“Oh, you are burnt like toast!”
“Like toast,” I echoed with a bitter laugh. “Can I have something cold and wet, please?”
Dimitri winked at me. “Sex on the beach?”
“Why not?” I sighed. It was the closest I’d get to that.
Dimitri produced a beautiful cocktail, a myriad of orange and pink, filled to the top with ice. He topped it with a little umbrella and began singing as he wandered away to serve the other waiting guests.
I slipped my phone from my bag and saw a message from Vanessa.
Vanessa: Girl, I miss you. Tell me you’ve done a Shirley Valentine and had hot sex on a yacht!
I chuckled.Sex? No way.
I couldn’t even bring myself to have it with Victor for the past couple of months.Wait, was it that long?Confusion filled me as I recalled one night when we’d drunk too much wine, and we’d gone through the motions, mainly because I felt bad for not wanting to be intimate with my own husband.
Had he been screwing Cami then too?
Urgh. I needed to get checked out at the clinic when I got home.
That dirtybastard, screwing me at the same time as her. How long had it been going on between them? I downed my drink and signalled for another, just as a voice said: “Penny for your thoughts?”
It was a deep British male accent, and I turned to see piercing blue eyes boring into mine. His hair was dark with hints of grey, his skin so deeply tanned I wasn’t sure if he was a local despite his accent.
“What do you mean?” I asked with a frown.
Penny?
“Ah, you’re American!” He grinned.
I nodded slowly, watching as Dimitri slid an espresso over to him, acknowledging him in Greek. “I am.”
“In England,” he said, wincing as he took a sip of his espresso. “We say that when we’re wondering what you’re thinking.” He looked at me, amused. “You were scowling, so I was intrigued.”
He wore a cream linen shirt, open at the neck, revealing a decent amount of tanned chest. I averted my eyes and cleared my throat.
“I was thinking of my ex-husband.”
“Ah…” His tone was sombre. “Then I apologise for being intrusive.”
“Not at all,” I replied airily, sipping my drink. “What brings you here?”
He gazed around us, then laughed. “It’s paradise, no?”
I hummed, looking around at the lush plants draped over the whitewashed walls, the beautiful blue sky, and the endless sea. “It sure is.”
I sighed and then turned to find him looking at me instead of the scenery. “What?” I asked, tilting my head.
“Well, I’m just wondering how it would feel to be your ex-husband is all.” He sipped his coffee and locked eyes with me. “I don’t think I’d like it very much.”
Suddenly, I couldn’t breathe. I hadn’t met anyone this direct since…since Victor. But even though he was very attractive and clearly interested in me…I felt nothing really.
Vanessa would besodisappointed with me.
He continued giving me bedroom eyes, and I had to laugh.
“Are you…laughing at me?” He grinned and tried to look offended.
