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GREEK GODS BOX SET
Books 1-4
HOLLY RAYNER
CON TE N TS
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CHAPTER 1
DIMITRIS
“A nd then, just as the cab pulled up, he leaned down and kissed
me,” Eva said.
Nikki gasped.
Eva smiled dreamily. She’d just told Nikki the entire story of her night with
Dimitris, in detail, as the two rolled silverware in an empty booth. It was
only six a.m., and the restaurant wouldn’t open for another hour.
“It was the best kiss of my life,” Eva said with a sigh as she reached for a
silver knife from the bin in front of them. She placed it on a red napkin,
along with a spoon and fork, and started to roll the whole bundle up.
“Of course it was,” Nikki said. “That guy was probably the best-looking
guy I’ve ever laid eyes on. Don’t tell Clint I said that.” She laughed.
“Seriously, though, good for you for not running away like you usually do. I
know you have trouble trusting men, thanks to your dad.”
Eva felt her lips tighten into a thin line. She loved Nikki, but sometimes
begrudged the relationship advice that her friend tended to throw around.
As Eva’s best friend, Nikki was the only person in DC—and in the new life
she’d built for herself—who knew about her past in its entirety. It seemed to
Eva that sometimes Nikki was a little bit too comfortable tossing around
pop psychology with regards to how Eva’s past had affected her.
Nikki seemed to pick up on Eva’s distaste for the turn the conversation had
taken. She lightened her tone and said breezily, “Anyway, I’m so excited
that you kissed. I mean, I saw the sparks flying between you two during the
show, obviously. I just love that you went out with a tourist guy that you
just barely met!” Silverware clanked around inside the napkin she was
rolling. She put the bundle onto a stack, and then reached for a red napkin
from another stack. “A super-hot, drop-dead-gorgeous tourist, granted, but
still—a tourist.”
“I actually think he’s here in DC on business,” Eva said. “I got the
impression that he’s the owner of a pretty successful company. And he was
throwing around cash like there was no tomorrow. He paid for dinner,
drinks, and my cab. He left a mega tip, too.”
“Gotta love those big tippers!” Nikki said. “What does his company do?”
“He mentioned it a few times…” Eva said. “Something to do with rockets, I
think. I don’t know.” She shrugged. “The name of the company had his last
name in it—Atheos.”
Nikki whipped out her phone. “Dimitris Atheos,” she said aloud as she
typed. “You think that’s ‘e-o-s’ or ‘i-o-s’? Never mind, here it is—popped
right up, with his picture—it’s ‘e-o-s,’ in case you’re wondering.” She
started scrolling through information on her phone, and she went silent for a
moment.
Eva stacked up silverware in a neat pile on the napkin in front of her: knife,
fork, spoon. Then she rolled the whole bundle up tightly and placed it on
the stack with the rest. She reached for another napkin, but Nikki stopped
her by grabbing her forearm.
“Holy smokes, Eva, you’ve got to see this! Do you know who you went out
on a date with last night?”
“Um… I just told you. Dimitris Atheos,” Eva said, wondering what her
friend was getting at.
Nikki released Eva’s hand and put the phone down on the table. Her eyes
were wide. “You went out with one of the wealthiest, most eligible
bachelors in Europe! The guy’s a freaking billionaire!”
Eva’s jaw dropped. She’d suspected that Dimitris was wealthy, but a
billionaire?
She leaned over the table and peered into Nikki’s phone screen. Sure
enough, there was a headshot of Dimitris along with an estimate of his net
worth. There were so many zeros in the number, it made her head spin.
“Wow…” Eva said. “I had no idea he was that rich. No wonder he had no
problem paying for my cab home.”
Nikki’s eyes were wide. “You have got to see him again!”
Eva shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. Last night was a one-time thing.”
“But you said that it was the best kiss of your life! And he’s a billionaire!
Plus, you two had chemistry with a capital ‘C.’”
Eva felt her pulse quicken. She had to admit, she did want to see Dimitris
again. At the same time, though, she knew that was a foolish desire. What
good would it do her to fall for a man who lived in Greece? Dimitris was
going to leave DC soon, and then she’d never see him again. A second date
would only make that parting worse.
She reached for the mug of coffee that she’d poured herself from the server
station, right when she arrived. One of the few perks of working for the Red
Door Grille was free coffee during morning shifts.
She sipped her drink thoughtfully, and then shook her head again as she set
it down. “It doesn’t make sense to see him again,” she said. “He’s just
visiting. Last night was just a date. Two people, enjoying each other’s
company. It wasn’t meant to go anywhere.”
“Okay, then, how about this,” Nikki said, leaning forward and bracing her
elbows on the booth table. Her eyes were burning with excitement, as if she
was about to share the best idea ever. “You know how you’re always talking
about how you want to start up your own art gallery, but you need investors
to back you?”
“Yeah,” Eva said.
“Well… You could talk to Dimitris about investing in you. You know, give
him a rundown of your plans, and tell him why it would be a good
investment. The guy is loaded, so spending a few thousand bucks is
probably no big deal.”
Eva couldn’t help but glance down at Nikki’s phone on the booth table. It
still showed Dimitris’s photograph, and she found herself looking at his
dark, smoldering eyes. She bit her lip as she tried to imagine approaching
him for money.
“I don’t know,” she said. “We had a really fun night. I wouldn’t want to ruin
it by awkwardly asking him for money.”
“Who said anything about awkward?” Nikki said. “You’ve got to drop that
attitude if you’re going to get anywhere with your gallery idea. Stop being
so cautious and just go for it.” She paused, waiting for Eva to agree.
Eva stayed quiet, so Nikki egged her on some more. “Come on. You think
you’re going to make enough money to open your gallery by working
here?”
Eva looked around the restaurant. The dark, wood-panel walls sucked up all
of the daylight that managed to sneak in from outside. Bright red booths
and mustard-colored tables crowded into the space, and a wall of televisions
that played silently behind the bar area often caught her eye and made her
cringe. She wasn’t wild about watching sports to begin with, and watching
seven games simultaneously on mute annoyed her each time she came to
work.
Her manager was a young kid in his twenties, who’d come into the job
thanks to a family connection. He was famous for failing to put out the
weekly schedule until the day before the week started, which made it almost
impossible to make any plans or have a social life.
“I barely make enough here to pay for rent and food,” Eva said, without
meeting Nikki’s eye. “I’ve run the numbers, you know.” She glanced up at
her friend.
Nikki nodded with encouragement. “And?”
“I need sixty grand to get out of the debt I built up after I left New York,
and I need another sixty thousand to open a new gallery.”
“Great!” Nikki said. “That’s a start. You know what you need.”
Eva felt herself starting to get excited. Sometimes, Nikki’s enthusiasm was
contagious.
Just then, the young manager walked by. He was lean and boyish, with a
blond crew cut. He knocked twice on the table as he passed.
“Good morning, girls,” he said. “We’re opening in fifteen minutes. Nikki,
don’t forget to fill the ketchup bottles. It’s Friday, you know.” He eyed the
mugs of coffee. “Oh—I’ve been meaning to tell you. I changed our drinks
policy. Each employee is allowed one drink per shift. No more unlimited
coffee! Thanks for your cooperation.” He knocked on the table twice more,
and then bustled away.
There goes the one perk of working here, Eva thought dully.
Nikki rolled her eyes as she took a dramatic slurp of her drink. Once she
swallowed, she said. “The nerve of him, calling us ‘girls.’ I’m probably ten
years older than he is.”
“You know what?” Eva said. “Maybe I will practice my pitch on Dimitris.
If I’m really going to go after my dream of opening a gallery, I’m going to
need investors. And the only way I’m going to get them to invest is if I ask.
I have to start somewhere.”
“Yay!” said Nikki, immediately cheering up again. “I knew you’d come
around. Okay—so did he give you his number?”
Eva shook her head. “Nope, and I didn’t give him mine. I think we both
assumed that our evening together was just a one-time thing. But he did
mention that he was going to an opening at the Cutler Gallery tonight.”
“The Cutler Gallery,” Nikki repeated. “Why does that sound familiar?”
“My friend Tahj Cutler owns it,” Eva said. “We’ve been there before—I had
a few paintings on display there a couple springs ago.”
“Ah yes, the bird paintings and the one with the fox,” Nikki said with a nod.
“The openings there are pretty exclusive, right? Oh, what am I saying…
Tahj loves you. He’d let you in in a heartbeat.”
Eva was sure that was true, but she had another thought in mind.
“That would be too obvious,” she said. “When Dimitris mentioned the
gallery opening, I didn’t say that I had plans to go. It would be too weird if I
just showed up there out of the blue. But he did say that he had dinner
reservations beforehand…” She trailed off, trying to formulate a plan.
Nikki slurped her coffee as she waited for Eva to continue.
After a moment, Eva said, “I think he said his reservations were for six, but
did he mention the restaurant name? No, I don’t think so.”
“That won’t be too hard to figure out,” Nikki said. “If he said it’s on the
same block as the Cutler Gallery, there are a limited number of places he
could go.”
The manager breezed by again. As he walked, he said, “How are those
ketchup bottles coming along? I hate to interrupt your gabfest, but it looks
like you’re done with the silverware.”
Nikki gave him a thumbs-up. “Yep! Onto ketchup bottles!” she said, her
voice high with false cheerfulness.
The two slid out of the booth. Nikki picked up the tray of rolled silverware
in one hand, and her coffee in the other. “Since this is my only drink of the
day, I’m going to savor it,” she said sarcastically.
Eva picked up the now-empty silverware bin, as well as her drink. “I’m
going to make some calls and figure out where Dimitris has reservations
tonight.”
“Yay! Exciting,” Nikki said happily. “Keep me updated, okay?”
Eva made her way to the hostess podium, feeling grateful for her friend. If
it wasn’t for Nikki’s friendship, there was no way she would have lasted for
six years at The Red Door Grille.
Eva had butterflies in her stomach as she walked home, and they didn’t let
up for the next few hours, as she worked on preparing herself for seeing
Dimitris again. She suspected that she wasn’t only excited about finally
taking a concrete step toward realizing her dream of opening a new art
gallery; the bubbly feeling of excitement and anticipation was also related
to the fact that she wanted to look into Dimitris’s dark, espresso-brown eyes
again.
Will we kiss again? she wondered as she pulled several dresses from her
closet.
The question stayed in her mind as she donned a simple black cocktail
number, ballet flats, and a heart-shaped gold locket. Though it had been a
while since she’d worn makeup, she swiped some shimmery beige
eyeshadow over her lids, and then applied lip gloss. After trying a few
hairstyles, she finally decided to leave her locks down.
For the duration of the subway ride to Penn Quarter, she used her phone to
read up on Dimitris. She wanted to do her due diligence so that she could
approach him in the right way for funding. However, as she read about his
college education, and brushed up on his resume, all she could think about
was the feel of his lips on hers.
She’d planned to arrive at the restaurant at seven, figuring that would give
her more than enough time before Dimitris emerged from the gold-trimmed
doors. As she walked up to the fancy establishment, going through her plan
over and over in her mind, she looked around for an appropriate place to
position herself—she wanted to bump into Dimitris as if by accident.
The evening was warm, and the people she saw entering and exiting Chez
Bazin were in summer-appropriate formal wear. Others on the sidewalk
looked more casual, sporting shorts and T-shirts, and barely looked at the
restaurant as they hurried to their next destination. Newly planted oak trees
lined the sidewalk, as well as a few potted plants. A newsstand, off to the
left side of the restaurant, was manned by a vendor who had tipped his hat
over his eyes so that he could nap in his chair.
He’ll turn left when he exits, Eva thought, because he’ll be heading to the
Cutler Gallery. She moved in that direction, and then pretended to busy
herself by the newsstand as if she was browsing the selection. Out of the
corner of her eye, she watched the restaurant’s doors.
At twenty after seven, she saw him push open the restaurant doors.
As had happened the day before, the sight of him took her breath away. He
was moving in a confident, relaxed manner, with one hand in his pocket and
his gaze up slightly at the skyline, which was dusted with golden light from
the sinking sun.
She licked her lips, suddenly wishing for the chance to apply another coat
of gloss. There wasn’t enough time.
She put down the paper she’d been holding and turned in his direction. She
feigned looking through her handbag as she walked toward him, and then
pulled out her phone, pretending to be about to make a call.
Just as their arms brushed in passing, she heard him say her name.
“Eva? Is that you?”
His deep, accented voice was like music to her ears. She looked up and
acted surprised. “Dimitris? Oh my goodness! What are you doing here?”
“Just finished dinner,” he said with a warm smile. “Wow, it’s great to see
you. You look beautiful!”
She felt herself smile, too. “Thanks,” she said.
“Are you heading somewhere?” Dimitris asked.
“Home, actually,” she said. “I just left dinner with a few friends.”
“Oh, don’t go home yet,” he said. “You look too beautiful for a night in the
house. Come out with me—join me at the gallery opening.”
She hesitated, as though she was thinking over the offer, then looked at the
time on her phone, as if considering whether it was too late for another
activity that night. After a pause she said, “Well, it is early still. I guess I
don’t have to go home yet.” She pushed her phone back into her purse and
smiled up at Dimitris. “Sure, I’d love to come. Thanks for the offer.”
“It’s my pleasure,” he said, his eyes dancing over her.
Just like the day before, she enjoyed being the focus of his attention.
CHAPTER 5
DIMITRIS
D imitris couldn’t help but glance over at Eva as they made their way to
the Cutler Gallery. She looked stunning—even more beautiful than he
remembered.
He noticed she was more dressed up than she’d been the night before.
Probably because she and her friends were out at a nice restaurant, he
thought. Then, somewhat wistfully, They’re lucky to have her friendship.
“What are the chances?” he said with a shake of his head. “Of all the
women I could see tonight, I just happened to see you.” He still couldn’t
believe it. He’d been anticipating a quiet night to himself, but he was far
from upset to be sharing the night with Eva.
She smelled so good—like lavender and honeysuckle. Her hair wasn’t tied
back as it had been the evening before. Instead, it framed her angelic face.
Her black dress fit her figure just right.
She seemed slightly uncomfortable about his statement, and she deflected it
quickly. “Oh, DC isn’t really that big.” Her cheeks tinted with a blush.
“How was your day?” she asked.
He considered the question. “It got off to a rough start, thanks to some news
from my lawyer, but it’s better now.” He smiled in her direction, hoping that
she picked up on the meaning behind his words.
She saw her blush intensify and knew that his compliment had landed. She
tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Me too,” she said. “I mean, about
the day getting better.”
“You worked this morning, yes?” he asked.
“Yeah.” She nodded and then laughed nervously. “Busy shift. At least that
makes it go by fast. Look, there’s the gallery. Have you been before?”
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