19. Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Nineteen
By the time I make it home, the anticipation is driving me insane. The weekends in Molyvos are always the busiest and we haven’t been able to find a table at the new place so we settle at the one we usually go to. Nikos hasn’t arrived yet, so I text him about the plan change as soon as Tom and I settle down in a quiet corner. Most of the tables are occupied by tourists, munching on their Greek salads while enjoying the local spirit- ouzo.
The moon is slowly climbing high, casting its soft glow across the rippling sea, making the smaller boats dance around in the small harbor. A few minutes later, I see Nikos walking down the narrow alley towards us, and I have to stop myself from staring. Dressed in a dark blue shirt and dark jeans, his good looks turn quite a few heads as he stops at our table. Tom is the first one to stand, greeting our guest. I watch as both men shake hands and flashes of them both naked and hard for me fill my mind.
“I hope you like it here,” I apologize as we all take our seats.
Nikos offers me a warm smile. “You can’t beat the fish they serve here. The owner was good friends with my late father.”
A moment later, the waiter arrives, handing out the menu and taking our drink order.
“So, how’s work, Nikos? You must be quite busy this time of year, huh?” my husband asks and I turn to look at my boss.
“Not as much as I’d like to, but we manage.” I watch him nod to a couple of guys his age sitting across from us.
Our drinks arrive soon after, and we give our order, my mouth already watering to taste the delicious meals listed on the menu. Tom fills half my glass with cold water, topping it with ouzo. “Do you drink, Nikos?”
“Yes, I do.”
I can feel his gaze lingering on my lips as I pull out my cigarettes and strike a match. I take a deep drag, wondering if he’s thinking the same thing I am right now; How his lips would feel on mine. How his mouth would feel on my pussy.
“Στην υγει? μα?,” he says, raising his glass and taking a long sip of the aromatic, anisey spirit.
"Cheers," I add, remembering our naughty conversation on the internet and the way he spoke to me while we danced together, I have to keep it together if I want to get through this night without utterly embarrassing myself.
“So, I can certainly understand why my wife is smitten with you, Nikos.”
“I’d hardly say she’s smitten, Tom. But you know better, so…”
My husband reaches out and takes my hand in his, squeezing it gently. “Yes. I do. I’m sure her confession must have shocked you. Trust me when I say this was completely out of character for her. She’s usually a very good girl.”
I turn to look at Nikos, watching closely as he pulls out his packet of cigarettes only to find he’s out.
“Here.” I hand him my own and when our fingers touch for the briefest of seconds, it’s like electricity courses through me. We exchange a heated gaze but he breaks our connection first. He lights the cigarette and nods, taking a deep drag.
“Well, I have to say I wasn’t expecting to hear that from Lisa, especially.”
Tom watches us closely, his eyes scanning everything from our exchanged looks to the boisterous customers now occupying the tables next to ours. The wind has picked up, ruffling the nearby trees, and sending a chill down my back.
“I tried to warn my wife to think it over before talking to you about it, but she was rather fixated on the idea.”
“Yes, she can be very persuasive. I’m sure she has already told you that I have agreed to accommodate your wishes. Since you guys are fine with it, I have no problem myself.”
The waiter arrives with the first dishes and our conversation comes to a halt until we’re alone again.
Tom turns to look at me. “Good. Now that that’s settled, can we please focus on emptying all of these?”
We take a moment to each pick out our serving from the platter filled with crunchy calamari, deep-fried zucchini flowers stuffed with feta cheese and rice, and locally sourced baked sardela.
“If you don’t mind, I’d like to know a little more about you, Nikos,” Tom continues as he refills his glass. “Your English is excellent; have you been abroad?”
Nikos gives me a playful wink and turns to look at my husband. “I spent a few years in London after I finished my Bachelor's in business administration.”
Tom cuts the calamari into little chunks, drizzling it with freshly cut lemon juice. “I see. And your folks? Do they live here, too?”
“My parents are both deceased,” Nikos says flatly.
“I’m sorry to hear that. Sorry about your divorce, too. Lisa’s been telling me about how your wife’s been dragging you in and out of the courtroom to settle your joint property.”
I watch Nikos offer Tom a lazy smile. “Well, it is what it is, Tom. Not everyone is lucky enough to be living the fairytale, like you and Lisa. I’m just glad the kids are grown enough to understand what’s going on.”
I watch as he reaches into the back pocket of his jeans, presenting us with a piece of paper. “Here, I almost forgot.”
I want to reach out and take the document, but I leave it to Tom, instead.
“What’s this?”
Nikos swallows his bite, his eyes fixed on me. “It’s my latest medical exam. Lisa told me a bit about you guys. I think it’s only fair you know who you’re dealing with, too.”
I remain silent, letting the moment unfold between them, and focus on my food as my husband reads through it. “It’s good to see you came prepared,” he says a moment later and I wish we could just get back home and fuck already.