Just fine. Better than fine, actually. I’m taking an Uber back. I’ll tell you all about it when I’m home.
You better, she responded followed up with a wink emoji.
Next, I pulled up Uber and ordered the car. Luckily, there was one only a few minutes away.
I put on the rest of my clothes, then turned to see Alex leaning against the wall next to the stairs. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of jeans, his arms crossed over his bare chest, a small smile on his lips.
“You know, as good as you look naked, there’s something about a woman getting dressed that’s incredibly sexy.”
“Were you watching me the whole time?” I asked with a grin.
“Greek men appreciate beauty,” he said, walking over to me with slow, confident steps. “In fact, when we’re presented with it, we often find it impossible to tear our eyes away.”
He placed his hand under my chin, tilted my face up, and planted a slow, sensual kiss on my lips. The rest of the world melted away as he kissed me, and for a moment all I wanted was to go right back upstairs.
He was the one who showed restraint, however. Alex took his lips from mine.
“It was a pleasure, Georgia,” he said. “One I won’t soon forget.”
“Same here.”
I pursed my lips and glanced away; the sexual tension so thick in the air that I could hardly think straight.
“Uh, bye.”
It wasn’t the most eloquent or sexiest thing to say, but I had to say something and get out of there before I gave in to what I wanted.
As he opened the door to let me out, I took one last look at him, then stepped out into the cool, evening air. I hurried down the dock, and as I did, I glanced over my shoulder. Not sure why—maybe I was hoping that he’d be standing on the second-floor deck watching me, gesturing for me to come back inside. He wasn’t.
I reluctantly tore my eyes away from the yacht and turned toward the road beyond the dock. A car matching the description of my Uber was there, the headlights on. I hurried over and got inside, the driver confirming my information before driving off.
I watched the yacht shrink in the distance, the moon still high above it like a big, silver coin.
I couldn’t help but smile, knowing that I’d just made a memory that would last me a lifetime, the perfect end to my magical adventure in Greece.
Chapter 6
Alex
Iwas certain I was losing my mind.
Making my way down Fifth Avenue in the warm evening air, I felt positive that it was her. She had that same build, that same curvaceous body, that same sun-blonde hair. I drew closer, weaving through the thick crowds on the sidewalk, the towers of midtown Manhattan looming large over me.
Could it possibly be her? We hadn’t spent that much time together, but she didn’t say a word about New York, or any connection in her life that would explain her being here in my city.
Nevertheless, my heart raced faster and faster the closer I got to her. Truth be told, I was so overcome by the possibility of it being her that I had no idea what I’d even say. Regardless, there was no doubt in my mind that I wanted to speak to her, to lay eyes on the gorgeous face that I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about since that night in Greece over a week ago.
The woman stopped, slipping something out of her purse—her phone, of course. Phone in hand, she turned and, right at the moment I was about to open my mouth and say something, I realized it wasn’t her.
I stopped instantly.
Although the woman was very attractive and looked similar to Georgia, she was just another woman. I watched as she started to raise the phone to her ear. As she did, she must’ve sensed that some idiot was standing a dozen or so feet away from her, staring at her as if he were invisible.
She turned slowly, making eye contact with me. I broke my gaze from hers the instant it met. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her watch me for a few moments, as if wanting to make sure that she didn’t have anything to worry about, and that I wasn’t some creeper that was going to follow her. Once she was convinced, she brought the phone the rest of the way up and began chatting to whomever was on the other line.
I ran my hand through my hair, feeling like an asshole. I’d gotten so carried away with myself that I’d nearly approached some random woman on the street.
The woman, whoever she was, flagged down a cab, hopped in and was gone.