Eva stayed up late trying to figure out what she had learned that she could use as leverage on Callum. She thought about trying to buy him off, but she knew Antonio was paying him well and had promised to buy him a plane ticket back to the States. She had an allowance, but she was going to need it for college and she didn’t think she could match whatever Antonio was paying Callum to stay. If only she could get Callum to be more like he had been at the Parthenon—she’d liked that version of him. But they were supposed to work math in the morning—she was even worse at that than she was at science.

She woke in the morning and headed downstairs to make coffee. Gaia might be gone, but there was still a house full of servants, and Martina and Eugenia were cooking what looked like an omeleta Horiatiki. Eva grabbed the Greek version of biscotti, koulourakia and headed for the back patio and the pool. She nibbled on the crunchy koulourakia and sipped her coffee. Part of her plan for going to school in the States was to stop being the baby of the family.

She wanted to have some fun. She wanted a boyfriend. She wanted to be kissed, to have her breath stolen away by being with someone, and to experience everything she read about in her steamy romance novels. She was never going to get that with Antonio watching over her, and now with Dareios becoming her brother-in-law she’d have two hawks guarding her. Which meant she really had to get rid of Callum soon so she could get a tutor she liked—someone who would bring up her scores without making her feel like an idiot.

Dusting off her fingers, she headed back to her room and pulled on her skimpiest bikini and headed back to the pool. Today, she was going to make Callum realize she wasn’t just a girl. She was out to drive him crazy. She piled her hair on top of her head, clipped it in place, and dipped a toe in the water. The air was still warm, as was the water of the pool.

The two piece bikini was made from a stretchy fabric that clung to her body. Alexandra had picked it out for her, saying the fire-orange color made her skin look vibrant. She’d also said not to let Antonio see her in it.

The top was nothing more than two very small triangles of fabric, held in place by a thin strap. The bottom wasn’t much more. A very thin piece of fabric revealed more of her ass than it covered. She sank down into the water. She could hear Callum’s footsteps. She knew he’d arrived from the short rush of breath pushed from his lungs.

She turned slowly and gave him the traditional Greek good morning. “Kalimera, Callum.”

* * *

Callum swallowed convulsively several times before he found his voice. It hadn’t been on his schedule to see Eva this early. And, dammit, he liked schedules. Order, routine, plans—all of that kept his life in order. That wasn’t something he’d had much of growing up, and these days he clung to his timetables as if they were all he had. Sometimes he felt like that was the case. But right now he had Eva swimming in the pool in something barely there.

He tried not to stare at her breasts—or the scraps of fabric covering those perfect mounds. Clutching his towel, he asked, “What are you doing out here so early?”

Eva smiled. “I thought I’d join you today. That is okay, isn’t it? I mean, I do live here.”

Callum nodded. His mouth dried and his pulse kept hammering. He wanted to turn around and walk away as fast as he could, but that was a coward’s way out. And this was her home, and therefore her pool. If she wanted to swim in it, who was he to tell her she couldn’t. “I can come back later.”

“But I wanted to swim with you. I hate to swim alone. You know, it’s all too easy to drown.” She batted her eyes at him and pushed her bottom lip out in what looked like to him a mock pout. He was willing to bet she’d been practicing that look.

Pretty sure she was playing him, he dropped his towel and headed toward the deep end. He dove in and started a lap. He’d gotten three laps in when the feeling of being watched sent a shiver down his back. He stopped and turned.

Eva sat on the edge of the pool, watching him. “You know, I could watch you all day.”

Face hot, he turned and dove into another lap. Maybe if I swim until I can’t feel my arms, I can get out of the water without embarrassing myself. His body had tightened and while he liked baggy swim shorts, there was no way he could exit the water with a boner.

He swam another ten laps and paused to catch his breath at the far end of the pool. Turning, he asked, “Are you cooking breakfast or am I?”

Eva lifted her head and laughed. “Silly. We have tons of servants. Breakfast should be out soon. In fact, why don’t I go inside and get you coffee while you finish your swim.”

Callum stared at her. “Tons. Servants. Of course.” For a minute he’d forgotten she was little Miss Rich Girl. He gave a nod.

Eva’s smile faded a little. She tried to shore it up, but she stood and headed inside. He watched that tight little ass of hers as it disappeared. He cursed softly under his breath. The way that suit barely covered her body had his mind conjuring up all sorts of things they could be doing instead of lessons. But he had to keep a focus here. He needed the cash, the ticket home—and he did not need a rich girl using him for a toy. He pulled himself from the pool and started to plan a lesson that would occupy her brain for the day—and that shouldn’t be too hard, given that he’d yet to really find out if she had a mind.