The Greek's Marriage Bargain ✔️ (Completed)

Seven

Hi loves! Punch the VOTE button to make me smile😘😘😘

*****

The shower was icy and Dimitris stood beneath the punishing jets as he tried to rid his body of a desire so fierce that he felt he might explode with it. Tipping his head back, he allowed the impact of the cold water to power onto his face, but nothing could take away the thought that he had just spent an entire night in bed with his wife.

    And he hadn't laid a finger on her.
    He had lain awake as he'd felt the slide of pyjama-clad body occasionally brushing against him and the temptation to imprison her beneath him had been overpowering. He'd had to resist the urge to bury his fingers into her thick hair and to open his mouth over hers, kissing her until he had melted away every single one of her reservations.

    He uttered a growled curse in Greek.

    Would he see any signs of change in her this morning? he wondered. Would the sincere discussion they'd had last night under cover of darkness have softened Nat's stance towards him?

    She must have used the second bathroom because when he returned to the bedroom with only a white towel wrapped around his hips she was no longer lying in bed where he'd left het. Wise woman, he thought grimly. It was probably safer to stay away from him when he was feeling like this.

    He dressed ans walked out onto the terrace to find her sitting at the table, wearing a simple cotton dress with her ponytail hair hanging down her back. In front of her was a pot of coffee, a dish of Greek yogurt and a platter of fruit. Shw looked up as he approached and, although her sunglasses concealed the expression in her eyes, he saw the way that her teeth chewed nervously at her bottom lip.

    "What a touchingly domestic scene," he drawled.

    "I went over to the main house and got all this stuff from Phyllida," she explained a little defensively, in response to the arrogantly rise of his eyebrows. "I thought it might be nice to have breakfast here, since the gardens are so pretty."

    He sat down and took the cup which she slid toward him. "I imagined my mother planned for us to eat in the main house -- but if you're planning to play housewife, that's fine by me."

    "I'm planning a little space," she said firmly, wishing he wouldn't do that. Acting as if she had some sort of hidden agenda when she definitely didn't. Hadn't she made that clear enough last night? "I'm sure Martha doesn't want me hanging around all the time. But don't let me stop you from doing your own thing. I'm perfectly happy witg my own company."

    He smiled as he poured them both a coffee. "I like it," he said. "Quite like old times."

    For a moment she said nothing because this was nothing like old times. She'd woken this morning feeling disorientated, aware that she'd spent a night in bed with Dimitris but that he hadn't touched her. Or rather, he had. He'd touched her in a way which was completely out of character. He'd held her. And it had been tender rather than sexual. More than that, he'd actually listened to her and then hsd gone out of his way to explain some of his more controlling behaviour.

    Didn't he realize how confused that made her feel?

    She shot him a quick glance. "Phyllida also said that we can go and see your grandmother after breakfast."

    "Right."

    She saw the sudden tension which had darkened his face. "I hope she's not in any pain."

    He shook his head. "The doctors are very good about managing the pain these days and at least we are about to care for her here at home." He put his cup down. "It was last time I was here that she began asking about you. You know, she liked you, Nat. She liked you alot."