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Authors: T. R. Harris
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that’s when my life took an unlikely turn for the better.”
I put my story on hold when our meals came. By that time the wine had kicked in and the seductive smells of the night, along with the warm breeze and sparkling lights of the city were really beginning to take effect.
We wolfed down our meals, which to my delight Miranda found to be delicious. I never did tell her what the main course was made of – that was best left to the imagination. And besides, the truth would have been a little hard to swallow, literally.
After dinner we had room for a decadent dessert, which we shared from a common plate. And then more alien wine.
“So finish your story, Jason.” Miranda scooted over closer to me in the booth until our knees were touching. And that’s when I leaned over and kissed her for the first time. She welcomed it with a passion enhanced by the alcohol. The evening was shaping up as perfectly as could be imagined, and it was several minutes before we came up for air.
“Damn you, Jason King, are you trying to distract me from hearing the rest of your story?”
“You’re the distraction here, my dear, especially in that dress!”
“Well, I’m terribly sorry if you find my dress distracting. Maybe I should just take it off.”
Miranda lifted her arms and reached behind her neck, searching for the clasp holding the sheer, silky outfit together. I reached out and took her hands.
“I’m afraid they have decency laws here, just like on Earth.”
She laughed; a wild and free expression that sent my heart aflutter. And then she leaned against the leather back of the booth. “Finish your damn story! If not, then I’m going to sit right here until you do.”
“I could take you back to your apartment and finish it there.”
She shook her head, sending her silky black cascades swishing back and forth across her face. “Nope, not until you tell me who you really are. Are you some kind of trained-killer, adept at all aspects of special ops, or just a money-grubbing real estate agent out to make a quick buck off my unsuspecting cousin?”
“What if I said I’m both?”
She leaned forward suddenly, bringing her face to within inches of mine and stroking it with both her hands. “Then I’d say that’s really, really hot.”
It was obvious my date was feeling the effects of the alien wine. I was, too, but not to such a degree. That was perfectly okay by me.
“Fine, I’ll finish the story, but after that I really do need to get you back to your apartment. I think you’re feeling the wine a little too much … and you need to get to bed.”
‘Ooh, bed. That’s sounds wonderful.” She leaned back in the booth, a sparkle in her eyes.
I looked at her for a long moment, taking in all her smoldering sultriness. Damn, she was beautiful. I hurried to finish my story.
“I had another ex-Army buddy who had gone to work for Pulte at one of their huge subdivisions outside Vegas; it’s actually Quint, Quint Valarie, my business partner here. As you said, the economy was booming at the time and the builders were going nuts. Quint was making a small fortune, so I got a real estate license and joined him.”
“So … you are a money-grubbing vulture!”
“That’s right, and soon I was their top money-grubbing vulture.”
“Seriously, how did that happen?”
“I don’t really know; I guess I’m just a natural at sales. But in reality, real estate isn’t selling per se. I consider myself more of a facilitator; people come to me saying they want to buy a home, and I simply help make it happen. I found a lot of satisfaction in the business. I was helping people make their dreams come true, and Pulte built a pretty good product.”
“But now you’re halfway across the galaxy. That’s quite a leap.” Miranda burst out laughing, finding what she had just said to be hilarious – if only to her.
I was finding her beauty and relaxed openness to be intoxicating – along with the wine.
“As you
I put my story on hold when our meals came. By that time the wine had kicked in and the seductive smells of the night, along with the warm breeze and sparkling lights of the city were really beginning to take effect.
We wolfed down our meals, which to my delight Miranda found to be delicious. I never did tell her what the main course was made of – that was best left to the imagination. And besides, the truth would have been a little hard to swallow, literally.
After dinner we had room for a decadent dessert, which we shared from a common plate. And then more alien wine.
“So finish your story, Jason.” Miranda scooted over closer to me in the booth until our knees were touching. And that’s when I leaned over and kissed her for the first time. She welcomed it with a passion enhanced by the alcohol. The evening was shaping up as perfectly as could be imagined, and it was several minutes before we came up for air.
“Damn you, Jason King, are you trying to distract me from hearing the rest of your story?”
“You’re the distraction here, my dear, especially in that dress!”
“Well, I’m terribly sorry if you find my dress distracting. Maybe I should just take it off.”
Miranda lifted her arms and reached behind her neck, searching for the clasp holding the sheer, silky outfit together. I reached out and took her hands.
“I’m afraid they have decency laws here, just like on Earth.”
She laughed; a wild and free expression that sent my heart aflutter. And then she leaned against the leather back of the booth. “Finish your damn story! If not, then I’m going to sit right here until you do.”
“I could take you back to your apartment and finish it there.”
She shook her head, sending her silky black cascades swishing back and forth across her face. “Nope, not until you tell me who you really are. Are you some kind of trained-killer, adept at all aspects of special ops, or just a money-grubbing real estate agent out to make a quick buck off my unsuspecting cousin?”
“What if I said I’m both?”
She leaned forward suddenly, bringing her face to within inches of mine and stroking it with both her hands. “Then I’d say that’s really, really hot.”
It was obvious my date was feeling the effects of the alien wine. I was, too, but not to such a degree. That was perfectly okay by me.
“Fine, I’ll finish the story, but after that I really do need to get you back to your apartment. I think you’re feeling the wine a little too much … and you need to get to bed.”
‘Ooh, bed. That’s sounds wonderful.” She leaned back in the booth, a sparkle in her eyes.
I looked at her for a long moment, taking in all her smoldering sultriness. Damn, she was beautiful. I hurried to finish my story.
“I had another ex-Army buddy who had gone to work for Pulte at one of their huge subdivisions outside Vegas; it’s actually Quint, Quint Valarie, my business partner here. As you said, the economy was booming at the time and the builders were going nuts. Quint was making a small fortune, so I got a real estate license and joined him.”
“So … you are a money-grubbing vulture!”
“That’s right, and soon I was their top money-grubbing vulture.”
“Seriously, how did that happen?”
“I don’t really know; I guess I’m just a natural at sales. But in reality, real estate isn’t selling per se. I consider myself more of a facilitator; people come to me saying they want to buy a home, and I simply help make it happen. I found a lot of satisfaction in the business. I was helping people make their dreams come true, and Pulte built a pretty good product.”
“But now you’re halfway across the galaxy. That’s quite a leap.” Miranda burst out laughing, finding what she had just said to be hilarious – if only to her.
I was finding her beauty and relaxed openness to be intoxicating – along with the wine.
“As you
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