Page 3 of What She Wants

Chapter2

Esme

I likeart but I like socializing more and a new gallery opening has my name all over it. I’ve been laying low since Mireya posted me and Markos all over as a couple when we only shared one night. She never fails to make me look like the biggest slut on the island. While I like to have fun, I’m selective about who gets the privilege of getting between my thighs.

I’m not starved for attention and I don’t have daddy issues. I just like to have fun. Last I checked, my undies didn’t have a sign on them that read Free Rides. Speaking of which, I spot Markos standing in the middle of the gallery.

He looks good as usual wearing all dark clothes like a tall greek statue waiting to be climbed. It’s worth the trip. Markos rarely does anything social just because, I assume he's here for family business. Ainslee nor Mikos is in sight but I've learned long ago that it doesn't mean anything. Markos rubs his hands and it takes me back to the memory of the sex we had; it was hot and would have been hotter if I didn’t feel like he was holding back.

He's usually friendly but aloof. Markos will talk to me at events and even respond to a text or two, but his brother is mean and noncommittal. I've tried talking to Mykonos once before and only received grunts and blank stares. Anytime after that, he'd give me a death glare to tell me not to even think about talking to him again.

While I'd joke about being in a Mykonos and Markos sandwich, I never thought either of them would actually go there. Markos proved me wrong.

We weren't drinking so it was a conscious decision. In fact, it was early evening. I’d gone into the grocery store to grab a few items when I spotted him in the produce section. Some of his dark hair fell over his brow as his golden brown eyes checked some of the vegetables. It was sexy seeing him dressed up like he always was while doing something so simple. One thing I’ve never done is deny the attractiveness of the brothers, even the oldest.

Smiling, I grabbed the bottle of wine I needed and walked over to him to greet him.

“Plan on making dinner?”

Markos looked up with a half smile. “No, I love to rub food on my body.”

I laughed at how he deadpanned and he smiled just a little bigger.

“Just don’t burn down the kitchen.”

“I’m an excellent cook,” he defended himself. “Grab three tomatoes. Not too firm and not too soft.”

I didn’t realize I did what he said until I had the second one in the bag.

“Yet I've never been invited to dinner,” I fake whined with a well-placed pout.

He stared at my lips for a moment and then moved towards checkout. I walked with him only because I was done for the moment. I paid for my wine and turned to him as the cashier started ringing up his order.

“Well that’s my cue.” He looks up and I stare in his eyes for a moment because they’re so pretty. “Until next time.”

He saluted me and I flashed him another smile before strolling out. The setting sun was still high, causing me to fish out my shades. His tall body practically eclipsed mine when his long legs helped him pass me.

“That was damn fast. You had half the store in your cart,” I observed while doing my best not to show him how good I thought he looked in shades. I’d bet he looked phenomenal naked.

Markos stopped and left his cart for a moment to invade my space. His hands were in his pockets as he looked down at me with another half smile.

“It’s not necessary, you know.”

“What?” I inquired and I craned my neck to look up at him.

“The small talk.” He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth briefly. “Just be direct and say you want to fuck.”

My body tingled and my mouth fell open because I was speechless. I knew he was blunt but damn. Blushing, I dropped my gaze to compose my thoughts but he pulled my ponytail, forcing me to look at him.

“Or stay quiet and follow me.”

He turned without waiting for a response and loaded his groceries in the back of his SUV. I had two options. I could play the offended heiress and chicken out or give into my curiosity. It wasn’t like I didn't wonder what kind of lover he'd be and he's never disrespected me as a woman. With him, it is or it isn't.

I stood by my car, watching him like an idiot while he retrieved a bottle of water. The slight wind blew his hair as he finished his water in a few gulps. It was better than a commercial. I was willing to buy the entire stock. Markos looked my way as he licked the droplets of his lip.

Inwardly, I cussed myself out because my curiosity was like a shitty friend who kept talking me into risky situations. I nodded at him to tell him I'd follow.

The sun was dropping lower by the time we made it to the Bishops compound. It was more of a complex of townhomes where most of his people lived. Markos got out and retrieved all his groceries at the same time. It must have been the perk of longer arms.

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