Chapter 4
At the crack of dawn, I was delivered to the private airstrip by the hired car Dimitris had sent for me.
Apparently, I was the last one to arrive. Rigidly, I climbed up the steel steps of Dimitris’s jet, noting that it was not the same one he had used last year—the one he’d used to take me places around Europe when he had felt like it.
There were two Greek, female flight attendants that greeted me when I got inside. Due to my strained circumstances, I barely gave them a glance and a tight smile before heading inside the cabin. I could see Dimitris was sitting on the left side, smiling at something a woman—who could only be Claudia—across from him was saying.
They stopped their nice, cozy discussion when I went past them without acknowledging either of them. The seats next to them were empty so I opted to head all the way to the back, where another set of cream seats sat facing each other, and took the one that kept my back to them. There were two long cream loungers on each side with just enough space and distance to tune the couple out.
I wasn’t expecting Dimitris to get up and formally greet me, especially after the way we’d parted last night, but he did so anyway. “Good morning, Lindsey. Do you need something to make you comfortable? We’ll be leaving in less than five minutes,” he said politely, which irritated me nonetheless.
“I’m okay, thanks,” I murmured, giving him a quick glance and a sour face.
I couldn’t even release a sigh when he finally left my “area.” Yes, it was mine for the whole duration of this blasted flight. If I was to endure the next fifteen hours—give or take—before we get to Athens, I was going to make myself at home and get as comfortable as possible.
An hour later, I was relieved when one of the nice attendants placed a tray full of snacks and refreshments on my table before handing me the pass code for the Internet connection.
Pulling my laptop out, I went on Facebook, trying to check if any of my friends were online. I needed someone to keep me company and the thought of having my friends more accessible made me somewhat less nervous.
Okay, none of them really knew what the hell was going on, except Emma, of course. I wasn’t ready to divulge such a sensitive subject just yet. I had to make up some elaborate lie about Emma’s make-up artist, Ants—who I became good friends with—inviting me to Europe for this photo shoot he was doing. In truth, Ants did have a photo shoot in the south of France, so it was basically half a lie, somewhat.
Checking my inbox, I found one message from Trista. Borrowed your basket weave red soles, sweetie! Thanks in advance. Love you!
My closet was going to get ransacked by my three housemates—best friends, evil sisters from a different vagina. Smiling, I was typing my reply when I heard the dynamic duo get up and seem to be walking towards my end. They became silent when they went past me, heading straight to a door that was located at the very end.
The bedroom, of course. How could I forget that Dimitris liked to have a bed on the plane? We practically spent most of our “air-time” on it. Were they going to have sex while I was close by? Where I could easily hear any banging going on? F*cking hell. They better not or I would be forced to knock some sense into the both of them.
After half an hour, neither surfaced from the room. As the time ticked away, I threw more glances at the damned door. Sighing, I closed my laptop, took off my designer ballet-flats and fixed myself a nice sleep nook with the other soft-cushioned cream leather seat next to me.
I had white leggings on and a white, loose top that had some artsy design on it, but had a braided, exposed, T-shaped back that stopped a little over halfway. It wasn’t necessarily daring, but I wanted to push other people’s uptight buttons. Say the jerks that haven’t left the bedroom yet.
Since last night, I hadn’t slept and was practically borderline hallucinating. Therefore, I pulled out my special blankie that my nanny, Esmeralda, made for me. Ever since she had left, I never slept without it. It was the only thing that gave me comfort.
I needed its security more than anything today.
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When I opened my eyes some time later, I was surprised—no, I was flabbergasted—to find Dimitris sitting across from me, pretty much waiting on me to wake up.
“I should add the word ‘creep’ to your list. What the hell do you want?”
“Always bitchy, aren’t you? Don’t you ever get tired?” he asked, folding his legs with his arms on the armrest, fingers linked together, looking at me with amusement.
“Go to hell!” I spat at him, needing him to scram back to where he came from.
He snickered. “I’m already in it.” he stated in a matter-of-fact tone before directing a loaded question to me. “Care to join me, wife?”
What did that question really mean? I wondered, fazed yet curious. “I’m not your wife.”
That made him somewhat formidable. “We consummated the marriage, didn’t we? If I recall correctly, you rode me three times that day and—”
“That’s enough!” I hissed at him, throwing my blankie at his taunting face. No, we weren’t going back down memory lane. Not when he probably did the nasty in that bedroom with his girlfriend, leaving her sated and passed out before he came out here to torture me.
“What? Can’t take the truth that you couldn’t get enough of me? Sex was, after all, what you wanted all along.” He gave me a wicked smile before smelling my blanket. “You always were attached to this thing. I found it cute and endearing that someone so catty and feisty twenty-four-seven couldn’t sleep without her special blanket.”
I licked my lips, not taking my eyes off him, mesmerized at the sight of him smelling my blankie. His eyes flickered to my groin when I pressed my legs together, my body reacting to him like it always did.
“Getting wet, ómorfi gynaíka mou?” His voice was deep and husky, an octave lower than its usual register.
Instead of denying the obvious to the man who knew my body inside out, I handed out my hand, trying to take my blankie back. “Give it back, please.”
“Come and get it.”
“It’s not funny. Give it back to me.”
Dimitris was playing the devil, unyielding. “I wasn’t aiming to be funny.”
Getting up, I yanked my blankie out of his death grip to no avail. The second time I yanked, he pulled me with the use of his arm and I found myself sitting on his lap. A sharp gasp came out of me when I felt his hardness poking my butt cheek. His eyes—the magnetic blues—up this close always were my downfall. My body involuntarily gave a pleasured shudder, making me even more aroused. “Dimitris,” I moaned when a finger slowly traced my chin, down to the valley of my breasts. Shit, no! I silently chided myself. I was fighting a delirious battle with my body, but goodness…his pulling power, his dark beauty and his masterly skill of casting a spell over me, was entrancing me to become a libidinous woman, his for the taking.
“Do you want me to touch you?” he rasped out, his voice utterly sexy. I was ready to combust on his lap.
“Yes.” I was shameless. I knew I was divorcing him, but damn, I couldn’t deny this sexual pull he had over me and my body was more than ready to be his. I want to be possessed by this man, one more time before I said goodbye to him. Once, it’s all I asked.
“Where?” he asked, his thumb circling my nipple over my shirt. “Here?” I nodded, arching my back when his thumb reached the cleft of my groin, thumb rubbing against my covered mound. “Or here? Which is it?”
“Everywhere. Anywhere.” I let out a moan when his thumb pushed against my folds, rubbing frantically. I wanted his fingers on me, not over my clothes. “Touch me,” I pleaded, not caring if his girlfriend was asleep inside the bedroom.
“I don’t think your boyfriend will appreciate that, wouldn’t you agree?” He murmured in my ear, hot and playful.
What a conniving bastard! As if I was doused with a bucket full of iced water, I came out of my sexual trance, jumping off his lap to seek my own seat.
“I’m just looking out for that lover of yours. He seems to be in love with you. I wish him all the luck.” Dimitris got up, his hardened state blatantly evident from the rise of his trousers. “Sleep well, my beautiful wife.” Dimitris walked away with my blankie in his hand before he strode inside the confines of the bedroom, joining his girlfriend.