He smiled. “I get the idea. Look, my attorney has got everything wrapped up. I totally appreciate your desire to help. But everything is going to be fine.”
“Christos, I don’t know much about how court works, but I do know that I was there that day. You’re going to trial because of that guy who yelled at me the day we met, aren’t you?”
He nodded. “You figured it out. I’m not surprised. Your smarts are half of what attracted me to you in the first place.”
“Really? I’m not just a pretty face?” I struck a fashion model lip pout pose and piled my hair on my head with both hands.
He chuckled. “You’re a pretty face too. The prettiest.”
“Then you’ll totally want me in your trial so I can win over all the male jurors. I’ll have them wrapped around my finger after I’m through.”
“I’m sure you would. But you don’t need to do anything. It’s going to be fine.”
“Come on, Christos. We both know I was an eyewitness. And my eyes were closer to that jerk than anyone else’s. My version of events would totally help you. Am I wrong?”
“No.”
“Then how do I get into the trial? What do I have to do to tell my side of things?”
“You don’t.”
I frowned at him. “Why not?”
“It’s too late.”
“What? Can you please explain in detail?”
He sighed. “We had to tell the judge at the pre-trial today which witnesses we’re going to call to the stand on Friday. It’s too late to add more.”
“That’s stupid! Why?”
“Because the D.A. has to have a chance to hear whatever testimony you might give before the trial starts. So they have time to prepare.”
“No problem. I’ll call them right now!” I stomped my foot.
“It doesn’t work like that. You have to go through the system. It takes time.”
“That’s ridiculous!” I felt my anger rising like a volcano. I wanted to protect Christos more than I wanted to draw another breath. “We still have two days!”
“No, we had two days two days ago.” he said calmly.
“What if I—”
He shook his head.
“I could—”
“No, agápi mou,” he said. “It’s too late.”
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” I wanted to pound him on the chest in frustration. “I could’ve helped!”
“You’ve already helped me more than you will ever realize.”
“Who cares?” I was raging at him now. “If you’re in jail because I didn’t tell everyone what happened in court, it doesn’t matter! I don’t want you behind bars for even a second! Don’t you get it? This is so stupid!” I pushed out of his arms and stalked across the deck until I was standing at the edge of the swimming pool. I suddenly had the desire to dive in and swim a hundred laps in my clothes. I was furious. But swimming wouldn’t get me where I wanted to go.
I felt warm arms wrap around me from behind. He kissed the top of my head and I leaned into him.
I was crying now. “Why didn’t you tell me, Christos?”
“Because I didn’t want you to waste your time on this. I got myself into this mess, I’ll get myself out.”
“But I want to help!” I cried.
“Agápi mou, you need to focus on your classes and your jobs. Speaking of which, didn’t you have a shift at Grab-n-Dash tonight?”
I stiffened in Christos’ arms. Oh shit. Oh fuckity shit! I’d forgot all about it. I was so stressed about Christos not answering my calls, I had gone space cadet.
“You forgot, didn’t you?” he asked.
I winced, “Uh…maybe?”
“Samantha, this is what I’m talking about. You’re so wound up worrying about me when you should be worrying about you.”
I spun around in his arms. “Don’t you get it? You’re always helping me, Christos. This is finally the one time I can do something to really help you, and you won’t let me. My stupid job at Grab-n-Dash doesn’t matter. I’m not going to be a convenience store clerk for the rest of my life. I can find another job. But if I’m not mistaken, you only get one trial, right?”
“Unless there’s a mistrial. But yeah, usually there’s only one.”
“So quit being so bull headed and let me help you, damn it!”
He smiled his dimpled grin at me. “I would if I could, but it’s out of my hands. Anyway, the trial is not until Friday. I have tonight and all of tomorrow to enjoy my freedom. And you, agápi mou. Can’t we enjoy tonight and forget about what’s around the corner?”
The pleading look in his eyes melted my heart. I snuggled my cheek against his rock hard chest. Stupid muscles. Stupid dimples. Stupid Christos! I wound my arms around him and squeezed him as tightly as I could. I would do my best to block out the trial and focus on the now.
I sighed. “I believe you’d mentioned a present of some sort?”
“I did,” he said seductively. “But before we get to that, maybe you should call your boss and tell him you can’t make it?”
Groan!
My boss could take his neon urine colored Grab-n-Dash uniform shirt and shove it up his ass. Since I was moving in with Christos, and would be saving on rent, did I really need the job? Oh wait, ever since my parents had gone bonkers and decided to stop sending me any money for college, yes. Not only did I need Grab-n-Dash, I could use three more jobs on top of it. There was no way I could pay my tuition with what I made working at the SDU art museum and Grab-n-Dash combined.
My life was truly screwing me in every orifice. Worse, not only were my main orifi getting the shaft from every direction, including my ears, nostrils, and eye sockets, but I imagined millions of tiny microscopic dicks busily raping every pore on my body.
Screw it. I may as well enjoy my evening with Christos.
Because things couldn’t get any worse, could they?
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Christos and I went inside and I immediately called my boss at Grab-n-Dash on my phone. I apologized profusely for not coming in and asked what I could do to make it up to him.
He promptly told me I was fired.
“Oh yeah?” I shouted into the phone, “Well, your uniforms look like pee and they smell like hot dogs! I don’t need your stupid job!” I heard him hang up on me. “And your eyebrows look like caterpillars!” I screamed.
“That went well,” Christos said dryly.
“I always hated that place anyway. I didn’t even get free ICEEs when I was on the clock! My boss was a total miser.”
“You’ll find something better,” Christos encouraged. “Who knows, maybe you’ll sell some more art.”
I wondered if The Wombat paid for comic strips? I’d have to ask the editor, Justin Tomlinson. Gulp. I could worry about that later. Christos now.
“So, you said something about a present?” I asked sheepishly. I admit it. I was greedy for a good gift. It had been a long day.
“Yes,” he grinned. “You’re going to love it. Come on, I’ll show you.” He led me through the house until we ended up in the garage. He flipped on the lights.
The first thing I noticed was an old station wagon with wood paneling on the sides and white wall tires. I’d never seen one like it before. I wrinkled my nose. “Did you get me a car?”
“What,” Christos looked confused, “the Woody?”
I snorted a laugh.
He narrowed his eyes, “You don’t know what a Woody is, do you?”
“Christos!” I giggled. “Of course I do.”
He smirked at me. “Okay, what is it?”
“Duh. A woody is a hard on.”
“A what?” he asked, amused.
“You know,” I insisted.
“No. Tell me. I’m all ears.”
“An erection.”
“A what?”
“Christos, how could you of all people not know what I’m talking about?”
He shook his head, totally confused.
“A
n erect penis?” I said uncertainly.
He still looked confused.
“Am I not speaking English?” I asked.
He shrugged his shoulders.
“Okay,” I blurted, “now I know you’re messing with me.”
He cracked up laughing.
I swatted his arm. “Jerk!”
He dodged away from another swat and cackled, “You’re super sexy when you’re mad! I totally need a picture of your face right now!”
“Boys!” I folded my arms. “So, what is woody, Mr. Smarty Pants?”
“This particular Woody is my grandad’s 1949 Plymouth station wagon. He bought it when my dad was a kid and they restored it together back in the 1970s.”
“Oh. It’s really nice. How come I never see your grandfather driving it?”
“It’s a classic. He only takes it out now and then. Before they finished restoring it all the way, my granddad would load up the surfboards and take my dad surfing up and down the coast when he was a kid.”
“That sounds like fun.” I’d never done anything nearly that cool with my parents. Once again, I felt that pinch of jealousy every time Christos told me yet another casual story about his family life. I don’t think he thought anything of it. To him, it was normal. To me it was exotic, romantic, and almost unbelievable. Did people really enjoy their lives this much? My parents hadn’t. For them, everything had been about work, taking precautions, planning for the future. What about living in the moment? I don’t think they knew what that was.
“So,” Christos said, “the first part of your present. Boxes.”
“Boxes?”
He walked over to a stack of new boxes leaning against the wall of the garage. “Moving boxes. And packing supplies. For you.”
“For me?” I looked at the boxes. There was a bunch of different sizes, including one of those wardrobe boxes for hanging clothes.
“If we’re going to get you moved in with me, we’re going to need to pack everything up, right?” He smiled at me.
My heart melted instantly. I’d been running around like cray-cray for the last two days, yet somehow Christos had managed to keep his eye on the prize, so to speak. I said tentatively, “Are you sure?”
He scoffed. “Of course I’m sure.”
“But, the other night you flipped out and bolted from my apartment after telling me about your trial. I thought maybe you’d changed your mind.” I wanted to hide my face. I was about to cry. I willed my tears to stay put, lest they ruin my dreams, which were coming true right before my eyes.
“I owe you an apology for that, agápi mou. I totally flipped out.” He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close.
I stared up into his lustrous blue eyes. They pierced my heart so easily. I felt warmth drizzling into me as my eyes drank the love shining from his. “It’s okay, Christos. I understand.”
“You didn’t deserve for me to run out like that, especially after your parents blew gaskets about your plan to move in with me. I should’ve been there for you. I think I was so freaked out by what your parents said, combined with the stress of my trial, it was like I couldn’t do anything to stop the landslide. After I cooled off, I had to remind myself that I can’t control what your parents say or do, and I can’t control the outcome of my trial. But that doesn’t mean the rest of my life has to grind to a halt. We talked about moving in together, and I meant it. Shit, you already have a sweet art studio here. May as well seal the deal. This house is your house. I want you to live with me, no matter what happens.”
I think I was floating outside my body. Any second I expected to see a light at the end of a dark tunnel and hear a choir of angels welcoming me to heaven. Oh wait, the light was just the love glowing in Christos’ eyes. “Yes,” I said hoarsely. I had to clear my throat, I was so choked up. “Yes!” I laughed. “I totally want to move in with you!”
“Awesome,” he smiled, his eyes darkening with tangible desire. “I’ve already got Jake and a bunch of my buddies lined up tomorrow. One of them has a big pickup. If you’re willing, I thought me and the boys could go to your apartment while you’re at school and pack everything up for you. We can put your furniture in the garage. We’ll have all your stuff moved in before you’re back from campus. What do you think?”
“Wow! That sounds awesome! Are you sure? I mean, moving isn’t usually people’s number one social activity.”
“It’s totally cool. As long as you’re cool with us doing it. I’d need to get your apartment key. And you should probably tell your manager and your neighbors so they don’t think we’re robbing you.”
I laughed. “I’ll do that. Oh, one thing.”
“What?”
“Don’t let any of your buddies sniff my underwear,” I giggled.
He chuckled. “They won’t have a chance. I’ll be too busy hogging all of it for myself.” He inhaled loudly, “Ah yeah, that’s the shit!”
I swatted his arm again. “I can’t decide whether that’s disgusting or a total turn on.”
“I like how your pussy smells, so I’m going with turn on.”
I winced. “Gross!”
He shook his head and smiled. “One day we’re going to have to break you of your prudish ways, agápi mou. I like how your pussy smells. I like how it tastes. I generally think about jamming my face between your legs every five minutes.”
“You are so crude!”
He smiled his dimpled grin. “What can I say? You turn me on more than any woman has ever turned a man on in the history of men. I’m the luckiest guy on the planet and I like to indulge in it. Your pussy, that is. Nectar of the Gods and shit.”
I had to admit, the hot throb between my legs was totally unintentional. I took no responsibility for being turned on by Christos’ crass behavior. I was a proper girl without a single slutty bone in my body. Christos, on the other hand, had the soul of a male slut, and for some reason, I wanted his slutty bone in my body. Err, I meant, I wanted his slut bone in parts of me for which I was not responsible, the wet drenched center in particular.
He arched a cocky eyebrow, emphasis on the cocky part. “Ready to go upstairs?”
“Why do we have to go upstairs?” The hood of the Woody seemed like as good a place as any to me.
“To see your other presents,” he murmured.
“Presents are good,” I said softly, gazing up into his eyes.
Christos squatted down and scooped me into his arms.
Okay, I admit it, he’d carried me places a thousand times by now, and I liked it better every time. We went upstairs and he carried me into his bedroom. This time, I really felt like we had just crossed an important threshold. We had stepped into something permanent. Wow, I was hot from head to toe.
He flipped on the lights.
The bed was now covered in a new comforter and piles of pillows were stacked against the headboard.
“I thought the bed could be plushed up a bit, since you’ll be spending so much time in it,” he said.
“I love it!”
Still cradled in his arms, he walked me around the room.
“I also bought you a chest of drawers for your clothes.” A new dark wood chest stood angled in one corner. “And I made room in the closet for you to hang stuff.” He opened one of the mirrored doors. Plenty of room. “And you can put shoes and shit on the shelves and the floor. If you turn into a shoe whore, we can rent a storage locker,” he grinned.
“Lucky for you, I’m broke,” I smiled.
“That won’t stop you from going to Goodwill or the thrift shops. Shoes are shoes. I know how you ladies get when it comes to footwear.”
“Are you encouraging me?” I grinned. “I’m not above bargain hunting.”
He rolled his eyes. “Give me at least a month before you go nuts. I’d at least like to enjoy the illusion of a shoe free household for that long.”
Christos was still holding me in his arms. I snuggled my cheek against the large muscles of his chest. I inhaled his manly
scent. Wow, I was living in a fantasy world. Somebody wake me up! On second thought, don’t!
“When did you do all this?” I asked.
“Today. My pre-trial went pretty quick. There’s still one or two more things.”
“Oh? How many presents do I get?”
“As many as you want,” he winked as he opened the bathroom door and walked me inside.
“Oh my god,” I murmured. I couldn’t believe my eyes.
Lit candles lined the room. Rose petals carpeted the floor and the edge of the jacuzzi tub, which was full of bubbles. Two big bouquets of fresh red roses were positioned on the counter top between the sinks. In the middle of everything was a big heart shaped box of chocolates.
“Happy pre-Valentine’s Day, agápi mou,” he said softly.
Okay, now I was officially crying. Tears streamed down my face. “Oh, Christos. My agápi mou. I can’t believe you did all this.”
“I can,” he grinned.
“But it’s so much,” I said looking up into his eyes.
“It’s not enough,” he smiled.
“But I haven’t gotten you anything, agápi mou,” I said.
“Yes you have, agápi mou. You’ve given me you.” He gazed deeply into my eyes. “Samantha, with you in my house and in my heart, I have everything I will ever need on this earth. You are my all. All that I need, all that I want, all that life has to offer.”
I lifted my head up to kiss him. He worked his arms around beneath me and lifted me closer, until our lips met. The warm embrace of our kissing lips sent shimmers of desire cascading down my throat. Warmth spread across my chest and lit my breasts with pleasurey tension. His tongue entered my mouth and melted into mine. I grabbed a fistful of his shirt as his warm breath caressed me.
We kissed for a time, then he gently pulled away. “Your bath awaits. Don’t want it to get cold.” He set me down on the edge of the tub and pulled my flats off and massaged my feet.
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