Fun In The Sun (Edited and extra chapters) by Repgreece Repgreece (fiction novels to read .txt) 📕

Sal hesitated for a moment before replying, "Tell me what you're thinking." 

Where should he begin? What had he been thinking about? Well, let's see... Seducing her, taking her to his bed, slipping her out of that dress, kissing every inch of her, driving her to distraction... 

But for some reason, this whole situation was causing him much amusement. The irony of it: that there she was, sitting on his lap, and there he was enjoying every second of it. But did she even realize what she was doing to him? 

"What are you thinking, Nick?" she prompted him again, watching him inquisitively. He felt sure she must be able to read his thoughts, or at least know what kind of things he was thinking. Then it occurred to him, now would be a fantastic time for Kosta to play the song he had asked the kamaki to request for him. 

"Hold that thought," he said, as realization spread across his face and he turned to glance back towards the music console. 

What was he doing now? Sometimes Sal had no idea what was going through his head at all, but he'd obviously thought of something fun, judging by the excitement in his face, so she would just have to wait and see what he'd been thinking. 

Nick caught Kosta's attention and Kosta immediately seemed to know why he was looking at him as he nodded put his thumb up in acknowledgement. 

Ok, Sal wasn't the most patient person in the world; she couldn't bear it anymore. 

"Nick, what's happening?" she asked. 

"Ahh haa, you haven't got long to wait," he replied mysteriously. "And," he went on, "if you're really lucky you might even... probably for the only time ever..." he stressed, backtracking slightly, "...get to hear me singing to you," he finished. 

"Really?" she said, laughing in amazement. "I don't think I've ever heard you sing before, Nick." 

"Yeah well, like I said, it will be a once in a lifetime thing," he chuckled. 

"Goodness, I feel quite honoured now," she said, placing a hand over her heart. 

"Hmm, you might not be so impressed when you hear me sing," he laughed, "But I'll take my chances," he said as he heard the song begin and he leant forward, sweeping her hair from her ear with the back of his hand and whispering, 

...Won't you make yourself at home and stay with me? And don't you ever leave. 

Lay down, Sally, and rest you in my arms. Don't you think you want someone to talk to? 

She laughed suddenly in surprise and pulled back to look at him. He grinned and continued. 

Lay down, Sally, no need to leave so soon. I've been trying all night long just to talk to you. 

"Oh Lord!" she exclaimed. "I've just realized, no one has ever requested that song for me before." 

"Really?" he replied incredulously. "What, not even one of those lucky boyfriends of yours?" 

She shook her head. "No. No one." 

"Foolish boys," he concluded. 

She chuckled. Then something else occurred to her. "Wait, so you do know my name then," she smiled. 

He laughed out loud. "Of course I know your name. I'm not likely to forget something as important as that. Come on," he said, shifting so that she slid off his lap before standing to offer her his hand. 

"What?" she asked, glancing at it. 

"Let's dance," he replied. 

"Dance?" she laughed. "I didn't know you danced either." 

"I have many talents you haven't experienced yet, Sal," he grinned, taking her hand and leading her to an empty space in the centre of the bar, to join another small group of tourists who were also now dancing. 

This was turning out to be one pretty extraordinary night, Sal thought to herself as they stopped and turned to each other. But she suddenly felt a little... well something similar to shy, a feeling she rarely experienced. Her encounters with Nick so far had been limited to working at the airport, bumping into each other around town and a whole lot of teasing, but that had been it. Dancing with him all of a sudden seemed so sort of different for them. Then she had a really stupid thought, Okay, so how was this going to work? She had a horrifying suspicion that she'd suddenly completely forgotten how to dance! Luckily, she didn't have much time to dwell on this as Nick grabbed her hand and pulled her to him, lacing his fingers with hers and sliding the other arm behind her to claim her waist. 

"So, do you like your song, Sal?" he asked, his eyes twinkling down at hers as they began to move together in light steps to the carefree tempo. Then, in that instant, she realized that she had not got a worry in the world. He danced great...she danced great...they danced great together! 

She laughed. "Yes," she replied, beaming up at him. "Thank you for requesting it, Nick." 

He shrugged. "You don't have to thank me. This song was clearly written for you, Sal," he said, tightening his hold on her. 

She giggled, "Somehow, I don't think..." 

He cut her off then though by placing a finger on her lips. 

"It's your song for tonight," he whispered, suddenly twirling her around with one hand and catching her around the waist again to bring her back to him. She laughed with surprise as he went on to guide her in their dance, twirling and catching hold of her as the music played on and he sang the words with her name. 

 Youtube link to the song
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nOXf9oAGfDw

"Thank you for my song, and the dance, Nick," Sal said when the music faded. Nick had caught her to him for one last time, but kept his arms around her in a tight hold as they finally stopped moving and she gazed up at him.

He smiled. "Don't mention it."

"I just did," she laughed. "Besides, it was a really nice gesture and I want you to know how much I appreciated it. Thanks."

Nick never knew what to say when Sal complimented him like that and he eventually just said the first thing he could think of.

"You're a pretty good dancer, Sal."

She laughed. "You're not so bad yourself, Nick. How about we go to "Saint-Tropez" and do it some more?"

"Sure," he smiled, "Why not."

Nick and Sal paid their bar bill, or more accurately, Sal tried to pay again but Nick refused to let her, and then they said their goodbyes to Kosta, Marta and the new Kamaki, waving as they left the bar.

The town at that time was mostly quiet, and therefore it was easy to detect where the remaining nightlife hot spots were from the sounds of music emanating from them. Sal and Nick headed away from the Soho Street bars, which played mostly Greek music, and aimed for the other side of town and across the bridge to "Saint Tropez". The bar was still showing signs of revelry, with loud music and partygoers having spilled out onto the streets to perform impromptu dances.

It was then, when focusing his attention on the outside of the bar in the distance, that Nick suddenly kicked himself for not remembering something that Ruth had mentioned earlier: Boycie, who was the kamaki outside 'Saint-Tropez', and Sal had dated a couple of times that winter season. Did Nick really want to go in there tonight with Sal looking like she did? Knowing Boycie, he probably wouldn't leave her alone.

"Sal," he said suddenly, halting her with one hand on her arm.

She glanced up at him in surprise. "Yes. Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, but I was just thinking, do you really want to go into 'Saint Tropez' tonight?"

She frowned in confusion. Of course she did! Everyone ended up in "Saint-Tropez" at the end of the evening. It was the most entertaining bar in town.

"Yes," she replied simply.

Damn, he sounded like an idiot.

"Yeah, of course. Just checking," he said, claiming her hand and resigning himself to having to put up with Boycie. Anyway, Ruth had said that Sal decided to stop seeing him, so she couldn't have liked him that much.

As they neared the bar, Georgos, the owner who always sat outside at his own table, waved and smiled in acknowledgement of their presence.

"Hi Georgos!" Sal waved back, but was interrupted by Boycie's wolf whistle. His attention had shot in Sal's direction as soon as he had spotted her walking across the bridge and he had followed her progress towards them with interest.

"Hellooooo Sal," he said, running his eyes up and down her body as she walked closer. She was so hot tonight! He'd never seen her looking quite so hot before.

Here we go. Nick knew it! Boycie was going to be all over Sal like a rash.

"Hello Boycie," Sal said casually over her shoulder as she passed him at the doorway.

Well, at least Sal wasn't encouraging him.

Boycie's gaze dropped to watch her from behind as she entered the bar, only to meet the obvious hostility in Nick's eyes shortly afterwards when he turned back.

"A'right geezer," Boycie joked, over exaggerating his gesture for Nick to enter.

Nick failed to see the humour and just glared at Boycie when walking past him. But Boycie was far too excited about the fact that Sal was dressed to kill, and the prospect of taking advantage of that. If she had done it to attract a guy, as far as he was concerned, it had worked, and he was going to let her know he was available and ready for anything. Glancing at Georgos, who was now in conversation with his friend, Nikos, Boycie saw his opportunity to leave his post at the door and he followed Nick and Sal inside, making a swift path to the end of the bar and around to the other side to serve them.

"Sooo," he said, skidding into position in front of Sal in his rush to get there before someone else served her. "What can I do for you tonight? Is there anything I can do for you tonight, Sal?" he asked suggestively, leaning over the bar towards her.

"Hmm, let me think," she came back, making him wait. "No, I can't think of anything... apart from just a glass of rose, please," she smiled.

"Sal, you're breaking my heart," he replied, placing a hand on his chest.

"I'm sure you'll survive," she laughed.

Nick watched their interaction with annoyance.

"Can we get the drinks, if it's not too much trouble?" Nick said to Boycie, reaching into his pocket for some money. "Sal wants a glass of rose," he reminded him, "and I'll