a very select house party, Damonaki,’ she purred, leaning still closer, as if her spouse wasn’t just on the other side of the crowded theatre foyer. ‘My husband won’t be there till the weekend but I’ll devote myself to entertaining you. Privately,’ she added suggestively. Her talons gripped tighter and he read the acquisitive glitter in her eyes. Revulsion rose. A swift glance at the throng around them made him swallow the curt retort hovering on his lips. ‘I won’t be available next week. Besides, my companion—’ ‘Callista Manolis?’ He noted the barely restrained jealousy in the bottle-blonde’s tone. ‘She doesn’t run your life. Not a strong, decisive man like you.’ Her knee edged up his thigh.
