Read It's All Greek to Me Online
Authors: Katie MacAlister
It's All Greek to Me (2 page)
This book is an oddity (in many ways, but we’ll move past most of them), particularly because while writing it over a period of six days, I regularly popped onto the Shoutbox on my message forum and cackled maniacally to all the ladies who were hanging out there.
Luckily, they are familiar with how deranged I am when the muse has me in her grip, and they not only tolerated my giddiness, they encouraged me to continue on.
It is to the ladies of the Shoutbox that this book is dedicated, with special recognition to Janet Avants, Vinette Perez, Shawna Szabo, and Sara Thome for their heroism in the face of a semihysterical author.
It is to the ladies of the Shoutbox that this book is dedicated, with special recognition to Janet Avants, Vinette Perez, Shawna Szabo, and Sara Thome for their heroism in the face of a semihysterical author.
Chapter 1
T
he man in front of her was crazy.
That, or he was having some sort of an attack, one that involved dancing up and down and gesturing wildly, all the while talking a mile a minute, his words tumbling out with such speed, they all ran together into one dense, unintelligible stream.
he man in front of her was crazy.
That, or he was having some sort of an attack, one that involved dancing up and down and gesturing wildly, all the while talking a mile a minute, his words tumbling out with such speed, they all ran together into one dense, unintelligible stream.
Not that Harry could have understood the words even if the man had been speaking slower.
She stood up from where she’d been seated on a wooden lounge, enjoying the peace of the balmy Mediterranean night.
“The temptation to say, ‘I’m sorry, but it’s all Greek to me,’ is almost overwhelming—you do realize that, right?”
she asked the man.
She stood up from where she’d been seated on a wooden lounge, enjoying the peace of the balmy Mediterranean night.
“The temptation to say, ‘I’m sorry, but it’s all Greek to me,’ is almost overwhelming—you do realize that, right?”
she asked the man.
He continued his dancing-gesturing-babbling routine, this time adding a peculiar plucking motion with the hem of her linen tunic.
She glanced around, wondering if she’d misunderstood.
“Am I not supposed to be here?
Is this garden off-limits to us?
Derek said it was the garden area on the other side of the house that was for guests only.
Did I get that wrong?”
“Am I not supposed to be here?
Is this garden off-limits to us?
Derek said it was the garden area on the other side of the house that was for guests only.
Did I get that wrong?”
The little man—and he was little, at least a good ten inches shorter than her solid six feet—evidently grew distressed at her inability to understand, for he grabbed her wrist and hauled her toward the massive bulk of the house.
“Is Timmy in the well?”
she asked, a little smile curling her lips before her gaze moved from what she thought must surely be one of the servants to the house itself.
“Only ‘house’ doesn’t quite cut it as a description, does it?
It’s more like a palace.
Houses don’t have wings—palaces do.
And I defy you to find a house sitting by its lonesome on its very own Greek island.
No sir, this is a palace, pure and simple, and although I’m sure you have a good reason for dragging me to it, I should point out that the only people who are staying in its palatial confines are guests, and I’m with the band.
We have the little bungalow on the servant end of the island.
Hello?
You really don’t speak a word of English, do you?”
Harry sighed.
she asked, a little smile curling her lips before her gaze moved from what she thought must surely be one of the servants to the house itself.
“Only ‘house’ doesn’t quite cut it as a description, does it?
It’s more like a palace.
Houses don’t have wings—palaces do.
And I defy you to find a house sitting by its lonesome on its very own Greek island.
No sir, this is a palace, pure and simple, and although I’m sure you have a good reason for dragging me to it, I should point out that the only people who are staying in its palatial confines are guests, and I’m with the band.
We have the little bungalow on the servant end of the island.
Hello?
You really don’t speak a word of English, do you?”
Harry sighed.
The man continued to drag her through a very pleasant garden filled with sweet-scented flowering Mediterranean shrubs that were unfamiliar to her, attractive hedges, and pretty, neoclassical statues.
The night air was balmy; the heavy scent from some flower mingled with the sharper, and to her mind more pleasing, tang of the sea.
It was everything she imagined a rich man’s private island paradise should be.
Well, with the exception of the wizened little man who gripped her wrist.
The night air was balmy; the heavy scent from some flower mingled with the sharper, and to her mind more pleasing, tang of the sea.
It was everything she imagined a rich man’s private island paradise should be.
Well, with the exception of the wizened little man who gripped her wrist.
“I couldn’t just sit quietly somewhere?”
she asked the man.
“I promise I won’t bother anyone.
I don’t think I could—I’m so jet-lagged I can’t even think straight.
Look, that’s a nice little bench right over there in the corner next to the statue of the guy with a really big winky.
I won’t be in anyone’s way.
I’ll just go sit and contemplate his gigantic genitals, and all will be well.”
she asked the man.
“I promise I won’t bother anyone.
I don’t think I could—I’m so jet-lagged I can’t even think straight.
Look, that’s a nice little bench right over there in the corner next to the statue of the guy with a really big winky.
I won’t be in anyone’s way.
I’ll just go sit and contemplate his gigantic genitals, and all will be well.”
“Harry!”
A man appeared suddenly at a window, hanging out of it and waving frantically.
“There you are!
Hurry!”
A man appeared suddenly at a window, hanging out of it and waving frantically.
“There you are!
Hurry!”
“Derek,
what
are you doing in the house?”
Harry thinned her lips at the sight of the young man.
“You said we weren’t supposed to go near it while the guests were here.”
what
are you doing in the house?”
Harry thinned her lips at the sight of the young man.
“You said we weren’t supposed to go near it while the guests were here.”
“That doesn’t matter now!
Hurry up!”
Hurry up!”
“If you think I don’t have anything better to do than to fly halfway around the world to bail your butt out of trouble because you can’t follow a few simple rules—”
“No, it’s not me.”
He pulled back inside the window.
“It’s Cyn!
She’s been attacked!”
He pulled back inside the window.
“It’s Cyn!
She’s been attacked!”
“What?”
Her bellow took the little man still attached to her wrist by surprise, causing him to drop her hand as if it were suddenly made of fire.
Adrenaline shot through her with a painful spike, adrenaline and a fury that almost consumed her.
She leaped forward, easily hurdling the low stone balustrade of a patio area as she bolted for the nearest entrance to the house, wrenching open a pair of French doors.
She didn’t stop to apologize to the small group of people standing around a pool table as she raced past the men and women in elegant evening clothes and made a beeline for a door that was bound to lead to a central area of the house.
Her bellow took the little man still attached to her wrist by surprise, causing him to drop her hand as if it were suddenly made of fire.
Adrenaline shot through her with a painful spike, adrenaline and a fury that almost consumed her.
She leaped forward, easily hurdling the low stone balustrade of a patio area as she bolted for the nearest entrance to the house, wrenching open a pair of French doors.
She didn’t stop to apologize to the small group of people standing around a pool table as she raced past the men and women in elegant evening clothes and made a beeline for a door that was bound to lead to a central area of the house.
The little servant trailed her as far as a marble-tiled corridor, where he veered off to who-knew-where.
Harry didn’t care—her mind was blank except for the horror of the words that kept repeating in her head.
It’s Cyn!
She’s been attacked!
Harry didn’t care—her mind was blank except for the horror of the words that kept repeating in her head.
It’s Cyn!
She’s been attacked!
“Harry, thank god—” Terry emerged from a side hall, gesturing toward a curving staircase, his face tight with worry.
“We didn’t know where you were.
She’s up here.”
“We didn’t know where you were.
She’s up here.”
Harry ground off a good layer or two of enamel as the pair of them pelted up the seemingly endless stairs, one distracted part of her mind finding it ironic that now, of all times, she should be thankful for both her height and long legs.
“What happened?”
she managed to get out as they crested the stairs and Terry pointed to the left.
“What happened?”
she managed to get out as they crested the stairs and Terry pointed to the left.
He cast her a worried look, but said nothing.
Derek almost collided with her as he burst out of a room.
“In here!
Harry, you have to do something!
The bastard .
.
.
he .
.
.
he .
.
.
!”
Derek almost collided with her as he burst out of a room.
“In here!
Harry, you have to do something!
The bastard .
.
.
he .
.
.
he .
.
.
!”
“I’ll kill whoever it is,” she said, her blood running icy at the thought of whatever atrocity had occurred.
She shoved Derek aside and entered the room, her breath ragged, her heart about ready to leap out of her chest.
She’d heard the phrase “seeing red” before, but had never thought it could be taken literally.
For a few seconds, though, she would have sworn that everything in the room had an ugly red tint to it.
It was obviously a bedroom; a quick glance took in the usual occasional chairs, a large bureau with matching wardrobe, and a big bed swathed in some sort of filmy draperies that fluttered in the breeze drifting in through open French doors.
Her attention narrowed to the bed as she dashed to it, immediately taking into her arms one of the two huddled, sobbing figures there.
She shoved Derek aside and entered the room, her breath ragged, her heart about ready to leap out of her chest.
She’d heard the phrase “seeing red” before, but had never thought it could be taken literally.
For a few seconds, though, she would have sworn that everything in the room had an ugly red tint to it.
It was obviously a bedroom; a quick glance took in the usual occasional chairs, a large bureau with matching wardrobe, and a big bed swathed in some sort of filmy draperies that fluttered in the breeze drifting in through open French doors.
Her attention narrowed to the bed as she dashed to it, immediately taking into her arms one of the two huddled, sobbing figures there.
Dimly, she was aware there was another person in the room, but his identity faded to insignificance.
“It’s all right, Cyndi.
I’m here now,” she said, her fury rising as the younger woman sobbed onto her shoulder.
“You’ll be OK.
We’ll make whoever did this pay.”
“It’s all right, Cyndi.
I’m here now,” she said, her fury rising as the younger woman sobbed onto her shoulder.
“You’ll be OK.
We’ll make whoever did this pay.”
“He’s evil!
He’s horrible!”
Cyndi pulled back, tears spilling over from already red, bloodshot eyes.
She was naked, a sheet clutched to her bare breasts, her face unmarked but blotchy from the tears.
There were some nasty-looking raw marks on her neck and chest, but it was the petulant purse of her lips that suddenly chimed a warning bell in Harry’s brain.
He’s horrible!”
Cyndi pulled back, tears spilling over from already red, bloodshot eyes.
She was naked, a sheet clutched to her bare breasts, her face unmarked but blotchy from the tears.
There were some nasty-looking raw marks on her neck and chest, but it was the petulant purse of her lips that suddenly chimed a warning bell in Harry’s brain.
“What happened?
Did someone attack you?”
Did someone attack you?”
Cyndi drew in a long, trembling breath and glanced over Harry’s shoulder.
“Yes!
Well .
.
.
more or less.
He dumped me, Harry.
Dumped
me!”
“Yes!
Well .
.
.
more or less.
He dumped me, Harry.
Dumped
me!”
Harry blinked for a few seconds.
“He what?”
“He what?”
“Dumped me, cruelly and .
.
.
and .
.
.
viciously.
I came up to his room, and I thought we were going to hook up, and everything was going along very nicely, and before we could get down to, you know, really doing it, he told me to leave.
Just like that!”
.
.
and .
.
.
viciously.
I came up to his room, and I thought we were going to hook up, and everything was going along very nicely, and before we could get down to, you know, really doing it, he told me to leave.
Just like that!”
Harry passed a shaking hand over her eyes.
Slowly, her heart rate dropped back to a reasonable level.
“So you weren’t attacked?”
Slowly, her heart rate dropped back to a reasonable level.
“So you weren’t attacked?”
“Verbally I was.
He told me that he didn’t want to have sex with me, and that I should leave because he wanted to sleep.”
Cyndi gestured at the bed.
“If it’s not verbal abuse to entice someone to your bed, and get them naked, and then kiss them all over before telling them to leave, I don’t know what is!”
He told me that he didn’t want to have sex with me, and that I should leave because he wanted to sleep.”
Cyndi gestured at the bed.
“If it’s not verbal abuse to entice someone to your bed, and get them naked, and then kiss them all over before telling them to leave, I don’t know what is!”
“He enticed you?”
“Yes!
Not so much in words, but he looked at me several times tonight, and a woman knows what that look means,” Cyndi said with a peculiar lofty coyness.
“He
wanted
me.
So I came up here, and then everything was really nice until he went totally crazy and told me to leave.
That’s just not right, Harry.
It’s traumatizing!
You have no idea how traumatizing it is to come up to someone’s room intending to have fabulous sex and then be told to leave because that someone wants to sleep.
I’m not a slut!
I should sleep here, too!”
Not so much in words, but he looked at me several times tonight, and a woman knows what that look means,” Cyndi said with a peculiar lofty coyness.
“He
wanted
me.
So I came up here, and then everything was really nice until he went totally crazy and told me to leave.
That’s just not right, Harry.
It’s traumatizing!
You have no idea how traumatizing it is to come up to someone’s room intending to have fabulous sex and then be told to leave because that someone wants to sleep.
I’m not a slut!
I should sleep here, too!”
Harry took a deep, deep breath to keep from strangling the young, self-centered girl in front of her, reminding herself that her whole purpose in being here was to watch over the kids and see that they came to no harm.
Her eyes lit on the red marks on Cyndi’s chest, and a little spurt of anger burned in her stomach.
Her eyes lit on the red marks on Cyndi’s chest, and a little spurt of anger burned in her stomach.
She turned, moving aside the hovering forms of Terry and Derek.
Amy clung to the latter, her eyes huge and wary.
Across the room, a man leaned drunkenly against the wall, dressed in a pair of obviously hastily donned pants, the waistband undone, his face slack and devoid of emotion as he watched Harry walk toward him.
He was a little taller than she was, obviously of Greek ethnicity, with dark eyes and hair, and what in any other circumstance would be a classical sort of beauty that she would have had to be dead not to appreciate.
Amy clung to the latter, her eyes huge and wary.
Across the room, a man leaned drunkenly against the wall, dressed in a pair of obviously hastily donned pants, the waistband undone, his face slack and devoid of emotion as he watched Harry walk toward him.
He was a little taller than she was, obviously of Greek ethnicity, with dark eyes and hair, and what in any other circumstance would be a classical sort of beauty that she would have had to be dead not to appreciate.
“I don’t know what the hell you did to her to leave those marks, but I feel it’s important to point out that she’s only eighteen years old.
Couldn’t you have gotten her out of the room without touching her?”
she asked, fighting with the need to yell at both Cyndi and the randy stallion before her.
He had to be a guest at the party—for which the band had been brought out at great expense to entertain—but at that moment, Harry couldn’t have cared less if he was the owner of this vast palace of sin; she just wanted to get Cyndi out of there without any further drama.
Couldn’t you have gotten her out of the room without touching her?”
she asked, fighting with the need to yell at both Cyndi and the randy stallion before her.
He had to be a guest at the party—for which the band had been brought out at great expense to entertain—but at that moment, Harry couldn’t have cared less if he was the owner of this vast palace of sin; she just wanted to get Cyndi out of there without any further drama.
“I—” The man blinked at her, swallowed visibly, and shoved himself away from the wall to take a step forward.
“The little bint threw herself at me.
She was in my bed, waiting for me.
I didn’t screw her, if that’s what you’re all hot and bothered about.”
“The little bint threw herself at me.
She was in my bed, waiting for me.
I didn’t screw her, if that’s what you’re all hot and bothered about.”
“Bint!”
Cyndi roared, and would have lunged at the man but for the sheet in which she was still tangled.
“You bastard!
I’m not a bint!
Terry, what’s a bint?”
Cyndi roared, and would have lunged at the man but for the sheet in which she was still tangled.
“You bastard!
I’m not a bint!
Terry, what’s a bint?”
“I don’t care who tried to seduce whom, you should have known she’s too young.
You’re just lucky she’s legal.
And obviously, you were playing a bit too rough if you left marks like those.”
You’re just lucky she’s legal.
And obviously, you were playing a bit too rough if you left marks like those.”
“I’m wounded!”
Cyndi cried, grasping at that thought.
“He hurt me!
He’s a beastly, horrible man who hurt me and abused me!
I think I may faint.”
Cyndi cried, grasping at that thought.
“He hurt me!
He’s a beastly, horrible man who hurt me and abused me!
I think I may faint.”
“You’re not hurt, you little—” The man wisely bit off the word as Harry frowned.
“I didn’t hurt her.”
“I didn’t hurt her.”
“Oh my god, I’m bleeding!”
Cyndi cried in a dramatic voice, and clutched at Terry.
“I need to go to the hospital!”
Cyndi cried in a dramatic voice, and clutched at Terry.
“I need to go to the hospital!”
“Look, this has gone far enough.
I just want you to promise to stay away from Cyndi for the rest of the weekend, OK?”
Harry said with an attempt to take control of the situation.
I just want you to promise to stay away from Cyndi for the rest of the weekend, OK?”
Harry said with an attempt to take control of the situation.
The man scowled at her.
“Who the hell are you to tell me what to do?
I bet you planned all of this with that little bint, didn’t you?
What a setup you had, getting your friend there to try to screw me and then pretend she’s been attacked.
What’s next?
Blackmail?
You can just drop that idea, because there’s no way I’m going to fall for your little scheme.”
“Who the hell are you to tell me what to do?
I bet you planned all of this with that little bint, didn’t you?
What a setup you had, getting your friend there to try to screw me and then pretend she’s been attacked.
What’s next?
Blackmail?
You can just drop that idea, because there’s no way I’m going to fall for your little scheme.”
With every word, anger built in Harry.
Oh, she knew full well that Cyndi was milking the situation for all it was worth, just as she knew that Cyndi had pursued him and not vice versa, but his slander left her itching to punch him in the nose.
Behind her she heard the whispered hush of the door opening, but she ignored it, saying simply, “Who am I?
I’ll tell you who I am.
I’m your worst nightmare.”
Oh, she knew full well that Cyndi was milking the situation for all it was worth, just as she knew that Cyndi had pursued him and not vice versa, but his slander left her itching to punch him in the nose.
Behind her she heard the whispered hush of the door opening, but she ignored it, saying simply, “Who am I?
I’ll tell you who I am.
I’m your worst nightmare.”
“I don’t know.”
He leered in that sloppy way drunks had.
“I’m willing to give you a try.
Bet you know a few things that your little friend doesn’t.”
He leered in that sloppy way drunks had.
“I’m willing to give you a try.
Bet you know a few things that your little friend doesn’t.”
The man reached out and grabbed her breast.
Harry saw red again before she knocked his hand away, stomped as hard as she could on his bare foot, and swiftly brought up her knee into his groin.
When he doubled over with a scream, she punched him as hard as she could in the eye.
His head snapped back, his face frozen in shock and pain for a moment before he fell over backward.
Harry saw red again before she knocked his hand away, stomped as hard as she could on his bare foot, and swiftly brought up her knee into his groin.
When he doubled over with a scream, she punched him as hard as she could in the eye.
His head snapped back, his face frozen in shock and pain for a moment before he fell over backward.
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