Chapter Two

I finished my lunch and Emiliano demanded,

“Anka sunbathes, go get changed into a bathing suit and lay out.”

I kept my expression unbothered as I got up and headed back to the room. I went into the wardrobe and started untying the top of the dress when I heard a knock on the door. I tied the dress back up and went to answer the door. It was Mario. He gestured to come in and I opened the door for him to enter. He took his seat at the chair and motioned for me to join him. I sat on the edge of the bed across from him and he asked in English,

“Do you wish to continue?”

I paused for a moment to think. I looked at Mario and asked,

“Where is the opportunity Mario? He’s obsessed with Anka.”

I felt a twinge of jealousy when I finished my sentence. Mario let a small smile break across his face before he said,

“I know you can make him forget all about Anka. I know YOU are the girl he searches for.”

He looked at me knowingly.

“He’s convinced it’s Anka, Mario!”

I choked. I realized I wasn’t controlling my own emotions and I took a deep breath as I straightened my posture, and reset my expression. Mario paused before he asked,

“Hera, you back away from a challenge?”

I clenched my teeth. I closed my eyes for a moment then said,

“I’ll continue.”

Mario smiled and pulled out his phone.

“Then we’ll call your brother now.”

Mario unlocked his phone and dialed a number and while it rang, he put the call on speaker and held the phone in the neutral space between us. It rang once before I heard my brother answer with worry.

“Mario?!”

“Basileus Ambrosio, I have here with me Hera.”

“You better not touch a single hair on her head or I swear to god, Mario, I will bring the entire family down on you!”

Mario looked unbothered as he nodded his head toward me, giving me the opportunity to speak,

“Ambrosio, I am safe-”

“Hera! Where are you?!”

“I don’t know,”

I lied. If I told him, he’d have his whole army here before I could finish speaking.

“Listen Ambrosio, I’m safe and everything is fine.”

I heard Ambrosio take a huge sigh of relief before asking,

“Mario, your intentions?”

“Basileus, Don Emiliano’s fiancèe has been kidnapped, Hera is simply assisting us until the fiancèe is returned.”

“Assisting you how?”

Ambrosio growled. Mario took a deep breath and confessed,

“Hera is the decoy of the fiancèe.”

“Absolutely not!”

“Ambrosio, she’s the fiancèe of a Don, she’s protected, I’d be protected.”

I tried to convince my brother. Ambrosio barked back to me in our native greek tongue,

“Profanós den prostatévetai polý kalá eán échei ídi apachtheí, Íra!”

“Obviously not very well protected if she’s already been kidnapped, Hera!”

I straightened my posture and reset my expression. I spoke calmly to my brother,

“Aftá ta synaisthímata deíchnoun adynamía, Ambrosio-”

“These emotions show weakness, Ambrosio-”

“Min peis ta prágmata pou élege o patéras”

“Don’t quote father to me!”

“Aftó symvaínei ídi tóra, Ambrosio!”

“It’s done Ambrosio!”

I hung up the call and returned the phone. Mario stood to excuse himself and left the room, closing the door behind him.

I took a deep breath and thought about the conversation with Ambrosio. The thought drifted to an obsessed Emiliano and wondered if I had accepted an unattainable challenge. And how great the risk would be if I’m defeated. Losing the man in my own visions. I closed my eyes and took another deep breath.

It was time to get up and squeeze into yet another piece of the child’s clothes. I rolled my eyes as I walked into the wardrobe. I started going through the drawers in the counter. The first one I opened was Anka’s bras. All of them lace, no cupping, with hardly any support. Curious, I pulled one out to check the size: 3 sizes smaller than me. A devilish smile came to my face. Her bikinis are barely going to fit me, surely to send Emiliano into another rage.

I kept opening the drawers until I found what I was looking for. Three whole drawers of different colored and styled bathing suits. All of them had Polish tags on them. Was Anka Polish? As I searched through the endless supply of Polish bikinis, I knew I had to find one with ties or there was going to be trouble getting Anka’s infant sized bottoms over my fuller hips.

I found a white string bikini and put it on the counter. I slipped off the dress and folded the maxi nicely and set it next to the bikini. I removed my underwear and tied the bikini to my body. The bottom was a thong and the top covered more than expected but I still scrunched the material in a way that my boobs were practically falling out of every side of it.

I looked in the cabinets and found a sheer, long, white robe and loosely draped it over me. In the top drawers on the other side of the counter, I found rows and rows of gorgeous designer sunglasses. I wrinkled my nose, annoyed that I was impressed with Anka. I grabbed some black Prada cat eye sunglasses, grabbed the sun tanning lotion I found earlier, and headed back outside.

I went down the hall on the outside of the boat and turned the corner expecting to see Emiliano at the table with Mario. They were not there. I put on the sunglasses and looked around and didn’t really see anybody. I scanned the boat looking for a good place to lay out. Peaking over the deck, towards the front of the boat, I saw a landing complete with wide white couches soaking in the sun. That must be where I’m supposed to tan. To my right I saw the stairs that lead down to the landing, I moved down them and approached the couches. I felt eyes on me and knew somewhere, somehow, Emiliano was watching.

I set the sunscreen on the couch and slowly removed the robe. I slowly and seductively bent on the couch to retrieve the sunscreen. I stayed facing the front of the boat, out towards the sea. I rubbed the sunscreen into my full firm ass, bending down to get the lotion on the backs of my thighs and calves.

I poured more sunscreen into my hand turned around to find Emiliano sitting at a table under the shade of the upper deck, drinking out of a small glass and staring right at me. I pretended not to see him and started rubbing the lotion all over my tight stomach and on all the exposed portions of my boobs. I rubbed some into my arms and neck then laid face down onto the couch and untied the back of my bathing suit to reduce tan lines.

After a few moments I felt Emiliano staring down at me. I asked him,

“Do you need something from me, or are you just staring?”

I immediately felt the weight of Emiliano on the couch and he kneeled on top of me. I tensed for a second then checked myself and relaxed my body. Emiliano leaned on me more until his face was touching the back of my hair and I heard him inhale my scent. He whispered angrily in my ear,

“You forgot to get your back.”

I could smell the alcohol on his breath. Emiliano grabbed the sunscreen and started rubbing my back. I involuntarily let out a moan to his cold touch and I felt Emiliano freeze. He took a deep breath then continued. His big manly hands all over my shoulders, then down my back. I could feel the goosebumps form as Emiliano ran his hands under my bathing suit on the top of my ass.

“You got your ass good enough.”

I smiled, I knew he was watching. His hands roamed back up and he slid them to the side, touching the exposed sides of my breasts. I arched my back in response causing my ass to naturally lift and I could feel his hard dick barely being contained in his khakis. Emiliano let out a harsh breath and immediately stopped touching me and got off the couch. I heard his footsteps retreat back across the landing. I resisted the urge to smile and laid under the radiance of the eastern hemisphere.