The drifting aroma got Anna out of bed quickly.
The blue Cretan Sea was calm as they sat on the balcony and enjoyed the view and the black Greek coffee while Anna rested her head on Nikolas's chest. She was content.
In spite of the pleasant scene, the presence of a number of large British and Greek warships worried Nikolas, although he said nothing to spoil the precious day.
"Nikolas, I would love to go to Ierapetra. Can we go?" she whispered.
"Of course, Agape," he replied. "Why don't you get ready and I will fetch the driver to take us there," Nikolas said, putting on his trousers and his uniform jacket. On the third button, Anna stopped him. He gave her a kiss and held her tightly to his body. The breakfast and coffee had rekindled their energy. Her black silk slip clung to her breasts and buttocks as Nikolas ran his hand over her. The scent and softness of her skin against his unshaven face, the sensation on the tips of his fingers against the silk, and her hard nipples underneath aroused him again.
Anna slowly unbuttoned his uniform, then unbuckled his belt, as Nikolas inhaled deeply. She had some difficulty where there was a growing bulge. But she managed, and soon enough his trousers fell to the floor. She then removed his uniform jacket and it too dropped on the floor.
Looking into his lively, anticipating brown eyes, Anna then began unbuttoning his shirt. She laid her velvety cheek against his chest, thick with hair, and kissed it tenderly. Smiling, she took his hand and led him toward the unmade bed.
There was a loud knock on the door. "Officer Nikolas! Your driver is ready downstairs."
"Okay, Curly. Tell him to come back in an hour."
"Yes, sir," replied the boy.
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The village of Ierapetra was an hour's drive from the hotel. One of Stavros' yachts was moored there and Anna told the skipper to take the day off. She would use her father's yacht for the day.
"What shall I tell your father if he asks me, Miss?"
"Whatever you can think of, Kostas," she smiled.
They looked at each other and Kostas knew what was being asked of him. He then saluted Nikolas and provided him with a complete tour of the lavish yacht, showing him where everything was, including the platter full of Cretan sweets that Kostas's wife had generously provided. Nikolas's face radiated with approval as he thanked him, and they shook hands. After Kostas helped untie the ropes, the young lovers were on their way.
They were headed for the privately owned island of Gaidouronisi. When Anna glanced at her gold Rolex, the time was a little after eleven in the morning.