Page 28 of The Enforcer

As I walked into the kitchen, I was taken by the fact I’d never invited anyone to my house in Athens. I’d also only spent one night with a woman in a hotel and that had been after becoming inebriated. Yet I’d wanted to bring Valencia here. A christening of the house.

The kitchen was perfectly clean, yet the majority of items purchased had yet to be brought and put in their appropriate places. Even most of the new furniture wouldn’t be delivered until the next day. However, I preferred to take her here versus my hotel suite. This felt more personal.

And I certainly wanted to get very personal with her.

After turning on the recessed lighting, I opened the drawers only to realize the cutlery and other essentials had yet to arrive as well.

“The arched fireplace is incredible. And I love what you’ve done with the place. The minimalistic approach,” she giggled as she walked in, the teasing sound of her voice far removed from the authoritative one I’d been treated to at the hospital. And even at the start of this date. When did I date? I conquered.

Everything about being with her was entirely different.

“Who needs furniture?” I asked. “Is there at least one bed in the house?”

“There is one bed and it’s even made up. Lucky you.”

“Yes,” I breathed. “Lucky me. But I do need a wine opener.”

“You have a pocketknife. Right?”

“Yes, but how is that going to help?”

“You can break into a locked house, but you can’t use a pocketknife to open a bottle of wine? Let me show you how it’s done.” She walked closer and only then did I realize somewhere in her view of the villa she’d lost her shoes.

The fact she was barefoot brought a huge smile to my face.

“Step aside and hand me the blade. I do know how to use one in case you’re curious.” My God, the look on her face could light a fire.

I took a step away while grabbing the knife, leaning against the counter and watching as she expertly managed to open the wine without breaking the cork. The slight pop was followed by her sigh.

“You’re staring at me,” she said.

“I can’t help myself. You do have many talents.”

“Well,” she said as she pulled the two cheap glasses closer, “when you’re in medical school, you learn to work with what you have. Many a time my roommate and I were forced to find creative methods of opening a bottle of wine. My father finally purchased a pocketknife similar to this one. But it had a corkscrew.”

“I guess I need to purchase a new one.”

“Maybe you do. For all the times you’re going to break into a house.” She laughed, her nose wrinkling.

Yet all I could concentrate on was the way her plump lips twisted just seconds before she took a sip of her wine.

“What am I going to do with you?” I asked absently, not really expecting an answer.

“Cheap red wine. I love it. And what are you going to do with me?”

I swirled the glass with the drugstore bottle of wine just like I had with the vintage bottle before taking a gulp. Now how should I answer that? I set my glass down, pulling the stem from her fingers and placing it beside mine.

She suddenly seemed nervous, her long eyelashes skimming across her cheeks as her breathing became more labored.

“What am I going to do? I’m going to kiss you first. After that, I’m going to carry you into the bedroom where I’d going to unwrap the beautiful package given to me. After that, I’m going to ravage every inch of your luscious body. Then… Well, then we’ll see.”

Valencia

Some men knew how to drive a woman crazy and Christos was one of those men. However, few men knew how to kiss, to really kiss a woman until she was left unable to think or breathe. Christos also fell into that category.

As he swept me into his arms, immediately pulling me onto my toes, I almost attempted to push him away. We’d been pushing and pulling all night, but only because we were comfortable teasing each other. But being in his arms, the way he held me so possessively brought the fantasy I’d enjoyed all night to life.

I was terrified but fully aroused, my heart racing from the feeling of being in his arms. The moment he thrust his tongue inside, I wrapped my fingers around his shirt, pulling him even closer. I was on my toes, the man towering over me like the Greek god I’d pegged him for the first night we’d met.

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