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will know I’m far from immune to his raw sensuality and afraid that I will be lured into a situation of no-turning-back vulnerability.
    His gaze continues to roam indiscreetly. I try to deduce what he’s imagining. Tying my hands and feet to the bedposts so he can have his way with me or licking chocolate sauce off of my bare abdomen, perhaps? Heat rushes to my face as these visions unfold.
    He waves a hand in front of my face. “If I could have your attention for a moment?”
    “Yeah, what?”
    Eros takes a step back and turns his back to the beanbag, bending his legs and sticking his butt out as he’s about to drop down to sitting. “Ready to count and drop down beside each other in the chair?”
    “All righty then.” This bizarre sitting lesson has attracted the interest of Maryann, her husband Randy and everyone else on the bow deck. Maryann gives me a suggestive wink.
    “ One, two...”
    “Three,” I say with him as we drop down. The beans inside the chair crunch loudly from our sudden, forceful landing. Unbelievably, his silly plan worked. Instead of the lopsided position I landed in before, I sit level and comfortable, neatly embedded in the sack of beans.
    A self-satisfied grin spreads over Eros’ face making sexy dents appear at the corners of his deliciously thick lips. The man looks like he’s just indulged in great sex or finished off a decadently good piece of chocolate. “Isn’t that much better?”
    I try to wipe the vision of melted chocolate around the rims of his sumptuous lips from my mind. My mind’s eye sees chocolate streaming over the ridges of his abdomen and then dripping down on his well endowed... extremely well endowed... Oh, my God, stop! Why am I reading lewd things into a simple facial expression? Maybe he wears this same expression after he finishes a trip to the grocery store or pays his bills?
    “You were about to say something, I think?”
    I clear my throat. “Oh, yes, it’s much better. Sitting like this. Thank you.” I grab my dry bag like it’s a life preserver. I need a distraction. Any distraction. I unfasten the clip that seals the top to keep water out and unroll it. I dig around in the depths of my bag to make myself look busy.
    “You got all your luggage inside there?” His head bumps gently against mine as he attempts to peer inside the depths of the bag.
    “No, just stuff I need,” I say in a defensive tone before I jerk the bag away. “Sunscreen, camera, money, rain parka, wet suit in case the water’s too cold. Oh, and an outfit to wear when we go to lunch.” It seemed like a reasonable amount of stuff to pack for a day trip until I hear myself calling out every item. Now I suddenly feel like I’m declaring to everyone in the vicinity I’m super high maintenance.
    “An outfit for lunch? Did you bring jewelry and a pair of high heels to go with that?”
    I scowl at him. “Of course not. This is a swimming vacation, not a fashion show.” I shrug my shoulders, trying to look casual as I justify myself. “I just threw in a little dress to slip on over my suit during lunch. It wouldn’t be proper to go into a restaurant wearing just a wrap.”
    “This is Greece, Maya. Not the United States. You don’t have to wear shoes, a shirt or a tie to get served here. Rules and regimens aren’t our style. They seem to be an epidemic in your country. Along with being uptight.”
    “We aren’t uptight. We’re very relaxed.” I clear my throat. “About some things.” Once again, my words have taken me straight over the edge of a cliff. I just said I was relaxed with a clenched jaw and while digging trenches into my palms with my fingernails. The smirk on Eros’ face gives away the fact that he’s seen the absurdity of what I just said.
    “Ah, yes, very relaxed indeed. Perhaps we should move on to a less controversial subject?” He points toward the other side of the wide bay. “Over there is Nidri Town.”
    The Ionian Goddess has been gliding past