Kostas looked to the phone in his hand and sighed. Darya Pappas was under his skin. She was his obsession. He was frightfully aware of how fast his entire perception of the world, his world, had changed from the minute his eyes had been drawn to her dancing at Laskaris.
For the last several days he had spent many hours of introspection trying to figure out what it was about her which made him drawn to her as he was. He was never a man to lie to himself. He wanted what he wanted, when he wanted it and usually, on his terms. When it came to women, he knew all good things would come to an end. Any woman he had been with in the past, since a boy in college, had to share his s****l preferences and had to sign a contract. The contract always included a non-disclosure-agreement, a list of prefe
