Page 3 of Brassy Bigwig

CHAPTER TWO

DIMITRIOS

Scanning the aquamarine sea over the tops of my feet, I yearn to be on the water in my yacht instead of on a beach surrounded by obnoxious twenty-somethings. I told Dex I would sail us out here, but he couldn’t be away for that long. He has a big company retreat next week he can’t miss as CEO of Montague Enterprises. It would take more than a month to get from Hermosa Beach, California to Mykonos and back, not to mention the week-long stay at the Santa Marina Resort they booked.

My yacht, The Cerulean, is where I feel most at home. I let my compass guide me in every aspect of my life—faith, love, family—as well as on the open sea. That’s why I have a compass tattooed over my heart. I don’t think it was wrong in leading me to Emilia. I think I needed to be with her so I know what I’m not looking for in life.

I should have sailed out here by myself and met them on the island.

Anyway, I’m here now, so I may as well make the most of it. It’s not every day you finalize your divorce. What a shitshow it was. That circus finally coming to an end is more than enough reason to celebrate.

Laying back in my chaise lounge, I take a swig of my beer as I try to cast off the secondhand embarrassment I feel for these young guys out here. They’re laying the compliments and pick-up lines on thick. Now that I’m single, is this really what I have to look forward to?

Fuck that.

I’m not planning on getting back into a relationship anytime soon anyway. Maybe never again.

I down the rest of my beer and look for the server who has been floating around here. When I spot him, he’s busy flirting with the friend of the captivating girl I locked eyes on at the pool a few days ago. But she’s nowhere in sight.

Where is she?

Théa mou. My goddess.

My mouth pulls up at the corner, recalling when I first laid eyes on her.

As I scan the clientele on the pool deck of the resort, my eyes lock onto one of the most alluring girls I’ve ever seen. Her long brown hair is in waves down to the swell of her breasts. Her sunglasses, which are blocking my view of her eyes, sit atop a thin nose. Her skin is perfectly sun-kissed.

My eyes roam over the rest of her body, taking in the sight of her laying back against the cushion under the cabana in her lavender bikini, and my cock hardens instantly. She’s much younger than any other girl I’ve been attracted to before. Unless she showed a fake ID at check-in, she’s at least twenty-one, which is how old you need to be to reserve a room here.

At least I know she isn’t jailbait.

I say that as though I’m actually considering pursuing her, which is absurd.

I watch as she tries to hide behind her sunglasses, but it’s fruitless. I may not be able to see her eyes, but make no mistake, there’s no missing the way I’m affecting her.

It doesn’t appear she realizes the way her shoulders are pushed backward, arching her back slightly so her tits protrude out a little more than they were a moment earlier.

But I did.

She also may not notice her thighs rubbing together the longer she pretends not to stare at me. I ache to know how strongly her clit is throbbing.

I come back to the present before my cock gets too uncomfortably hard. The girls left not long after that, and it killed me to watch her go. My eyes hadn’t had their fill of her beauty yet.

What did she do when she left? Did she forget about me? Did she go back to her room and rub herself off to thoughts of me? Did she make herself come, pretending it was my fingers that were rousing her orgasm?

I tear my eyes from her friend. I can’t have these thoughts here. Not when I am in public. Not with Dex and Bianca right next to me. Not when théa mou isn’t in my sights.

Where is she?

Irritated I can’t find her, I take another swig of my beer, forgetting it was empty. Not knowing how long the server is going to be shamelessly flirting, I decide to go to the bar myself to get another round.

“I gotta take a leak and get another beer. Either of you want anything?” I inquire.

“Sure, I’ll take one,” Dex speaks up. “B?”

“Yeah. Thanks,” Bianca responds.

I pretend to take one final sip of my beer as I silently plead with my erection to die down, so I’m able to stand. I sneak another look at Dex who glances strangely at me. Not wanting to explain myself, I get up and rearrange my cock as discreetly as possible. Walking away from the shining sea, I head to the building—a hut, really—just outside of the access trail from the resort to their private beach, where the bar and bathrooms are located.

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