hormones out of control, though. It felt more like a cold assessment of a side of beef.
Well, fuck her.
He didn’t care about her, he didn’t care about any woman except Allegra.
“Here, honey,” he said, putting a dry towel around his wife’s shoulders. His hands lingered, as if his hands were magnets and she was the North Pole. It was almost impossible to lift them. He stared down at the nape of her neck, at the tender soft skin there. She loved it when he kissed her neck and he knew exactly which parts needed kissing and which parts needed biting. Nothing rough, just a little nip, guaranteed to make her break out in goosebumps.
She shivered again. But where before seeing her shiver or be uncomfortable in any way, or—God!—in pain was enough to switch his dick off completely, now he recognized a truth that had been staring him in the face for the past month.
Allegra was better. Much better. She wasn’t 100%, she’d had major brain surgery, but she was fine. As she’d told him over and over again these past weeks, but he simply wouldn’t listen to her. He’d been worried sick about her and that had wiped out the thinking part of his brain. Not that that part had ever been too big to begin with, he thought wryly.
They stopped at the elevator and turned around to look at the spectacular view, pristine white sandy beach, intense turquoise water, the two arms of land embracing the beach intensely green and perfumed. Allegra shaded her eyes, then accepted her sunglasses from him with a quick smile.
“It’s so beautiful here,” she sighed.
“Yeah.” He pressed the elevator button. “Yannis tell you that everyone on this island is convinced it’s Atlantis?”
She took in the long, crescent-shaped beach, supposedly half of the caldera of the volcano that destroyed the legendary island. It was exactly as if someone had taken a compass and traced half a perfect circle. Behind the beach, the land rose dramatically with the blinding white buildings of the village of Hagios Nikolaus spilling down over the hillside from the summit. Every inch of the land was covered with greenery and the terraced hills were famous for providing perfect grapes and perfect vegetables.
“Yes, he did. It’s not hard to believe when you see this beach. And he says that underwater explorers keep finding artifacts from the Minoan culture and a mysterious pre-Minoan culture.” She smiled. “Must be nice to think of your home as once being Atlantis.”
The elevator came with a muted, melodic ping. Trust Yannis to find an elevator bell that sounded as if it were made exclusively for the ears of rich people.
Up on the bluff the air had turned slightly chilly. Kowalski hurried Allegra along with a hand to her back. He’d just realized that she wasn’t sick any more, but he definitely didn’t want her to catch the flu.
Because maybe, just maybe, tonight…his dick stirred and he put the kibosh on his thoughts. He was still in his swim trunks and walking around with a semi hard-on was not cool.
There was a distant whooping sound and Kowalski frowned, searching the sky. There it was. An Augusta AW119 Ke Koala, one of the most expensive helicopters in the world. Inside, it was appointed like an S-class Mercedes Benz. It could reach a flying speed of 170 mph and had a range of 620 miles, so if it had refueled once it could have come from anywhere in Europe, the Middle East and most of the Far East.
In a few minutes it was hovering, nose down, over Yannis’s hotel’s helipad. The wind ruffled the leaves of the plants in Yannis’s extensive, pretty gardens but before any damage could be done the pilot landed and killed the rotors. Kowalski should have ushered Allegra back to their suite fast, but he was curious to see who the bigwig was.
The rotors were still slowly spinning when the door opened, retracted back against the frame and steps automatically descended. Three security guys descended lightly, moving like athletes. They