Lunch with Mike

Mike heads through the door, and the two women look to him. Eleanor's heart skips a beat as her eyes absorb his face, with its square jaw, powerful brown eyes, and confident smile. She also looks down his fit body, the same one she had a revealing photo of. The same photo that had driven last night's fantasy.

"Hey. This our guest?"

"Y-yeah. Yeah Eleanor's the name."

"I'm Mike."

The two shake hands before Petra says "I guess you'll want lunch?"

"Yeah."

"How long do you have?"

"Agh, it'd have to be quick. I've only got fifteen."

"That's fine." Petra then looks to Eleanor with a devious spark in her eyes. "You two will have plenty of time tonight."

Eleanor gives Petra a nervous smile as Mike says "Perfect."

The two follow Petra to their dining table. She then starts cooking as Mike says "So, you excited to see Santorini?"

"Yeah you're wife gave me the sales pitch."

"She's good at that."

"Sure is."

Petra comes over and serves out some salads she had prepared earlier. Once Mike is finished, he says "That was great, but I'd better get going."

"Of course, see you later."

As Mike left, Eleanor wonders what the rest of the day had in hold for her.