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Geeks Go Greek
Aimee Duffy
Part 4 of Summer Flings – a fun, flirty and laugh out loud rom com series of short stories.Who needs fun when you can chill out in a stunning villa in Santorini all week and be pampered in every way possible? Ciara does.After an unfortunate wardrobe faux par, challenging her friends to jet ski racing, and hooking up with an unexpected visitor, Ciara’s all about sex on the beach… the yacht… in the sea – wherever and whenever really! And she’s not alone. It’s the perfect fling in theory, but what happens when their Greek adventure comes to an end?The ideal summer treat for those relaxing days soaking up the sun!
Geeks Go Greek
Book Four of Summer Flings
Aimée Duffy
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Contents
Copyright (#u788b45ff-50ac-553c-8979-e699dc8a7670)
Dedication (#u2a9fdbcc-d6c3-5321-8202-f065453ff994)
Santorini (#u82ebb8d7-6de7-578e-8cbd-fb0c593e99e9)
Chapter Eleven (#ud67c1db3-1a7d-53d4-ae2b-d0d48140752f)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Aimée Duffy (#litres_trial_promo)
About HarperImpulse (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)
Santorini
Chapter Eleven (#u9dee6f55-4cd1-5026-bbbe-915699e15a3e)
‘That had to be the most embarrassing journey ever,’ Elle complained, tugging at the tee-shirt Gem designed.
Ciara grinned at her friend’s mortified expression. ‘I think they’re cute.’
‘See? Someone appreciates my talents,’ Gem said.
The printed tee-shirts were white, tight fitting, had deep ‘v’ necks with ‘Geeks go Greek’ printed across their busts in a groovy, neon pink font.
‘Thank god we’re here. Now I can get into my bikini,’ Elle said, pointing along the dirt road they were being driven down by the Muir’s driver.
After seeing the Land Rover waiting for them at the airport, Ciara had worried that the next of the Muir’s properties was going to be some shack in the middle of nowhere or something, but she hadn’t been prepared for this.
The house – again, if she could call it that – which Elle pointed to, was massive. It seemed to have six levels, each one backing up on the mountain like a staircase and ending with a huge raised patio over the beach. There was a hot tub, swimming pool and a stone area centred by the biggest dining table she’d ever seen.
Looked like Santorini was going to be another luxury trip.
‘Wow, is that your granddad’s yacht?’ Gem asked as they got closer.
To the side there was a pier stretching into the clear blue sea, a boat with more multi-levels, a group of jet skis hooked to a buoy further out, and a shed that could fit ten dorm rooms, easily.
‘That’s a yacht?’ Ciara asked. It looked more like a ship to her.
‘Yes, but don’t get any ideas. I haven’t a clue how to sail it even if I’d go near the sea.’ Elle shuddered. ‘The water’s disgusting.’
It looked gorgeous to Ciara – all blue, clear and shimmering in the sun. She couldn’t wait to go for a dip.
‘Anyway, I have so many treatments and massages booked that we won’t even need to leave the house,’ Elle said.
The thing was huge, no doubt about it. But, still. Ciara didn’t want to be cooped up in the thing for over a week. ‘Why don’t we hire a car and see more of the island?’
‘I’m not doing anything until I get this tee-shirt off and catch some sun,’ Elle protested.
Gem scowled at her. ‘I’ll come with you, Ciara. Just as soon as I’ve unpacked.’
The driver pulled into a triple garage where she saw that the Land Rover wasn’t the only thing they had here. Quad bikes and a Porsche filled the other spots and she wondered if they were Zack’s, since the way Elle spoke of her granddad made her think he was a bit old to be zooming about on them. No way were they Elle’s – she wouldn’t want to risk messing up her hair.
More staff appeared from the house, all speaking Greek with one another and Ciara didn’t even try to guess what they were saying. Unsurprisingly, Elle knew and dished out some orders fluently, then their cases were taken into the house.
‘Why don’t we leave exploring until tomorrow?’ Elle asked, instead of demanding like she usually did. She was getting good at the tactful stuff. ‘There’s a restaurant not far from here and they put on really good shows at night.’
Ciara barely heard. She’d switched her phone on the second they got off the plane and ever since had checked it every two seconds. It had been almost two days since she left Zack the voicemail and she hadn’t heard from him since.
Still nothing. She tried to tell herself that didn’t matter. She was in a beautiful place with lots of exotic flowers, strong sunlight, a pretty beach and the potential for some serious fun.
She wasn’t going to let it matter. This was about enjoying time with her friends, not pining over someone who obviously didn’t want her.
‘Sounds fun to me. You in, Ciara?’ Gem asked.
‘Yes. Fun.’ When they both looked at her funny, she tried to remember what they were asking her. Right, restaurant with a show. ‘Really, it sounds good. I’m starving.’
They laughed and headed for the house.
‘I’ll ask them to make us a light lunch and we can go later. I had massages and pedicures booked for after the flight.’
By the time she’d unpacked, there was no missed call flashing on her phone and even during lunch when Gem told Elle they were going for a bike ride round the town with their Geeks Gone Greek tee-shirts and there had been loud refusals, there was still no missed calls or messages on her phone.
She’d tried to be discreet, but during a languorous foot and temple massage with them, Elle caught Ciara’s mobile screen lighting up and sighed.
Elle said, ‘He’s not going to come, not after what I said to him in Paris. Believe it or not, he’s even more stubborn than me.’
Ciara nodded, trying to keep her expression blank and obviously failing because Elle took her hand and squeezed.
‘You’re miserable, aren’t you?’ Elle asked.
‘Don’t be daft,’ she protested but it sounded weak.
Gem peeled the cucumber slices from her eyes and pinned her with a ‘mmhmm’ look.
‘Really,’ Ciara said, glaring at them both. She handed Elle her phone. ‘You keep hold of that and I’ll stop obsessing. Promise.’
Elle gaped at her like she’d just handed her a kidney. ‘You’re giving me your phone?’
‘If my da calls I’ll speak to him but no one else ever does and it will stop me checking it every two seconds.’
Thankfully, she’d been wise enough to delete the sexting. And sensible enough to delete Zack’s number, just in case.
Gem frowned. ‘Ciara, it’s your phone.’
She rolled her eyes. ‘Exactly. It’s not my arm or my leg, just a piece of plastic that wasn’t affordable till I was sixteen. People did used to live without them, you know.’
‘Cavemen,’ Elle grumbled. ‘Jesus maybe. But this is the 21st century!’
For all their smarts, when it came to history they were clueless. ‘Believe it or not, even last century people got by without mobiles. And TV.’
Her friends shuddered. Drama queens.
Elle shook off the horror first then dived straight into Ciara’s phone, nosing like a pro.
‘There’s nothing incriminating there, you know,’ Ciara said.
