Cara
“Please, Cara, let me take those,” Demetrios says, trying to grab the stack of dirty plates from my hands.
I sidestep him and head into the kitchen. “Just doing my job, but thank you for using my name,” I call back to him.
He sighs, grinning, and shakes his head.
I drop off the dishes, stick an order ticket in the line cook’s window, and head back out front. I refill a couple mugs and stand for a moment, surveying the diner.
It’s half filled with Greek soldiers and half filled with locals. The place has been bustling lately. I think it has something to do with Eros-somehow, word got out that his wife spends her time in this place, and everyone’s coming by to try to curry favor with the lord’s woman.
It’s kind of nice. But mostly annoying.
Toward the back, Alonzo’s sitting alone, reading the paper. He’s still my guard, though I don’t need him as much these days. Eros purged the last of the stubborn captains from the family over the winter, and now that spring is here again, things are completely calm.
Phel leans over him. They’re bantering back and forth about something. She rolls her eyes at him and taps her pen against her notebook. He’s glancing down at her tits, back up to her eyes, scowling the whole time. Those two act like they hate each other, but if they’re not fucking before the end of the summer, I’ll throw myself into the river.
“That man’s a total ass,” Phel says, joining me behind the counter. “Seriously, how do you put up with him?”
“I don’t know, I think he’s decent. Saved my life.”
“Eh, still a dick.” She shoots him a dirty look.
“God, the sexual tension between you two is almost embarrassing. Just suck his dick and get it over with.”
She glares at me too. “I’d rather suck Old Harry’s dick than get anywhere near Alonzo.”
“I heard that,” Old Harry says, a white-haired Greek guy in his seventies, one of our regulars. “And I am willing.”
“Shut up, Harry, you old pervert,” Phel snaps at him and he laughs along happily as his diner buddies give him a hard time.
“Aw, it’s cute, Phel. Reminds me of when I first got involved with Eros.”
She rolls her eyes. “Seriously, let it go. Are you out of here or what?”
I check the time and nod. “Looks like my shift’s over.”
“You’re lucky my dad loves you so much. I will note that he never lets me come in for a casual four hours.”
“And I will note that your diner is packed every day because of me.” I kiss her cheek and hug her. “Love you girl. Drinks tomorrow?”
“If you’re paying, I’m doing shots.”
“Wonderful.” I wave as I breeze past her. Alonzo moves to get up, but I wave him back down. “Eros’s here, I’m fine.”
He looks unhappy but obeys.
That’s how things are these days. Nobody’s worried when I go out into the alley. Nobody’s going to be there, not an angry Hector, not a pathetic ex-husband.
Only my Eros.
He’s leaning against the wall, waiting for me. His Maserati is parked illegally in front of a fire hydrant across the sidewalk. I march up to my big, beautiful husband, and lay a fat kiss on his luscious lips.
He purrs as he digs his fingers into my ass.
“Hello, wife. Nice shoes,” he says, grinning. “Have I told you lately how much I love that uniform? I swear, it’s getting shorter.”
“I might’ve had it hemmed,” I say innocently, which isn’t true, but it’s funny. I’m also wearing a new pair of sneakers he bought me recently too, one of a growing collection. I’m going to need my own shoe room soon enough. “How’s work been?”
“Quiet,” he says. “The way I like it.”
“Lovely. Let’s get going before you start seriously fondling me in this alley.”
“What, a man can’t grab his wife’s ass in public these days?”
“It smells like garbage.”
“And your point? I’d gladly fuck you here and now.”
“I know that,” I say, kissing his jaw. “That’s what I love about you, big old horndog.”
“Not my fault that damn uniform is sinful. I swear, Demetrios knows what he’s doing.”
I swat at his chest. “He makes his daughter wear it, you goon. It’s just traditional.”
He laughs and leads me to the car. The doors pop open and I climb inside. I catch him wave to a worried-looking Alonzo, who visibly relaxes once it’s clear Eros isn’t angry.
My husband gets behind the wheel. “Ready?”
“Take me home.” I lean my head back, smiling as he pulls into traffic. “I have something to tell you. Something I think you’ll like.”
“Oh, really? Tell me now then.”
“No, sorry. You have to wait until after we eat with your mother.”
His eyebrows raise. “Then why tease me, asteraki mu?”
“I want you suitably excited, but if I tell you now, you’re going to make me skip dinner.”
“Let me guess. New lingerie? Oh, you’re in a blowjob mood, aren’t you?”
“No and yes, actually, but that’s not it.”
He gives me a low chuckle. “All right then, wife. I’ll wait patiently.”
“Good boy.” I pat his thigh happily.