“Keep your eyes on the road, mister,” I mutter when I look over and find him glancing at me.
“Ow!” I squeal when his hand slaps me lightly. Smirking, I flip him off.
What makes my heart flutter like a fucking butterfly is when he grips my hand and kisses my finger with a wink.
* * *
Dinner was nice. We sat in a secluded area in the semi-packed restaurant. The elderly man who was serving us kept peeking at Leonidas from the corner of his eye. We both knew he recognized him, but he was definitely too shy to ask for a picture.
We ate our dinner, which I hate to say was amazing. I still prefer takeout though, but Leonidas doesn’t need to know that. We talked the entire time, which was refreshing. I learned new things about him that surprised me. Like when he confessed he doesn’t like sweets—criminal. After finishing our meal, I saw the look on the server’s face when we got up from our table to leave. I elbowed Leonidas in the ribs and nodded over toward the man. He let out a quiet sigh and waved the man over.
He did in fact know about my rock-star boyfriend. He looked pleased and asked for a picture for his daughter, who’s a big fan of X3. After taking the photo, Leonidas begged him not to spill the beans on his whereabouts. Thankfully, he waved us off with a smile.
Now, here we are, driving back home to Leonidas’s place which is empty because Athena took Amelia and Elijah out for dinner. I bite my lip as my eyes wander the quiet forest around us. Music is playing lightly from the radio. Leonidas looks ravishing while driving. One hand tightly grips the steering wheel while the other is placed on my bare thigh. His eyes gaze at the dark road ahead of us. I crave to reach over and run my finger over his jawline. It’s razor sharp. Life is not fair.
Parking his car in front of his house, with a quick glance toward me, he exits the car. I follow him to the front door. As I walk through his house and up the stairs, I feel slight excitement run through my entire body. Sending electricity up my spine.
After he walks into his bedroom, he goes straight to his bathroom. The last thing I want to do is stand awkwardly in the middle of his room, so I choose to walk to his window. I smile as I gaze down at his large pool. The lights shine, making it look like the Mediterranean Sea. I would love to feel the cold water on my hot body.
“Do you want to go swimming?” I hear Leonidas’s deep voice ask.
I look over and find him standing behind me. My mouth lifts in a small smile, and I shrug my shoulders. I let him decide.
He nods to the window. “Let’s go. I love night swimming.”
I nod but immediately stop in my tracks. “I have to change into a bathing suit.”
“Just wear whatever is underneath your dress.”
I nod slowly while a blush coats my cheeks.
Clasping my hand in his, he leads me down the stairs. Once we’re outside, he takes off his shirt, revealing his perfect chest with random tattoos lingering on his tanned skin. He watches me through his long, thick lashes while he drags down his pants. Leonidas’s tall, muscular frame strides to the pool. I watch as he strolls to the steps. Not even a second later, he disappears under the water with a splash.
Walking to the edge, I peer into the water. “Here goes nothing,” I whisper to myself.
Stripping down, I jump in the pool. I’m having a hard time holding back the scream that wants to leave my lips. The water is so damn cold; it might as well have given me whiplash.
My fingers clutch the pool’s ledge tightly when I see his blurry body swimming underwater, coming right toward me.
I can’t help but let out a squeal when his teeth lightly bite down on the inside of my thigh. As he emerges above the surface, he sprays water right in my face and laughs.
Douche.
My hands splash water in his direction, but the water doesn’t faze him. He just stares at me with amusement.
“You care about me after all,” he teases and pulls my body into his.
Wrapping my legs around his waist tightly, I wind my fingers together behind his neck. Humming, I lean my head to the side in a thinking motion. “I’m not sure how I feel about you yet.”
He bites his lip. “Yeah?”
I nod my head innocently. “Sorry to break the bad news to you.”
“I know you secretly love me,” he grumbles while gripping my bum.
Placing my lips to his neck, I peck his wet skin. “Nope. I totally hate you, mister.”
His laughs vibrate against my chest as he kisses my temple. “I hate you too.”
