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There are a lot of the usual suspects, and I sit and peruse my choices. There’s a handsome salt-and-pepper man sitting at a table with a laptop and a cellphone beside him.
Too serious, probably a business trip.
An older couple reading their own newspapers and sipping on coffee. They look American and are probably on their way home from a holiday.
Couples only work if they are young... plus, I’m not ready to go state-side quite yet...
Next.
Then I stop to look at the group of guys taking shots by the end of the bar. They range from early to late twenties, and while they aren’t of the caliber of the sex god whose bed I had left the day before, they are all decent-looking and give me the party vibe I know exactly how to take advantage of. Their clothes tell me that their parents probably funded this trip.
Bingo.
I subtly push my boobs up and walk over.
“Hey, boys, got an extra one of those for me.”
It takes a moment before any of them process this, during which time I smile wickedly at them, lean over, and shoot two back in quick succession.
“Um, yeah, sure!” one of them stutters as they order another full round, me included this time.
“So, what is your name?” one of them asks as I grab a seat in between them.
“Gabrielle,” I quickly lie.
“I’m Tanner,” one of them says, nodding to the others. “This is Neil, James, Peter, and Sergio.”
I smile at each of them, not failing to notice the lust in their eyes.
“So, where are you guys headed?”
“Greece!” one of them replies quickly. Peter, I think.
“We decided to take the summer off to party and heard that Greek chicks are like, super easy...” One of the others quickly elbow him in the side before he can finish the sentence.
I smirk.
“So, you guys like to party, huh?”
They nod simultaneously, already totally spellbound by the gorgeous creature in front of them that is me.
I turn to the one who had interrupted his friend and run my finger up his chest. This one is the alpha of the group. He grins wickedly, while his friends look on with expressions ranging from envy to pure bewilderment.
“Well, I also like to party… Do you have room for one more?”
As I speak, I feel him tensing beside me. The cadence of his breath is more ragged and I can practically feel the rage pouring off him. Clearing my throat, I decide to spare him some of the details.
“We flew to Santorini from there, spent a few days having fun before Neil suggested we all go to a special club, somewhere a bit more ‘risqué’ and darker, as he put it.”
I let out a humorless laugh.
“It was about three days before they let me go, or rather, before they dumped and left me for dead. An old Spanish man and his daughter found me. I was lucky they didn’t trust the local policia, otherwise I wouldn’t have made it through those first days.”
I can’t tell if it's tears, blood, or something else sliding down my cheeks, but I hear myself whimper.
“Hush, girl,” a man says to me in Spanish. “We just need to clean you up a little bit to move you. Ssssh, don’t cry. We’ll get you some help.”
A delicate hand touches my arm, but I can’t move my head to look at it.
