“I don’t need memos. Trust me, I know a thing or two about keeping a woman interested.”
She lifted her hand to her chest. “That’s exactly my fear, honey. That you are keeping someone else interested. When I called your place the other day, Valda mentioned a guest.” She continued in a low voice. “An American woman.”
“I’m an adult. I don’t have to give anyone explanations about my personal life. Don’t worry, when the time comes, I’ll marry Talia and live up to your expectations.”
She sighed. “Of course. Thank you.”
“I need to go,” he said. Back to the American woman.
Theo glanced around the horde of tourists strolling through the narrow streets of Plaka, the historic neighborhood located at the base of the hill topped by the Acropolis.
Filled with tourist trap souvenir shops, restaurants, and the like, he usually avoided the area like the plague. When he’d texted Amaya half an hour earlier, asking about her whereabouts, she’d mentioned the area.
Now, he searched for her beautiful face and sinful body among the people coming and going as he made his way down the hilly streets. A few vendors shouted, offering him items he simply ignored.
He fished his cell from his pocket, ready to call her again and find out her exact location. A thrill shot through him.
He was about to slide his finger across the screen when he spotted a swoosh of brown hair in between a couple of older ladies talking to the employee in the shop on the sidewalk. Amaya.
Without wasting time, he rushed to her with long, powerful strides. His heart raced in tandem with his steps, anticipation thrumming in his veins. The different languages spoken around him fell into the background, and when he was within a few feet from her, she turned around and glanced at him.
The minute their eyes met, an invisible punch hit his gut. He stiffened, his entire body painfully aware of her presence. It was as if they were old lovers, reuniting after a long time apart.
“I thought you were busy today,” she said.
He cleared his throat. “I needed a break.” A break from reality, and from his dooming future.
“Does this mean you get to stroll around with me?” She batted her eyelids in a playful move.
“Yeah.”
“Good. I was getting lonely.” She offered her arm, and he looped his in hers like some old-fashioned couple. A strange wave of affection washed over him. That’s only sexual attraction, he reminded himself. He’d experienced an extreme case of blue balls and needed compensating for the time without screwing. The more he kept his reality in check, the better.
…
“I don’t know about this hat,” Amaya said, lifting a straw hat from the shelf. “I can’t pull it off.”
Theo placed it on her head and propped her to face the full-length mirror to the side of the shop crawling with tourists. “You look beautiful.” He dropped his hand to her shoulder.
The contact instantly sizzled her nerves. He didn’t waver, his gaze on hers, and she doubted he’d paid much attention to the accessory. Lazily, he touched her sides, finding the indent of her waist and erasing the distance between her back and his front.
What a front. She peered at her reflection in the mirror, recognizing the glint of desire in the golden depths of her irises. Her lips parted, and she longed for a kiss. Theo’s breath fanned her ears, and she didn’t yank her gaze from his for a moment, watching his Adam’s apple bob. “Come with me,” he whispered in her ear, prickling her scalp.
In a blur, he put his hand in hers, and she hurried to remove the hat from her head and place it back on the shelf. Instinct told her they didn’t have time to get into the long line to pay.
A nervous chuckle left her mouth, and she squeezed his hand. He gave her a mischievous glance, firing her up even more. God. Once they stepped out of the shop, he guided her through the crowd, paving the way among countless shops and streets that became narrowed and less populated as they marched.
Was he taking her to his car to rush home and have sex? Her pussy tingled at the idea, though when they finally reached an empty street, her thought process pivoted. Sweat slicked her forehead from the adrenaline pumping in her veins. “Where are we going?”
“We’re going to fuck, agapi mou. I can’t wait any longer,” he said, his accent so pronounced she had to wait a second to register what he’d said.
“Neither can I,” she said, her voice so low she doubted he heard her. She’d thought of little else since the previous night, when she slept in his arms. She craved to feel him inside her, claiming her like no one else had. This time, they had to go all the way—otherwise she’d go crazy.
Her heart floated up her throat, pulsing hard, wild. He pointed at a white building within a few feet without any sign, only a blue wooden door, and they made their way there.
He glanced at both sides before he kicked the door open and dragged her inside.
“What? What if—”
