Phillipa dressed quickly, putting on a long, pink sleeveless dress. The neckline was low and revealed a deeply tanned cleavage. She knew she looked elegant and right for an extravagant evening out.
She wasn’t sure where Demetri was going to take her, but she had a feeling it might be somewhere that had more class and sophistication than the usual taverna.
The evening was once more hot and clammy. There wasn’t any breeze in the air and Phillipa couldn’t get used to the July climate.
Exactly at eight o’clock, Demetri arrived. She opened the door and saw he was dressed in a pale blue, short sleeved shirt and black trousers. He looked immaculate. His smile complemented his good looks, as he touched her slim waist with his hand.
“You look sexy. Come closer, so I can get a good look.”
He entered the bungalow and pulled her into his arms. She raised her hands up upon his head, touching his hair and smoothing it back and feeling it’s thickness through her finger tips. Her heart raced whenever his eyes scrutinised hers. She craved for his love so much that it was crippling her inside by not being able to tell him how much she felt.
Tonight she would let him know that she loved him. She didn’t care if he didn’t love her back, but at least she could say she’d told him, so she wouldn’t feel guilty about it.
“Come. Let’s go to dinner, before we get too comfortable here.” He took hold of her hand and led her to his car.
Phillipa sat in the passenger seat and watched him as he drove. She couldn’t take her eyes off him. She adored him. He was the only man she would ever want and she desperately hoped that he would feel the same way. She panicked at what she was thinking. What if he didn’t love her? Would he still want to see her again? Perhaps, he desired her body and not her. Questions and answers whirled inside her brain, making her nervous. She wasn’t sure if she should say anything about her love just yet.
She stared out of the window into the dark night whilst the car stopped at some traffic lights. Phillipa watched as a lizard ran across a wall of a house. She was fascinated by them. The hurtled to their destination with their spiky bodies shimmering. The car continued to move and she turned to look at Demetri. His handsome face was serious, as he concentrated on his driving. She loved watching him. He had everything a girl could want in a man and she desperately hoped they’d share the same feelings about one another.
They arrived at the restaurant. It was definitely an elegant place. The lighting came from chandeliers that hung from the high ceilings and extravagant furniture gave the atmosphere of wealth and success. She felt uneasy in such a place, being unused to the opulent atmosphere.
They were seated at a table in a quiet area of the restaurant where Demetri was afforded the respect due to regular customer. Everyone knew him. He seemed to be well liked and esteemed. This was something Phillipa admired in him. He was always polite and courteous to the people around him and these qualities were partly why she was so drawn towards.
His features were serene and clam as she studied him across the table. This was the man for her and she knew how important it was to tell him.
They were each given a menu by a waiter.
“What will you have to eat Phillipa?”
She glanced over at him, smiling. “I’m not sure. They all seem delicious, but I can’t decide.”
He laughed. “Then may I suggest you try mousaka. It’s a good meal and I think you’ll enjoy it.”
She checked the menu again and read the ingredients. “It sounds divine. I’ll have mousaka then.”
The waiter took Demetri’s order, which was souvelaggi – meat cooked on sticks – and he ordered a bottle of red wine.
They were left alone and Demetri looked at her, whilst his hand covered hers, stroking it softly with his thumb. She shivered with anticipation, hoping his feelings would remain after the funeral.
Their food arrived and they ate leisurely.
“Does everything taste okay?” he asked.
She nodded and smiled at him, reassuring him that it was fine. “Yes, it’s wonderful. It’s so similar to lasagne, but without the pasta and with vegetables instead.”
“Good. I’m glad you like it. Here drink some wine.” He poured some wine into her glass.
She watched him sip his and then picked up her own and began to take a drink from it. “The wine is good too.”
He laughed. “I hope so, it’s the best one they have.”
“I see,” she said, wondering how much it must have cost.
After a while, Phillipa felt the effects of the wine sink in. She’d drunk at least three full glasses, which was usually too much for her. She started to move out of her seat.
“You must excuse me. I have to make a trip to the ladies room. I won’t be long Demetri.”
He quickly took hold of her hand and brought it, slowly, to his lips and kissed it.
“Hurry back agabe-mou.”
She quivered at the touch of his lips on her skin. “I will,” was all she could think of saying.
“Would you like me to order desert for you? How about some baklava cake?”
She didn’t know what it was. “What’s that?”
“It’s a syrup cake and it’s very tasty. You must try it.”
“All right. Order it and I’ll be back soon.”
He let go of her hand and she made her way to the ladies room. Once there, she began to think of Demetri. Things were beginning to look up for both of them, but she still worried about it. The funeral would be soon and she wondered if Demetri would feel differently after that. She hoped he was serious about her, enough to make their relationship last. She didn’t want another rejection. Although, Jake had been a different kind of partner to her. He was the sort of person who had wanted to rule her life, instead of making it romantic. He hadn’t deserved her understanding nor her trust anymore. She only wished he hadn’t made an effort to call her, persuading her to come back to him. She didn’t want to tell Demetri about him and she prayed that Jake would never set foot in Cyprus.
Phillipa combed her hair and added a touch of lipstick to her lips. Her cheeks glowed and her blond hair shone under the lighting. She knew she looked stunning and she felt extremely happy. The only thing that bothered her was the fact that Demetri could still be vulnerable over Hellena’s death. She didn’t want to be the cause of more problems where his parents were concerned. What if they thought she was chasing after him? It would ruin the atmosphere between them.
She smoothed her dress down, making sure she looked perfect before going back to Demetri. She made her way to the door and opened it. Entering into the dinning area, she noticed Demetri chatting to a tall, black haired, slim lady. He was laughing at something she’d said, but Phillipa couldn’t hear their conversation as she stood away from them.
He appeared to be happy to see the woman, it seemed. To Phillipa’s dismay the lady leant over him and embraced him by slinging her arms around his shoulders and then kissing him slowly on the lips. Phillipa, shocked and unable to move, saw that Demetri gave into the kiss willingly.
Phillipa turned back and quickly returned to the ladies room before they could see her. She didn’t want Demetri to see her reaction to what she’d just witnessed.
She wondered who this woman was. Perhaps, she was an old flame of his. It was possible she could be just a friend, but it seemed unlikely, considering the kiss she’d just given him.
Phillipa tried to calm herself. She wasn’t sure of what she should do now. She couldn’t leave here without him. That would be unfair. She would go back and face him, when he was once again alone. After about five minutes, she watched the lady leave and then, Phillipa made her way back to the table.
To be continued……………..