Cooking Up Love ---- COMPLETED

I fought the urge to run away and continued up the street. I was in total shock, how had he found me? What was he doing here? And oh my god, he looked so fucking hot! He was only wearing baggy jeans and a white t-shirt, the tattoos on his arms standing out in the sunshine. I could actually feel myself starting to drool.

"Hello, how have you been?" I decided to play it cool and see what he was there for.

"How have I been? Are you kidding me? You run off to the middle of Greece without telling me, and yant ant to know how I've been? I've been just fuckin great." He didn't shout it but he was angry, his body was tense all the muscles in his arm were rock hard.

"Oh." Was all I could say. He snatched the groceries away from me and then said.

"Open the door, we can talk inside." I fumbled with my keys and eventually opened the door. I took the bags from him and went into the kitchen and started put the stuff away. He followed me in and watched, I could feel that penetrating stare on my back. I was nervous and not paying attention to what I was doing and put the milk in the cupboard and the bread in the freezer.

"Want a drink?" I asked him after he still hadn't said anything.

"Sure." I got us both glasses of water. I chugged mine down while his just sat in front of him and he watched me.

"I uh, was going to call you." I said, when I realized he wasn't going to say anything.

"You didn't call." Was all he said.

"I didn't know what to say." I almost whispered this.

"Didn't know what to say? Maybe you could have started with why you left me a shitty letter on my counter and didn't even tell me what I did wrongthouthought things were good between us." He wasn't looking at me anymore. I didn't know if I should be relieved to have his probing eyes off me or to be ashamed because he didn't want to look at me.

"I'm sorry about the letter, you're right it was an awful thing to do, but I wasn't kingking straight." He looked up at me

"But why? What happened?"

"I saw a picture of you in London with those two blondes...." I started to say before he cut me off.

"And you believed what the article said, that the came to my room and spent thght?ght? Thanks a lot for all that trust you have in me Frank." He said sarcastically. "They came to my room alright, but they are lesbians. They wouldn't have anything to do with me, if I had wanted to. Nothing happened." I knew he tel telling the truth, but my insecurity was telling me things in my mind. About how it didn't matter because next time he would sleep with someone else, all men did.

"I'm sorry I thought the worse before I talked to you. But nothing has really changed." I was feeling the tears well up in my eyes.

"I don't understand Frank, I thought you cared about me." Robbie looked so hurt, did he care that much about me?

"I do care about you, but I have a hard time trusting men. Every boyfriend I have ever had has cheated on me." He looked up startled. "When I saw that picture it all came back. And I knew that even if you hadn't done it this time, you would eventually. They all do. I decided to end it before my heart got broken." But the joke was on me because I already felt like my heart had been ripped out. He was quiet for a moment before he said.

"I understand. I guess it didn't help that I have a reputation for not being faithful. But I have changed Frank. And I am going to make you see that." This shocked me, I figured he would understand that we were over and leave, this was not going how I planned. He stood up and walked over to me. Leaned in close to my ear and whispered.

"I am not letting you go so easily." I trembled at his warm breath tickling my ear and I closed my eyes, being so close to him was like torture. He pulled away from me and walked towards the front door, then he paused and said

"Your mum says "Hi" by the way." I watched him walk out the door and close it behind him. My mum??


"He is very charmFranFran, I thought you were going to call him? The poor boy came here and practically begged me to tell him where you were. And so polite too." Shit, even my mother had fallen under his spell. I couldn't stay mad at her, because I knew she thought she was helping me. "Just give him another chance." Was the last thing she said before I hung up. I had lost my appetite for fobut but I sure was hungry for something else, Robbie. I couldn't eat and I sat on the terrace trying to write, but I could only think of him and his incredible eyes. I was staring off into space when I heard my landlord, Mr. Karathankis, shouting hello to me. I stood up so I could see him better below the terrace and was shocked to see Robbie with him.

"Hello, Fran. This will be you neighbour. He is renting the house next door." Robbie smiled and waved. I felt as though I had been kicked in the stomach, I did remember Mr. Karathankis saying he owned several homes that he rented to tourists, but why was Robbie renting the one next to mine? They went inside and I sat back down. This was my dream and I would not be chased off. Robbie would get bored and leave soon. I sat back down and in my new anger was able to write quite a bit.


Several hour later I looked up from the screen, The sun was still quite warm although it was late in the afternoon. I d upd up to stretch out my back and froze in place when I saw Robbie on his terrace. He was laid out in a lounger, suntanning, I guessed, and all he was wearing was sunglasses and a small pair of shorts. I stood there with my tounge hanging out. I could remeber touching and tasting every part of his body, most of which was now exposed. My feet, having a will of their own, stepped toward him. If it wasn't for the fear of falling to the ground below, I think I would have jumped across to his terrace.

"This is just too much." I mumbled to myself. I tried to turn away, even after Robbie lifted his sunglasses and smiled at me, I tried to leave. But my legs were not listening to my body.

"Beautiful view isn't it?" He asked, I knew full well he didn't mean the veiw of the Mederterrian. I opened my mouth to speak and then closed it, my legs finally began to work and I turned and practically ran inside the house. "See ya Frank." Robbie called out to me.

The next few days were like torture for me, everywhere I went, Robbie seemed to be there. When I got to the market, he was standing there flirting with Mrs. Naskos. If I rode my bike I was almost guaranteed to pass him by somewhere along the way, on my walks I would find him strolling along on the street and he was always on his terrace in some sort of stage of partial nudity. Had the man forgotten to pack shirts? The worst thing was if I stood in my bedroom with the lights off, I could see into his bedroom. I knew it was wrong to spy on him, but I was beyond caring. Besides he was the one flaunting himself in front of me. I was watching him one night when he came out of the shower, he had a towel wrapped around his waist and the water was still running off his body. My tounge actually came out of my mouth as if it wanted to lick the water off of him. He rummaged around in his dresser before pulling out some clothes when he slipped the towel off, I almost lost my mind. My nipples hardened at the sight of him and I felt an intense throbbing between my legs, I was actually panting. What was the matter with me, I was standing there like some perverted stalker, watching him, its not like I hadn't seen it before. And then something awful happened. I sneezed. It wasn't a quiet one and it was out before I could stop it or move away. Robbie's head came up at the sound and he smiled. I knew then that he was aware I was watching.
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"Bless you, Frank."

"Oh fuck you Rob." I said to him turning away from the window.

"You wish." He called after me. Oh god, how I wished. I was going insane, I was walking around in a constant state of arousal. I was like a dog in heat, at any moment I was going to rip off Robbies clothes, if he was wearing any, and attack him. Maybe I just needed to get laid by someone other than Robbie. I hadn't ever had a one night stand but I was desperate to get Robbie off my mind. I got dressed up, which wasn't very dressy just jeans and a sexy shirt, and left to go to the bar that all the tourists went to. Surely I could find one hot tourist guy that spoke english, that would be intersted in me.

I got to bar bar and sat near the small dance floor, I ordered a glass of juice, since I don't drink, and checked out the men. There were several good looking guys, but most of them seemed to be with women. I had been there about half an hour when ticeticed Robbie come in. "Damn, whats he doing here? What is he stalking me or something." I said to no one. He winked at me and sat on the opposite side of the bar. Cocky bastard I thought to myself. I noticed several single women check him out. He would have no problem finding a lady here.

"Excuse me would you care to dance?" I heard someone ask me. I smiled at the man speaking to me. He was young probably only 20 or 21, he had dark brown hair and brown eyes. He was well built and actually very cute.

"American?" I asked him

"Yes, from Detroit. Your American too." He held out his hand and we went to the dance floor. Whlie we were dancing I learned his name was Patrick, and he was on a tour with about 50 people from his University. Most of the people in the bar were on his tour. He was actually a funny guy and I was having a good time, well I would have been if I didn't notice Robbie dancing with 3 girls at the same time. At least throbarobably don't know who he is if they are American, I thought to myself. If they knew he was a famous singer and a millionaire, they would be fighting over him. When a slow song came on Patrick pulled me close. I noticed Robbie dancing with a very pretty blonde, she was clinging to him like she was drowning and he was a life preserver. I felt several twinges of jealousy, but I acted like I didn't care. I was staring intently at him and saw his hands were almost on the girls ass. I frowned and noticed he was looking at me, he winked and moved his hand right onto her ass.

"Fuck Off." I whispered and moved even closer to Patrick. Patrick smiled down at me and I then I kissed him. It was a nice soft kiss, I knew if I wanted he would come back to my place, but even as I was kissing him I was still thinking of Robbie. Having a fling with Patrick wasn't going to help me. When the song was over I pulled away and said goodbye to Patrick, I could tell he was pissed off that I was leaving.

"Do you want to come back to my room?" He asked me.

"I don't think thats a good idea Patrick, but thanks for asking." I gave him a hug and walked out the door towards home.

Halfway thI reI reed sed someone was following me. The streets were deserted and I became nervous. "Don't worry its just me." I heard Robbie say from behind me.

"Oh, managed to pry those girls off you?" I asked sarcastically.

"Jealous?" He asked me.

"Not." I answered, although we both knew I was lying.

"So where's your friend?" He asked me.

"Friend?"

"Yeah that guy you kissed in the bar." He reminded me, I had already forgotten about Patrick.

"Well hsn'tsn't really my type." I answered.

"So whats your type?" skedsked me.

"Um I don't know." I wanted to shout that he was, but I didn't. We were quiet the rest of the way home. He walked me to my door and waited for me to unlock it. Then he put both his hands om my face and kissed me. Softly at first and then he ran his tounge over my lips, urging them to open, and I slid my tounge along his. STOP, my brain was shouting but I ignored my brain and kept kissing him. He pulled away and ed aed at me.

"Good night Frank." He said and started walking toward his own house. My heart was racing and I was breathing hard, all from one kiss. It was then that I knew I loved him.

"Fransic Webber, you are a fool." I said to myself. In my bedroom I got undressed and slid into bed. I switched off the lamp and laid down. Then it hit me, if I could see into his room, he must be able to see into mine. But would he care? Would he watch me like I watched him? Iled,led, of course he would.