“I have something to ask you and I’m being perfectly serious,” Flora said, then, after taking a deep breath, plunged on, the words colliding. “I would like you to marry me!”

Marsden Collingwood had guessed at a variety of requests, but not this one. This one momentarily knocked the breath from his body. It was a good job he was sitting or he thought he might have fallen backwards. It was just as if she had struck him in the solar plexus. It was incredible!

He looked up the length of the girl standing before him and practically burst out laughing. The gall of it, the sheer damned cheek! She was a chit of a thing, a girl who barely reached his chest; her russet-coloured hair was a riot of tipsy curls and had not pretence of style about it. She was wearing scruffy jeans and a baggy t-shirt that bore the name of some American university, and she asked him to marry her!

“I know what you’re thinking,” she said brightly, smiling up at him.

“That you’re insane?” he murmured, in a more mellow tone than he believed she deserved. “Well, that has been said to me before, but I thought you might have been polite and said that the idea is insane. I am quite sane, as you’ll discover if you listen to me.” His intense scrutiny caused her to blush, but she made herself hold his gaze.

Of course he was surprised. He had to be really. He was considered quite a catch. Tall, well built…thick tobacco-coloured hair that curled at his neck and, in spite of his attempt to tame it, fell across his brow. His eyes were almost the same colour of gold with green speckles on the iris, unusual eyes that at that moment were sparkling with amusement. At least he wasn’t angry.

“I don’t mean a marriage proper,” she went on. “I mean a pretend marriage.”

“I see,” he said, mockingly. “I just let people think I’ve lost my mind and married you.”

“You could do worse!” she said, not offended. She could understand his feelings. After all she was no catch, and she knew that. He went out with really stunning women. She had seen his photo in the society magazines many times, squiring some goddess or other.

“We’d have to do it properly to have it legal, but it would be a marriage on paper and not one that’s in the…in the…”

“In the bedroom? How disappointing, and here I was thinking you were after my body.” His voice dripped sarcasm.

“I don’t want your body. I just want to be married...to someone.”

“Flora, I’m sure there are plenty of young men who’d be delighted to marry you.”

“But I want you…you wouldn’t be intimidated by my father…and that is why it’s so perfect for you, Mars. You’d be able to get one over on him…and you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Her smile was crafty.

“I must confess the idea of, as you so sweetly put it, getting one over on your father would be a real pleasure, but I’m not so desperate I’d marry his daughter!”

She sighed loudly, then sank into the folds of the sofa opposite the white armchair where he lounged.

Her legs stretched out; her grubby trainers attracted his eye. She had very small feet, but the trainers made them seem enormous. She was an urchin and a rather scruffy one at that. Her most redeeming feature was her lapis lazuli-coloured eyes; they were large, round and full of a charming innocence. However, any appeal they may have for him was soon obliterated by her snub nose that was smattered with freckles, her slightly protruding teeth, and her shapeless body.

“I look better when I try,” she said, as if reading his mind.

“I’m sure you do,” he said, “but now, Flora, if you’ll excuse me, I’m rather busy.” He checked his watch meaningfully. It was a ruse, of course, because he had nothing to do but laze around the villa until evening.

“Aren’t you curious why I am asking you?” she persisted.

“Not really. I think perhaps the sun has caused something to happen to your brain. When you get back to England, it’ll sort itself out. You’ll see how ridiculous you’ve been.”

“Ouch!” she said. “You don’t have to be cruel as well!”

“My dear…”

“Ooh, don’t do that either!”

“Do what?”

“Patronise me. I am not your dear, and have no intention of ever being your dear. I am talking business, Mars.”

“Ah, now that is interesting…business is a much better thing to discuss than marriage.”

She pulled herself up, shoving her small hands into the pockets of her jeans. He wondered why she had chosen him. Was it because of how they had met? Did she imagine him as her knight in shining armour?

He’d first seen her on the ferry to the island; she was being pestered by a couple of tipsy English males. She had handled herself very well, but they had been persistent, and, in the end, he had gone over and claimed her as if she was with him.

“Thank you,” she had breathed. She was small and young…about seventeen. “I’ve had them on my case since the airport. I thought it was Greek men who pestered you!”

“They’ve had too much to drink,” he’d said.

“Well, thank you!” She had grinned up at him, not really taking offence.

He had bought her a coffee and they’d chatted until they reached the island. She was carrying a rucksack, and he’d thought her one of the many students who came to the islands for the sun; some to work in the bars, others to camp out. He could not believe it when she said she was going to Mythonos. Only the very rich went to Mythonos. It was remote and exclusive. There were no hotels or campsites, just the villas of the wealthy.

“Are you going to work for someone?” he had asked.

“No. I’m going to visit my father. Ari Palvides.”

It was like someone throwing cold water in his face. Had he known who she was, he thought he would have left her to sort out her problem with the drunks on her own. The daughter of Ari Pavlides. He had not known Palvides had a daughter, or any children. He knew Pavlvides had once had a wife…or was it two? He certainly was never short of female company. He was rich and powerful and not unattractive.

“And he’s letting you travel on this rust bucket?” Mars had asked, a brow raised.

“Not exactly…and what about you? How come you’re on the rust bucket? You don’t look like you need to be.”

“Thank you for the compliment, Miss Palvides, but I—”

“I don’t use that name. I’m Flora Billington.” She’d held out her hand; he noticed how small it was and when he took it how it was lost in his own.

Then, suspicious, he’d asked. “I suppose he knows he has a daughter?”

She’d laughed, not offended. “Of course. He’s invited me to stay; I just didn’t tell him when I was coming. He’d send people and guide me every step of the way, but I wanted the adventure of finding my own way around. Besides, I’ve backpacked around the world, so I wasn’t going to get lost in Piraeus.”

“You look like you’re just out of the cradle,” he’d said.

“If you’re fishing, then I’ll tell you how old I am. Just ask.”

“I’m not that interested. And how do you intend to get to Mythonos?”

“Hitch!”

Mars had rolled his eyes in a defeated way. “Now that would be asking for trouble. I have a car meeting me. I’ll drop you off.”

“So you’re going to Mythonos, too?”

“Yes. I have a home there.”

“Like my father, you must have more than one…” She’d failed to hide her curiosity.

“Yes,” he’d replied, not wishing to satisfy her curiosity.

“And here’s little me with just a tiny flat to my name.”

“I’m sure that’s by choice, if you are Ari Palvides daughter.”

“I’m not going to say again that I am. But you’re right about choice. It was my mother’s choice, and I wanted to do it her way, too. I don’t need anything from my father.”

“Then why come to see him?”

“Because he asked me to. It sounded important. And every girl should meet her father at least once, don’t you think?”

“You mean you’ve never met your father?” he’d asked, incredulous.

“I haven’t. He was never interested in me or my mother. I was a girl child. Ari wanted a boy. He tried awful hard for a son but it seems I’m all there is, so now he’s interested.”

“Do you think you should be telling a complete stranger all this?”

“You’re not a complete stranger. You’re the man who rescued a damsel in distress, and anyway, I know who you are.”

“You do?” he’d asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, you’re Marsden Collingwood. Between studies, I worked as a waitress for a catering company, and they catered a lot of your functions. I’ve seen you around.”

“I’ve never seen you!” he’d declared, surprised.

“Black uniform, white bib…who notices the catering staff?”

“Right,” he’d admitted, but surely he would have remembered a waitress with such a mess of hair.

She must have guessed what he was thinking, for her hand had gone up to the curly mass of russet. “Lots of conditioner and clips…you’d be surprised how tamed it can be!”

The boat had docked. His driver was waiting. Flora did not talk much on the drive around the island. She’d looked out of the window and occasionally made a sound of pleasure as they rounded a bend and she caught sight of the view.

Palvides’ villa was the one before his own. It had an imposing view, high on the cliff above the sparkling blue-green sea. The gates to the drive were closed, but Flora had insisted on getting out of the car there.

“It’s a mile up the drive, and they might not let you in,” Mars had protested.

“I can scale a gate,” she’d said, with a grin. “But don’t worry, they’ll let me in; I am the prodigal daughter. Everyone will want to see me!”

“As you wish.”

“And I’ll see you around, won’t I?”

“Maybe,” he’d said.

He didn’t mix socially with Palvides unless he couldn’t help it. Palvides was a man whom he loathed and also one he could never forgive. The tycoon was too ruthless for his taste. Mars was a businessman himself, but he prided himself on not being either thuggish or sly, which was how he saw Palvides.

Of course over the weeks he and Flora had met a few times before she had made her ridiculous proposal. She would often arrive unannounced at Mardsen’s villa and, many times, as it was almost lunch time, he would invite her to eat with him. She had never said very much about how she was getting on with her father and he, out of disinterest in Palvides’ doings, did not pursue the matter with her. However, he noticed as time went on that she was more thoughtful and not as outgoing.

Sometimes he wondered why she visited him because occasionally she said nothing at all and seemed deep in her own thoughts.

It was odd that he had put up with her coming unannounced as she did. Usually he was not concerned about telling people what he thought, but in some ways, having Flora at his villa was a bit like having a stray kitten around. It turned up when it wanted, you fed it, it did not really trouble you and then it went away. He should have known better—after all she was Ari Palvides’ daughter!

“I don’t think we have anything else to say,” he said. “I am flattered by your proposal, but I hope you’ll understand my reasons for turning you down.”

“Oh, do stop sounding like someone out of a nineteenth-century novel!” she snapped. “This is serious. My father is trying to marry me off; I have to get married to stop it!”

“Well, now who’s sounding like someone from the nineteenth-century? Just say no, girl, and go back to England.”

“He won’t let up…I know he won’t. He has ways and means, and I don’t trust him.”

Well, that’s the wisest statement the girl had ever made, he thought. No one in their right mind should trust Ari Palvides. Many had done so at their cost, and no one more so than Mars’s own uncle.

He looked at her; she looked pale beneath the light tan she had acquired. She was just a kid after all and not wise in the ways of the world.

“And who are you supposed to marry?”

“Nico.”

“Nico Yannoulopoulos?”

“The same.”

“Well, what’s wrong with him? He is younger than me, considerably more handsome, he has money—”

“I don’t love him!”

“But you don’t love me!”

“That’s different. You won’t expect anything, but Nico…well, he will want the whole shebang.”

“The whole what?”

“Marriage, bed…babies and board.”

“Bored or board?”

“You know what I mean…the little wife at home…I don’t want to marry him. He gives me the creeps anyway.”

“He’s every girl’s dream.”

“I’m not every girl!” she retorted with a toss of her russet curls.

“No, I’m beginning to see that.”

“It will be a merger, won’t it? Palvides and Yannoulopoulos; it’s a big thing for Nico, too. Ari is richer and more powerful. God, he’s even said he’ll change his name to Palvides…all his sons will be Palvides. Ari gets boy children through the back door. It’s horrible. I feel like a breeding machine!”