Page 43 of Arrogant Arrival

Jolene takes the basket and stands to get closer to the stage. Before I can tell her she’s only supposed to toss a handful, she rears her hand back and the basket slips from her fingers. I burst out laughing as her hands come to her mouth, and her eyes are wide with horror. Kostas picks up the basket that just hit his shin. He stops singing and laughs.

I watch as he walks over to the edge of the stage where Jolene is standing. He crouches down and asks her in Greek what her name is through the microphone. Her full lips pout as she shakes her head and tosses her hands up. I lean forward and yell out to him her name and that she’s American and doesn’t speak Greek. Kostas smiles and nods. He extends his hand and speaks directly to her in Greek that she’s very beautiful and welcomes her to Greece. His head turns to me and he nods toward her.

“He says you’re beautiful and welcome to Greece.”

Jolene smiles widely and nods. I frown as I notice she’s clearly blushing. Kostas looks at her as he asks her in Greek if she came all this way just to throw a basket at him. The crowd, of course, erupts in laughter. Jolene turns to me and I translate for her. She giggles like a schoolgirl, and I’m almost ready to throw up. I was really starting to like this guy up until this point.

He asks her what brings her to Greece. I smile smugly at him as he turns to me to translate. “He wants to know why you’re here?”

“I’m here on vacation with my friend,” Jolene smiles at him and bats her eyelashes.

Her friend, eh?Kostas turns to me for the translation. I oblige, of course, adding my own spin to what she said and tell him in Greek, “She’s here with me, her fiancé. We’re celebrating our engagement.”

Kostas beams at me and tells me congratulations. He reaches down and Jolene hands him her hand. He kisses her knuckles and then shakes her hand with both of his. He wishes us many years of happiness and good health. He stands and calls out into the microphone for everyone to congratulate us. “Bravo!” he cheers before erupting into song.

Jolene smiles and waves to the audience as she takes her seat. “What are they cheering so loudly for? What did he say?”

“Everyone is welcoming you to Greece. They wish you much happiness and good health.”

“That was so embarrassing, but turned out to be so fun! Thank you, Jimmy. I’d have never known what he was saying if not for you translating.”

“My pleasure.” And then mumble to myself, “I wouldn’t have had it any other way.”

If she only knew what I told him, she’d probably wallop me over the head. I mean, technically, she is mine these next couple of days, and she did agree to be my fiancée—even if it is a fake one.

“No, I mean…everything. This vacation has turned out to be the best thing to ever happen to me. I – I just really want you to know that no matter what else happens, I’m really grateful.”

I reach across the table and take her hand. “Me too.”

We release our hands as the waitress places a new basket of flower petals down. We look over and Kostas winks at us before he leaves the stage. Another singer comes on stage next, and a new song begins. A few of the members of the audience go on stage and begin Greek dancing in half circles.

“We can do that?” Jolene asks.

“They allow it, but not always for the bigger performers. It depends. But most of the time people dance at their tables or on stage.”

Just then, our plates are brought out and we begin to eat our chicken and potatoes. I decided we better go with something safe and easy on Jolene’s stomach after last night’s debacle. I want this to be the best night she has, not only on this trip but for years to come. I’ve resigned myself to the fact that we’ll go our separate ways soon. So when she moves on to another guy, I don’t want her to be able to move on from this moment. I want her to always remember me and how we felt on this nighttogether.

Jolene

I spin around as flower petals rain down on me. I laugh as I dance with people I’ll probably never see again, but will certainly not forget no matter how much I drink tonight. Jimmy sits in his seat watching me on stage make a huge fool of myself. I don’t care. I love Greek life, so much so that now I wish it all wasn’t a lie. I wish I was here as Jimmy’s girl—his koritsi. The spotlight goes off the stage to the balcony on the far side with the white grand piano. Sitting there is Kostas in all black playing the piano. I’m pretty sure my ovaries just exploded at the sight of him. I go to step off the stage, but my legs wobble. Jimmy rolls his eyes and comes to stand in front of the stage. He extends his arms, “Jump.”

“Are you crazy? I’ll go to the stairs.”

“Nonsense. Jump. I’ll catch you.”

The lights go off on the stage and it’s pitch black. Deciding I’ll most likely break my neck trying to go down the steps, I shuffle my feet until I feel the edge of the stage. I reach in the darkness and feel Jimmy’s strong hands. I jump and he wraps his arms around me in a firm hold.

“By the way, this is the only Greek you need to be ogling over.” He growls in my ear. He presses my back against the side of the stage then. I suck in a breath and he must hear me, because he says, “That’s better.”

His hands begin to ease down my sides until he comes to the hem of my dress. He slides a hand under the tight fabric. I tighten my legs together. “Jimmy,” I sigh. “Somebody will see us.”

“It’s pitch black in here. We have a good three minutes until the song changes. I can make you sing in that amount of time.” He wastes no time sliding my panties to the side and inserting two fingers. The wrongness of us making out on the side of the stage in front of everyone, even if it is in the dark, while Kostas plays a sensual ballad is intoxicating. This is by far the kinkiest thing I’ve ever done, and I’m even a member of the mile high club!

Jimmy sucks on my neck as his fingers caress my most tender of areas. I grab a handful of his hair and pull him closer to me. “Jimmy.Jimmy.”

“That’s it, koritsi mou, that’s it.” Him calling me that has me coming undone. “Yes,” he growls into my ear as his fingers work faster. He applies the perfect amount of pressure with his thumb as he inserts two fingers. I’m about to scream out when his lips take mine. His mouth covers my moans as I ride out my orgasm on his hand. The song comes to an end and Jimmy eases his hand out from under my dress. The spotlight shines back on the stage, illuminating Jimmy’s face with his messed-up black hair falling in his eyes as he brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking off my pleasure.

Hot as fuck.

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