Page 6 of Arrogant Arrival

I roll my eyes and look off.This guy is laying it on thick.He tugs my hand to get my full attention back on him. “You have the most beautiful smile. And that’s not just a line. It was worth chasing you through an airport.”

“You’re such a stalker. Do you hear yourself?”

“Nobody’s perfect.”

I can’t help but laugh. “Nobody’s perfect? Not sure I should leave the building with a stalker, Jim.”

“Probably not the safest and best decision. Let’s just share a cab…to the same place…and maybe go to the same restaurant, sit at the same table and eat dinner together? We already shared part of a lunch together. That you didn’t even finish.”

I study him. I’ve been around a lot of people with my job. I’ve learned a lot about people as well. He honestly seems like a good guy. I don’t have to sleep with him, but I already know I might. I can study him some more over dinner.

“Fine.”

He smiles and gently tugs me toward the automatic doors. He tells me he’ll order us a ride through the app on his phone, and then we’re quiet. I should be worried about getting into a strange vehicle with a strange man, hell, possibly two strange men if the driver of the car is male. I’m pulled from my worry by the sounds of taxis honking and people talking around us. I’ve already made up my mind. I’m about to have a one-night stand with this complete stranger I picked up in the airport. Or did he pick me up? This is crazy! And reckless! Sure, I’ve had hookups with coworkers, but I knew them. Okay…some I didn’t know that well. I’m certifiably insane. I decide to leave a text for Lana and Renee. They’re working so they may not get it, but at least there will be a trail of evidence should I go missing.

Me: If I die or come up missing, this is the man I was last with.

Discreetly, I take a photo of Jim standing there. He doesn’t look like a Jim, honestly. I don’t know what a Jim looks like, but he seems like he should have a more interesting name. Something exotic. Like Phoenix or Lachlan or some other multi-syllabic concoction of letters.

Me: His name is Jim.

Renee: OMFG! He is HOTT!

Lana: WAIT! Is that the guy from the restaurant?

Me: Yes. Aren’t y’all up in the air yet?

Renee: I guess things got interesting after we left…

Lana: We have a connecting flight in Atlanta. What’s his last name? First name and a pic won’t help if you go missing.

“Jim?” He turns to look at me. “What’s your last name?”

“Georgakopolous.”

What?“Georg-a-what-po-los? Hold on. Your name is Jim, which is like the most average name compared to John, and your last name is a complete mouthful.”

He tilts his head and smirks. “You’re right, I am a complete mouthful. At least from what I’ve been told. In that area, I guarantee my inspection will pass with flying colors.”

I roll my eyes but continue to check him out. He does seem rather promising. I clear my throat and ask, “What kind of last name is that?”

“Greek.”

“Greek? You’re Jim the Greek?” He does look Greek now that he mentions it. Tan complexion, strong straight nose, sexy wavy black hair and thick eyebrows. His eyelashes are so dark that he looks like he’s wearing mascara.Lucky bastard.Those stunning blue eyes pop against the dark contrasting colors. I bet he wakes up looking this fantastic.One way to find out…

Where Jim seems like such a simple name, his last name makes up for it the lack of intrigue in the first-name department. Maybe his parents felt sorry for him having to learn to spell that last name, so they wanted to keep his first name short and sweet.

“Or Jimmy the Greek.” He smiles and I almost wonder if he’s playing me. I narrow my eyes because he has that mischievous look again. He lets out a low chuckle and explains, “My real name is Dimitrios.”

Whoa.He has an accent when he pronounces his name. Holy. Mother. Of. God…Where the hell did that come from?I’m ready to drop my panties right now, right outside of airport transportation!

“Jim comes from that. It’s like James, in English.” He speaks with an American accent now. How does he switch so easily back and forth and so casual? Would it be weird for me to ask him to only speak with the Greek accent for the rest of our time together? Too creepy? All I know is that my handsome stranger is bilingual…and it’s sexy as fuck. I need to get a grip though and pretend to display a certain amount of dignity.

“Ummm, I don’t hear how Jim comes from Dimitrios.”

“True and I don’t hear how it comes from James.” Point made. He smiles. “In Greek it’sJimmy.” The way he pronounces the ‘J’ has more of a ‘G’ sound, and with that intonation I can hear the similarity more. My phone buzzes again.

Renee: Hello?

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