The Greek's Marriage Bargain ✔️ (Completed)

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It was a long time since Natalia had been on the back of a motorbike. Not since her last visit here, just before she'd become pregnant. Before the pressure had become so intense and they'd started to treat her as if she had been made of porcelain. When she'd been made so aware of the significance of the child she carried...

    Squashing the helmet over her ponytailed hair, she wriggled onto the pillion seat behind him.

    "Where do you wanna go?" he threw over his shoulder.
   
    "Surprise me."

    "Okay." He kick-started the bike and it pulled away with a throaty roar as the electronic gates swung open.

    They headed off down the road, with dust bellowing up in clouds as they passed and Natalia felt the first heady rush of freedom as they headed down the hillside.

    She noticed that he avoided the busy coastal road and wondered if he might take her to the famous Acropolis of Lindos, with it's Knight's stairway and view over St. Nicolas Bay, which was considered one of the most stunning in all Greece. But that would have been an unwelcome surprise because it was the place where he'd asked her to marry him, during an unforgettable day of high romance and promise. And an overwhelming sense of relief washed over her when he headed inland, through the tiny hillside village of Laerma and then out onto the Profila road.

    Dimitris' new bike was powerful, but Natalia realized that he must have remembered her fear of high speed, because he squashed his dare-devil nature and took it at a relatively easy pace. Which meant that she was able to enjoy the breathtaking views of an island which the ancient Greeks had described as 'more beautiful than the sun'.

    The only trouble with motorbikes, she reflected, was that you had to get close. Like, really close. As a passenger you had to grip the waist of the person in front and cling to them like glue. She was being given a legitimate reason to touch her husband and she couldn't decide if it was heaven or hell.

    Her senses felt as if they were being assaulted from all sides. The beauty of the island and the sense of freedom which warmed her skin as she hung onto Dimitris was heady stuff. And she wasn't naive enough to deny that the throb of the powerful machine between her legs was making her think about things she definitely shouldn't be thinking about.

    They drove for about twenty miles before he brought the bike to a halt on the dusty road close to the monastery of Moni Thari and turned his head to look at her.
    "Do you want to stop and go inside?"
   
    She'd been here before, too. In fact, Natalia realized that there were few places on the island she hadn't visited, but today it seemed appropriate to go inside that spiritual place and to think of Maria.
    "I'd like that."

    He parked close to the monastery and they went inside. The thickness of the ancient walls meant that the interior was cool and welcoming and the echoing silence seemed to seep into her skin and fill her with a strange sense of calm.
   
    But as they paused to study the exquisite frescoes, Natalia felt as if she was being emotionally tugged in all directions. She was acutely aware of Dimitris at her side, his motorcycle helmet tucked beneath his arm. With his dark hair ruffled and windswept, he looked dressed down and casual. But no matter what he wore or how he presented himself, he always drew the eye.

    She could see a couple of beautiful Scotlandish women turning to stare at him and she saw the expressions on their faces. And it always like that. Women always looked at him and wanted him. Yet there was nothing to suggest that the man studying the frescoes with such rapt curiousity was a powerful billionaire with global influence. He just looked so very Greek.