She was lying through her teeth. I knew straight away it would be in the middle of nowhere, miles from civilisation. That had an attraction though, hiding away - but now that I was here and seeing all these horny buff men, I was determined to spend a few days on the beach hopefully spotting them again strutting around in skimpy trunks. I wanted to wallow in all the masculine flesh; and maybe, just maybe, for miracles do happen... pluck up the nerve to smile in one's direction. I was about to say no, and find a room nearby when I saw her pointing to a truck.

"You will like it," she said, tugging at my wrist. "Come, my father will drive you there."

I kid you not - my legs turned to jelly, and a shiver ran the length of my spine when I saw who she was referring to. Marlon Brando in his heyday, 'On the Waterfront', couldn't have pulled it off better, or presented a raunchier image. Nonchalant, disdainful of the tackiness displayed by the over-eager touts, but obviously obliged to take part in the business, he was leaning against a battered old pick-up truck, watching intently - a father protecting, and a big one at that. Any lad who messed with his daughter would be asking for serious trouble. I wanted to tell him he didn't need to worry about me!

Did you?

Of course not! I'm not that stupid. This was Naxos after all, not Mykonos. And anyway, I was still entrenched in the closet. I knew I'd have to come out at some point in my life, but I didn't think it smart to do so to some bloke with a teenage daughter, who looked like he'd blackened a few eyes in his time. I just looked him over as casually as I could, taking in the sight the man presented.

And that would be?

Absolutely gorgeous in a scary sort of way! He was hotter than the sun that blazed down from above, or at least in my bedazzled eyes he was: a tower of a man, broad like his truck, dark and swarthy, somewhere in his thirties, butch as fuck. Like many of the local men he was dressed in jeans and a white vest that hugged his massive frame like a glove. His partially exposed chest was gloriously full and pleasantly furred with a sleek mat of black hair. The bare arms looked strong. The covered stomach looked flat. I took all this in before my eyes dropped. It was only a glance because I'm not that bold, but they lingered long enough to notice an impressive bulge that was full of Aegean promise. I'm sure a soft moan escaped from my dry throat. I was head over heels in lust.

Gulping, my heart pounding in my chest, I quickly flicked back to look at his eyes - those watchful dark eyes which were burning me like the sun. I should have felt fear, but saw safety in their strength. I heard myself mumble, "Okay."