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Authors: Aleka Nakis

The Summer Deal

 

 

 

 

 

The Summer Deal

 

By

Aleka Nakis

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright © 2012, Aleka Nakis

Cover Design by Fantasia Frog Design

 

 

 

Warning: All rights reserved. The unauthorized reprodu
c
tion or distribution of this copyrighted work is ill
e
gal. Criminal copyright infringement, including i
n
fringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punis
h
able by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.

 

Electronic release:
July 2012

 

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and occurrences are a product of the author’s imag
i
nation. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places, or o
c
currences, is purely coincidental.

 

 

 

 

 

Dedication

 

To my mom, Sofia,

you’re always in my heart
.

The Summer Deal’s Greek-English Guide

 

Mou
:
is the possessive Greek term of my

Agape mou
: my love

Baba
: dad   

Efharisto
: thank you

Entaxi:
okay

Filia:
kisses

Gineka mou
: my woman/ my wife

Kalimera
: good morning

Kalinihta
: good night/evening 

Kori mou
: my daughter

Koukla mou
: my doll

Mama
: mom

Ne
: yes

Ohi
: no

Paidi mou
: my child

Pame
: let us go

Polla:
many

Theo
: uncle

Thea
: aunt

Yiayia
: grandmother

And a term you can use for almost anything in Greek:

Gia!
: Hello, goodbye, to your health, bless you, cheers!

Chapter One

 

 

Aggravated with the results of the day’s interviews, Demosthenis Lakis didn’t bother to look up when his office door opened and the last applicant approached his desk, her heels clicking upon his hard wood floor in a confident rhythm.

Instead, he took a deep breath and focused on the information in his hands. Miss Samantha Mallone’s resume indicated that she possessed none of the qualifications he was looking for and required in an assistant.

“Hello. Thank you for meeting with me, Mr. Lakis.”

The melodic voice seized his attention. His head snapped up and he shut the manila folder. “Ms. Mallone?”

The woman standing in front of him was a pure knockout. A bit short, but ooh, very shapely. Shiny red hair flowed over a cream-colored suit, forming an image of how it would look draped over his pillows.

As he pushed back his chair, the file slipped from his hand, and paper littered his desk. Fumbling through the sheets, he gathered them into a pile, flipped the cover, and stood to greet his applicant.

“Pleased to meet you,” he said, holding out his arm.

“Thank you, sir.”

Her soft hand slid into his and he found it difficult to concentrate. A sweet citrus smell filled the air, and he was consumed with the urge to pull her against him and feel every inch of her.

Mustering all his strength, he jerked his hand back and smiled in a forced professional manner.
Obviously, it’s a set up. It has to be. Why else would a gorgeous woman with no experience be here?

His brother, and business partner, had to be behind this. Demo laughed and shook his head. This was just the sort of thing Tony would do. He’d dangle a piece of eye candy, useless for work, just to remind him that there was more to life than the office. His brother was always on his case about taking things so seriously. But someone had to, and Demo was not one to leave things to chance.

Taking a deep breath, he asked, “So how’s Tony?”

“Excuse me? Who’s Tony?” she replied, her emerald eyes growing confused under his examination.

Her hand fluttered to her throat and her fingers closed about a thin gold chain she wore around her beautifully sculpted neck. A bewildered look crossed her face, and her nose crinkled in concentration.

Damn! She wasn’t a joke. His brother wasn’t playing his typical games. She was real. A real applicant he’d have to professionally turn away, despite her personal appeal.

He might as well make this quick.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Mallone.” Extending his arm, he indicated a seat, and then gulping a humble breath of air, he continued, “I thought you were a friend of my brother’s. Shall we begin?”

She sat, crossed her legs, and folded her hands over her knee like a goddess. Smiling, she glanced around the room and let out a tiny sigh.

“Tell me a little about yourself.”

Samantha cleared her throa
t and played with the chain around her neck
. “I’d like to thank you for this opportunity, Mr. Lakis. I know it may appear that I lack formal training, but I can assure you, I’m more than capable of meeting your needs.”

Demo had no qualms about that. He could think of many ways she’d meet his needs. And for everything else, he’d outsource the documents and hire a second receptionist for the filing.

“I’m in my final year of law school. I am a quick learner and very dedicated to my work...”

Watching her lips move, but not truly hearing a word, he lost himself in the song of her voice. Going against his initial plan of letting her out of their interview quickly, he did everything to prolong their discussion. He asked her about her university courses, limited work experience, and future aspirations in the legal field.

Her foot bobbed in a nervous motion that he found hypnotic.
Cute ankles
. He could envision her toes curling on his lap. Where they painted red, or did they match the pale shade on her fingernails?

Damn! He was thinking about nail polish.

Real professional, Demo. A deal maker for sure.

“I could supply recommendations from professors I’ve worked with,” she offered.

“No.” He shook his head. “Your supervisor at Gyro King has written great things about you, Ms. Mallone, including that you were head cashier and helped with the paperwork. From your resume, I see you’re familiar with a variety of word processing systems, including the one we use.”

Standing to pace the room, he paused and stared out the twenty-fifth story window, down at the lights illuminating the paths in Central Park. A moment to collect his thoughts—that’s what he needed. He didn’t have time to play games. If she wasn’t in direct sight, perhaps he could think logically, rationally—as a successful businessman should.

“I used the same system when I worked for the assistant dean as a student employee. Actually, I’m proficient in all of the popular word processing and business spreadsheet systems. I must admit: I’m a computer geek.”

Demo turned in time to see a smile cross her lips as the room filled with a warm glow.

Th
e
woman was a computer geek? He couldn’t suppress a chuckle. She looked like a nymph, or better yet a pixie, that could intoxicate a man. All he wanted to do was tangle his fingers in her coppery hair, bury his face against her creamy neck, and do things to her that would guarantee a sexual harassment lawsuit.

“I am proficient in all of the systems on the market.”

“Very good.” He captured her gaze. “However, the requirements for the position are extremely difficult and demand a great deal of initiative and excellent self-motivation.”

Returning to sit behind his desk, he propped his elbows on either side of her resume. “The assistant who has been working with me for years has had unexpected personal issues and is not available to help train for any period of time. I will personally oversee her replacement for approximately twenty days, and then will leave for an overseas trip.”

“Mr. Lakis, I’m a quick learner. You will not be disappointed in my performance if you decide to give me a chance.”

Disappointment would not be an issue. But hiring Samantha Mallone was crazy. A former restaurant worker and computer geek was to assist him in running an international firm? He’d have to work twice as hard once she began.

“When are you available to start, Ms. Mallone?”

“Tomorrow, if you’d like.”

What was wrong with him? He was turning into those men he despised: men who abused their power to seduce beautiful women into their beds. But he couldn’t seem to help himself. He couldn’t stop grinning.

Shrugging, he offered his hand. “Monday morning at nine will be fine. Welcome to Lakis International,
Samantha
.”

“Thank you, sir.”

She extended her hand, and he accepted it with great pleasure. His gaze settled on her full lips and he stared, mesmerized by their temptation.

“This is exactly the job I want. I won’t make you regret it...”

Her full pink mouth moved, but once again, he heard no words. He wondered if she tasted as sweet as she looked.

“I can’t wait to tell my fiancé,” Samantha finished.

Lightning struck, freezing the grin on his face, and causing him to regret the first business decision made with his hormones. What had she said? Was it something about a fiancé?

Krima
! This sunshine belonged to another man.

Running his fingers through his hair, Demo decided to think before he responded. He bit his lip and attempted an empathetic smile.

Professional. Be professional. This is not a personal relationship.

“That is good to know, Ms. Mallone. We have found when members of our team enjoy their job, and the circumstances fit their personal preferences, it is indeed an added bonus to their employment. I believe you will find the position challenging, but gratifying.”

She nodded and eagerly added, “I’m sure it will be the perfect job. Thank you for the opportunity, sir. The hands-on experience before taking the bar exam will be great. And as I mentioned earlier, I am familiar with international law and it is a course of study I excel in.”

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