You Doubted Me....

The Unfeasibly Tall Greek Billionaire's Blackmailed Martyr-Complex Secretary Mistress Bride

If you haven't a friggin' clue what I'm talking about, you should start at T's. Then CJ. Chapter 3 with Kate. Next Carrie. Pork Chop eyes with Ann (if that ain't the winning-est phrase evah, IDK what is). I'm after POINTS. I have a few things to fess up to before we wade through the quagmire that is my category romance attempt. I went over my 750 words by adding the epilogue. Oops. I mixed some things up for my own enjoyment. It was all I COULD DO not to add a taste of m/m tension....heh. And CJ gave me some pointers on disciplining a paragraph that was playin' me. We set that biotch straight.

Chapter 6

“….as the global hummus industry continues its domination of the protein enriched snack food market, I would like to draw your attention to the next—"

“Molly!”

Molly snapped her mouth shut and shifted her gaze from the hastily crafted, sub-par, PowerPoint presentation. The unfeasibly tall form of Nico, ruler of all he purveyed, stood giant-like at the back of the packed grand ballroom of the Falafel Fairways Resort and Conference Center, drawing every eye.

“Nico?”

He was angry, and of course he had every right to be. She should have known better than to let herself enjoy a moment of happiness on behalf of the orphans. He had misconstrued her dancing with the Hottest Priest in the Greek Isles for something tawdry. Oh, she was doing her best to make up for it, standing in her grandmother's beloved prairie dress discussing market share with 1000 sweaty conventioneers. She only wanted to please him! 
Molly sighed. Swallowing her pride, she considered the fate of the orphans. To her consternation, her nipples hardened.

He ran toward the stage. He hadn't returned the 27 messages she'd left on his All UR HUMMUS R BELONG 2 US company expensed cell phone. She needed to apologize. But what was the point? Nico never believed her. To her consternation, her nipples hardened.

“If you’d care to have a seat next to Mr. Dimitrakisitisapoulis, the Mikkinian Moussaka Magnate,” she indicated a furry man in the third row with her laser pointer,” I’d like to cont—“

“I’m not here to discuss acquisitions, Molly!” Nico thundered, his voice filling the sweltering silence. 1000 pair of curious eyes shifted to focus on Niko, his arms akimbo. “I’m here to tell you that you are not a whore!”

Molly quivered in shame. “Mr. Lefkas!"

“You had never parted those succulent yet trim thighs for any man until I rode you like the gloriously unfettered pink pony I always dreamed of. I tore your fragile maidenhead, and I came, roaring my pleasure into your deflowered ears.” Nico paused.

Molly gasped, clutching the silver macramé macaroni crucifix little Michael Grecopholotopolis had crafted for her as she sobbed her thanks to the half naked priest earlier that day. To her consternation, her nipples hardened.

“When I knelt before the altar of commerce, pledged myself to the sacred order of the tahini brotherhood, and took up the reigns of the global hummus industry, I promised myself, someday, a worthy virgin would stand beside me and powder the chafed arses of orphans everywhere.” To Nico’s consternation, his nipples hardened.

“But, Mr. Lefkas, earlier today you said—“

“Molly, I demand that you forget everything I’ve ever said.” Nico vaulted onto the stage. “Come, Molly.” To her consternation, Molly’s nipples hardened. “Take my hand and together we shall create an unfeasibly loud dynasty of rash resistant hummus tycoon babies. I promise to keep your muffin buttered with my protein enriched spread for the remainder of our natural lives.”

“Nico, I don’t deserve you! Surely you could find a woman for whom diaper rash holds less interest!” Oh, what was the point? Nico never believed her.

“As true as that might have been yesterday, my love, today I learned that you are innocent.”

“How? When—”

“I eavesdropped on your private conversation with that representative from an outdated religious order and denied you your privacy for my own gain. You are clean!”

"But, Nico—"

“Will you forgive me?” To their mutual consternation, nipples hardened in rapid succession.

“Oh, Nico!" Molly opened her arms, the laser pointer finding its target on the beaded pearl of his left nipple. Licking her perfectly proportioned lips, she pressed her succulent mouth against his in a shocking display of self worth. “But what of the orphans? They demand the precious salve only I can deliver.”

“I love you, Molly. I am a billionaire and the global hummus market is at my disposal!” He laughed, sweeping Molly and her yards of musty calico into his unfeasibly strong arms. Nico stormed from the stage, 2000 legume stained hands clapped in syncopated rhythm with his lust filled heart.

“I love you, t—“

“I know.” Nico ducked behind the velvet curtains, his rock hard manhood demanding the attention of his blushing secretary. “I need you, now” He ordered pushing her down into a pool of Tabu scented cotton. To her consternation, her nipples hardened. “But Nico, there are peop—

“Molly, you mustn’t deny me. We have the rest of our married lives for that.” No, she couldn’t deny him. Unzipping his chickpea colored batiste trousers, she released his slithering one eyed python of promise and kissed its eager, drooling head.

As it would for the rest of her life, the taste of tahini, garlic and garbanzo filled her mouth. Nico came, roaring his pleasure.

Epilogue

Dogs and ponies play happily on the rolling lawn with the Lefkas’ gifted, attractive, precocious, exceedingly clean six children: Olympia, Helena, Athena, Anthopoloupisis, and the twins: Peloponnesia and Bibby. Molly ages beautifully and butters her muffin each and every morning, to her husband’s approval. Nico, silver streaks gracing his temples, unfeasibly good looking and still, somehow, in his prime, continues to roar his pleasure; frequently all over poor Molly’s muffin.