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After landing in Olympia,we chartered a boat to Agassi, which was some beach on Zakynthos. I might or might not have developed a slight crush on this big asshole the second he started talking to the locals in Greek. Something about a man who knew a foreign language just did it for me. Luckily, this was a tourist town and most everyone spoke some version of broken English, so I wasn’t completely in the dark.
We were literally using our last hundred dollars to charter this boat. My stomach was rumbling just thinking about our next meal. This mountain of a god next to me ate four times what I did, so our food budget needed to be plentiful. Maybe someone here could give us money for that giant dick...goldbar … he had.
As the boat picked up speed, I asked the guy piloting it if he minded me changing below. I had packed my pink and lime green Calvin Klein bikini just in case and I figured this would be a great place for Insta pics. I could take fifty of them on our trip and release five a week to spread them out. I was totally hitting 20K.
He nodded and gestured to the steps leading down below. This boat was legit. I wondered if I could convince Cronus to take a pic of me spread out on the hull of it. If he said no, the driver definitely would; he seemed cool. Cronus followed me as I made my way through the luxurious interior, thankfully waiting outside as I quickly changed in the bathroom. This whole not able to be more than five feet apart thing was annoying as fuck. I topped the look off with my large white Jackie O glasses—mostly to hide my no-sleep, hangover, travel bags under my eyes.
Stepping out of the bathroom, my mouth went dry. Cronus had removed his shirt and was standing there in a pair of basketball shorts. It was so hot here that already a bead of sweat dripped down his chest and was just rolling down the v-shaped muscles on his abdomen.
#BasketballShorts #HideNothing
I was starting to wonder if he had another gold bar in there, because … damn.
When he caught sight of me in my swimsuit, something flared to life in his eyes, but then it was gone and replaced with a scowl. “So this is a bathing suit? Not underwear?” he questioned as we made our way back up to the deck.
The boat driver’s eyebrows hit his hairline as he caught the question, but he stayed silent.
Smart man.
“Yep and if I wanted to tan topless, that would be okay too,” I shot back.
Both men cleared their throats and I couldn’t help it. I really wanted a selfie with Cronus. It would get so many likes. He was fucking delicious. Even if he was a dick who kept calling me a prostitute.
I stalked towards the god and flipped on my forward-facing camera. “For that comment, you owe me a selfie,” I declared.
Lifting my arm up high, I tried to get my cleavage and his amazing abs all in the same shot, but my arm wasn’t long enough, not to mention he was scowling at me, which wasn’t going to go over well with my followers.
“Use your giant arm and try to look like you’re enjoying life,” I snipped at him and dropped the phone in his palm.
“This is your first and last photo of me, understood?” His voice was low and unreadable.
What a freaking buzzkill.
“Fine,” I grumbled.
He pulled his arm back. His attempt at a smile was more like a smoldering pout, because the dude had luscious full lips that made my knees go a bit weak. The second he snapped the photo, he dropped my phone in my hand and stepped away from me, taking the heat of his body with him.
I uploaded the photo quickly to my Insta wall with the hashtags#Greece #CalvinKlein #HotGreekGod #LovingLife #BlondesHaveMoreFunand then slipped my phone back into my backpack. I was hoping that upload didn’t just cost me a million dollars on my phone plan, because I had no international package set up.
“Welcome to the beaches of Agassi!” our captain shouted and spread his arms wide.
Holy shit!
White sands stretched out for miles around us and I wondered if it would be a terrible thing to just live here forever. “Come on, human,” Cronus said, leaping onto the dock in one smooth motion. Of course, that strained our bond and I almost screamed as the pain ripped along one side of me. It had the desired effect though, as I hurried my bikini-clad ass off the boat in an instant.
The driver looked like he wanted to say something, but I didn’t have time to worry about that. Trying to keep up with the long-legged stride of one asshole Titan was taking all of my concentration.
“Wait up,” I groused. “Not all of us have six-foot-long legs.”
He shot a sneer at me. “Maybe you should consider upping your cardio from selfie to jogging.”
I almost ground to a halt. If I hadn’t had very recent knowledge of the pain that would cause, I definitely would have.
“Was that sarcasm?” I asked, trying not to sound smug. “Thought that was beneath you, oh great one.”
He raised one of those impressive eyebrows in my direction and I was thankful that he slowed slightly so I could finally catch up. “If the truth is considered sarcasm, then I guess so.”
