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thought to myself.
    My heart raced. Christos had been working out and his curls dampened about his tanned forehead. As he shut the door, I stole a lustful look at his gym-pumped body, admired how taut his chest was underneath his close-fitting black T-shirt, then flickered my eyes back to the page.
    ‘I just wondered if you were planning on going to salsa class next week,’ he said, ‘and if so, might you like to practise beforehand?’
    ‘Oh. Well, sure!’
    ‘OK. Great. Well, I’ll leave you to it.’ He backed out, but for a foot, which remained firmly planted across the threshold, propping open the door.
    ‘You have very red lips.’
    It hung between us like a sin. I remembered it now. I had loved it.
    I looked up at his handsome face, Christos concentrating on the chord sequences. This hotel trip was going to be just what we needed.

CHAPTER 6
    The next morning we set off for the resort. We took the Lexus, not the Mercedes, which wasn’t practical for a long drive along the cliff tops.
    I was still thinking about what Giagia had called Christos as we left her house the other morning.
Leventi
mou
. He was indeed my
leventi
, and surely there was nothing that could get in the way of our love, not even this stupid business of him moving out. I had never believed in the One but if if there was such a thing, Christos was it. Everything would work itself out.
    Christos turned on the radio. ‘
Louloudaki mou
’ was playing. We started to sing along. It was harder to fondle one another in this car but I could still stroke my hand up and down his thigh.
    ‘Nichi
mou
, you’re going to have to do the gears if you’re going to distract me like that, you know!’
    ‘Ha ha. I can probably just about manage that. Just as long as it doesn’t involve roundabouts.’
    ‘One day you’ll learn to drive, Nichi
mou
, when the time is right.’
    ‘No.’ I shook my head. ‘I’ve decided I don’t want to. I think I’m one of those women that is destined to be driven.’
    Christos laughed. ‘To be driven, eh? See, you with your shoe fetish and taste in luxury perfumes. I’ve always known you were high maintenance. Born to be served.’
    My hand was still stroking up along his thigh. I let it stray further up to his crotch.
    ‘Mmmm, Nichi, be careful!’
    ‘You’re a good driver,’ I teased. ‘You can concentrate. Besides,’ I continued, ‘if a police car catches up with us they’ll let us off. Remember that time when you and Stavros got pulled over sharing a bottle of whisky and the officer just told you to make sure you were on your way home to bed?’
    ‘That was because Stavros knew the officer, Nichi
mou
!’
    ‘Chances are you chat to anyone in Greece for five minutes and you’ll find a friend in common.’
    ‘You and your cultural stereotypes of my people!’
    ‘Well, Christos, you shouldn’t do such a good impersonation of an Olympian now, should you? An exceedingly priapic Olympian . . .’
    Even through his jeans, his erection was blatant.
    I flickered my fingers along his fly then slid them up under his belt buckle, teasing open the stiff top button.
    Christos kept his eyes fixed on the road.
    ‘Christos,’ I wheedled. ‘You’re not trying to resist me, are you?’
    He shook his head, smiling. ‘I don’t need to.’
    ‘What, you mean you’re not the slightest bit aroused right now, Christos
mou
?’
    Suddenly, he smacked down the indicator, biceps bracing as he yanked the steering wheel towards me and pulled off the highway.
    ‘Where are we going?’
    ‘To an underground car park I know. I drop off cars for customers who live at the coast there sometimes. It’ll be empty. And if it’s not, there are pillars we can park behind.’
    I loved Christos’s decisiveness. It turned me on.
    It was stupendously hot and the heat rippled up off the asphalt in waves. I flicked my right leg up on to the dashboard, touching my scarlet-manicured toes to the toasted leather then jerked my foot