Page 6 of Brassy Bigwig

CHAPTER THREE

CHLOE

“Who are you looking for?”

Shelby breaks me from my trance as I search through the crowd of people on the pool deck, hoping to catch a glimpse of Captain Colossal, as she referred to him.

I groan, unhappy that I’ve become accustomed to calling him by that ridiculous nickname.

“Hmm?” I question, turning to look at her. “Did you say something?”

“My, my… he’s got you wound tight, and you haven’t even spoken to him yet,” Shelby taunts.

“What on earth are you talking about?” I play dumb, knowing she isn’t going to buy it.

“You’ve got it bad for Big Daddy Zeus.”

I roll my eyes at the new nickname.

“That might be the worst nickname you’ve ever come up with. And I do not, I’m just looking around at the selection of men in which to choose from,” I counter.

“Oh? So you’ve finally decided to join me in finding some action on this trip?”

The same waiter we had at the pool our first day was our waiter again at the beach two days ago. Shelby invited him over that evening while I enjoyed a quiet dinner by myself followed by a solo walk on the beach. It was wonderful and exactly what I needed.

I love Shelby to death, but everyone needs a little time to themselves.

“Well, I was thinking about it,” I lie.

I’m fully aware nothing will ever happen with the hot Greek god, but a girl can dream, right? At least, I think he’s Greek. He looks like he is. I wonder if he lives here or is just vacationing. I’ve tried keeping him out of my thoughts ever since leaving the pool that first day, with little luck. I was hoping we would run into one another again, but actually running into him was not quite what I’d had in mind.

The moment I realized who he was, a flush covered my body, and my clit began to throb. It was as if it knew he was close by. I was a little shaken when he screamed at me in whatever language it was he spoke.

Was it Greek?

I have no clue, but it definitely sounded like a European language, though.

Once he’d realized it was me, his hard face softened. The scent of clary sage and citrus that floated off of him in waves was enough to do me in. And, when my eyes met his intense silver stare, it made my knees weak.

Théa, he’d called me when he apologized. I need to know what it means. Maybe I’ll take a trip to the business center later and see if I can Google it. My dumb phone doesn’t have service here, despite the international plan I’m paying extra for this week, so I haven’t been able to look it up yet. It’s driving me crazy.

“Atta girl,” Shelby breaks me from my inner thoughts once again. “You can stop looking now, though.”

“What do you mean?” I ask her.

She nods at something to my right, and I turn my head just in time to spy the drop-dead gorgeous hottie himself walking down the stone steps leading from the upper deck of the hotel to the pool deck. Seeing him again causes the air in my lungs to leave me in a single whoosh.

How is it he looks even more enchanting than he did the last time I saw him?

He’s with the same two people I’d seen him with previously. I swear, the three of them are cut from the same striking cloth. Looking that good is so unfair to the rest of us. The girl points to an open cabana at the end of the row.

No, not there.

I silently pray they choose a seat across from us again so I’m able to watch him from behind my sunglasses without getting caught. The other guy who is with them says something, and they all laugh. Then he points to a few chairs on the other side of the pool and thankfully, they sit there instead.

Once they’re seated, I relax slightly and take a large sip of my strawberry daiquiri. As he settles into his chair, I swear I can see the corner of his lips perk up a little. I can’t see his eyes, but the way my heartbeat accelerates, the heat that blooms deep within me, I know he’s looking at me.

I think.

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