because a crowd of people, four or five deep, were stood around it. Freya knew it wasn’t a queue to be served and could only assume that Nicholas was in the middle of the crowd.
Before she could move any further towards the bar Roger the bodyguard appeared, took her arm and guided her in the opposite direction, towards the back gate of the apartments.
‘ What’s happening?’ Freya demanded to know when Roger had finally stopped shepherding her and they were outside the grounds.
‘ Nick apologises. It got kind of crazy while he was waiting for you. He’s just going to sign these autographs and then meet you in the car,’ Roger explained.
‘ Car? What car?’ Freya enquired.
‘ This car M’am,’ Roger answered.
Freya looked up the road to see a black Mercedes with privacy glass heading towards them.
‘ What is going on?’ Freya demanded to know as the car pulled up in front of them.
‘ If you could just wait inside M’am, to avoid any unwanted attention,’ Roger spoke as he opened the back door for her.
‘ I’m not getting in there. For all I know it could drive off and I’d end up in the bottom of the Aegean with a plastic sack over my head. This was not the arrangement. I was supposed to be organising the night,’ Freya exclaimed and she slammed the door shut.
‘ Nick said you might be a little reluctant. I’ll just call him on his cell,’ Roger spoke and he reached in his pocket for his mobile phone.
‘ Let me speak to him the minute he answers,’ Freya ordered, getting madder by the second.
She didn’t know what to do now. How was she going to make him have a hellish evening if he was calling all the shots? She had been planning this all day. How dare he take over!
‘ Nick, we’re having a bit of trouble with the car thing, like you said. What would you like me to do?’ Roger politely spoke into the phone.
‘ Give me that! Now you listen here - what the Hell is going on?! You only saw me this morning; you didn’t mention a car then. What is happening?’ Freya yelled into the phone.
‘ I hadn’t organised the car then. It was an idea I had on the boat today when I was thinking about surprising you with something,’ Nicholas’ voice replied.
‘ I don’t like surprises.’
‘ Oh come on, all women love surprises,’ Nicholas answered.
‘ Not this one. Look I am not getting in this car until you tell me where we’re going,’ Freya ordered.
‘ OK, so if I tell you where we’re going you’ll get in the car?’ Nicholas asked.
‘ Seeing as I’m now being hounded by photographers and the bar of my apartments has become a meeting place for your groupies, I don’t think I have much choice,’ Freya replied.
‘ I love it when you’re feisty,’ he said.
‘ Where are we going?’ Freya repeated.
‘ Two minutes out of the village, Harry’s Place, do you know it?’
‘ Harry’s Place? Do I know it? I used to work there,’ Freya told him with satisfaction.
‘ I know, I was just kidding with you. Harry told me you helped him out there. He’s a nice guy. Did you know there’s still a photo of you on the wall - great specs,’ Nicholas continued.
‘ Fine, we’ll go to Harry’s Place. I’ll get in the damn car, but you’d better not be long because I am a whisker away from changing my mind,’ Freya replied.
‘ I just love all your English expressions. “A whisker away”, I really must try and sneak that into a script,’ he responded.
Freya ignored his comment and handed the mobile phone back to Roger. She folded her arms across her chest in annoyance. What was she going to do? All her plans had gone to waste. Gyros was the only thing she might still be able to accomplish. It was a disaster.
‘ Yes, uh huh. Yes I will make sure she gets in the damn car,’ Roger spoke into the phone, much to Freya’s irritation.
He ended the call and opened the back door of the car for the second time.
‘ M’am,’ he spoke, inviting her to get in.
‘ No
Before she could move any further towards the bar Roger the bodyguard appeared, took her arm and guided her in the opposite direction, towards the back gate of the apartments.
‘ What’s happening?’ Freya demanded to know when Roger had finally stopped shepherding her and they were outside the grounds.
‘ Nick apologises. It got kind of crazy while he was waiting for you. He’s just going to sign these autographs and then meet you in the car,’ Roger explained.
‘ Car? What car?’ Freya enquired.
‘ This car M’am,’ Roger answered.
Freya looked up the road to see a black Mercedes with privacy glass heading towards them.
‘ What is going on?’ Freya demanded to know as the car pulled up in front of them.
‘ If you could just wait inside M’am, to avoid any unwanted attention,’ Roger spoke as he opened the back door for her.
‘ I’m not getting in there. For all I know it could drive off and I’d end up in the bottom of the Aegean with a plastic sack over my head. This was not the arrangement. I was supposed to be organising the night,’ Freya exclaimed and she slammed the door shut.
‘ Nick said you might be a little reluctant. I’ll just call him on his cell,’ Roger spoke and he reached in his pocket for his mobile phone.
‘ Let me speak to him the minute he answers,’ Freya ordered, getting madder by the second.
She didn’t know what to do now. How was she going to make him have a hellish evening if he was calling all the shots? She had been planning this all day. How dare he take over!
‘ Nick, we’re having a bit of trouble with the car thing, like you said. What would you like me to do?’ Roger politely spoke into the phone.
‘ Give me that! Now you listen here - what the Hell is going on?! You only saw me this morning; you didn’t mention a car then. What is happening?’ Freya yelled into the phone.
‘ I hadn’t organised the car then. It was an idea I had on the boat today when I was thinking about surprising you with something,’ Nicholas’ voice replied.
‘ I don’t like surprises.’
‘ Oh come on, all women love surprises,’ Nicholas answered.
‘ Not this one. Look I am not getting in this car until you tell me where we’re going,’ Freya ordered.
‘ OK, so if I tell you where we’re going you’ll get in the car?’ Nicholas asked.
‘ Seeing as I’m now being hounded by photographers and the bar of my apartments has become a meeting place for your groupies, I don’t think I have much choice,’ Freya replied.
‘ I love it when you’re feisty,’ he said.
‘ Where are we going?’ Freya repeated.
‘ Two minutes out of the village, Harry’s Place, do you know it?’
‘ Harry’s Place? Do I know it? I used to work there,’ Freya told him with satisfaction.
‘ I know, I was just kidding with you. Harry told me you helped him out there. He’s a nice guy. Did you know there’s still a photo of you on the wall - great specs,’ Nicholas continued.
‘ Fine, we’ll go to Harry’s Place. I’ll get in the damn car, but you’d better not be long because I am a whisker away from changing my mind,’ Freya replied.
‘ I just love all your English expressions. “A whisker away”, I really must try and sneak that into a script,’ he responded.
Freya ignored his comment and handed the mobile phone back to Roger. She folded her arms across her chest in annoyance. What was she going to do? All her plans had gone to waste. Gyros was the only thing she might still be able to accomplish. It was a disaster.
‘ Yes, uh huh. Yes I will make sure she gets in the damn car,’ Roger spoke into the phone, much to Freya’s irritation.
He ended the call and opened the back door of the car for the second time.
‘ M’am,’ he spoke, inviting her to get in.
‘ No
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