Geeks Go Greek
Book Four of Summer Flings
Aimée Duffy
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Contents
‘That had to be the most embarrassing journey ever,’ Elle complained, tugging at the tee-shirt Gem designed.
Ciara grinned at her friend’s mortified expression. ‘I think they’re cute.’
‘See? Someone appreciates my talents,’ Gem said.
The printed tee-shirts were white, tight fitting, had deep ‘v’ necks with ‘Geeks go Greek’ printed across their busts in a groovy, neon pink font.
‘Thank god we’re here. Now I can get into my bikini,’ Elle said, pointing along the dirt road they were being driven down by the Muir’s driver.
After seeing the Land Rover waiting for them at the airport, Ciara had worried that the next of the Muir’s properties was going to be some shack in the middle of nowhere or something, but she hadn’t been prepared for this.
The house – again, if she could call it that – which Elle pointed to, was massive. It seemed to have six levels, each one backing up on the mountain like a staircase and ending with a huge raised patio over the beach. There was a hot tub, swimming pool and a stone area centred by the biggest dining table she’d ever seen.
Looked like Santorini was going to be another luxury trip.
‘Wow, is that your granddad’s yacht?’ Gem asked as they got closer.
To the side there was a pier stretching into the clear blue sea, a boat with more multi-levels, a group of jet skis hooked to a buoy further out, and a shed that could fit ten dorm rooms, easily.
‘That’s a yacht?’ Ciara asked. It looked more like a ship to her.
‘Yes, but don’t get any ideas. I haven’t a clue how to sail it even if I’d go near the sea.’ Elle shuddered. ‘The water’s disgusting.’
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