trying to figure out what the hell was going on.
‘Are you selling it?’ he asked.
‘Are you kidding?’ she had replied, and proceeded to remove her dress.
He had said, ‘Hold it, I don’t want you to do that.’
Now they were ready for battle.
‘You got a problem?’ she sighed.
‘Yeah. I think I got a problem.’
A shrug of impatience. Obviously she had picked the wrong guy.
‘What is it?’ she asked disinterestedly, zipping up the soft leather dress she had been about to step out of. May as well end this scene. And fast.
Lennie stared at her in amazement. He did not believe what was happening. Here was this woman – this strikingly beautiful woman whom he had first spotted at the airport, spoken to by the pool – and been insulted for his trouble. Then she had appeared in the Bahia lounge and walked out on his act. Now she was corning on to him like a steamroller, and expected instant action. What did she think he was – a travelling stud with no feelings? She could be the most gorgeous woman in the world, but sex with no communication was just not for him. He wasn’t sixteen and desperate to get laid.
‘My problem is I don’t even know your name, let alone what’s going on,’ he said tightly.
‘Oh, and if I tell you my name will that make everything all right?’ she mocked, all zipped up and ready to leave.
‘You know what I mean,’ he said angrily.
‘No. I don’t know what you mean.’ Coolly she strolled toward the door. ‘It’s simple really. I saw you. Liked you. Thought that maybe the two of us might equal great sex. Obviously I was wrong.’
‘How come you didn’t think we equalled great sex this afternoon?’ he said quickly.
‘What are you talking about?’
‘This afternoon. Out by the pool. When I spoke to you and you gave me the icy treatment.’
‘Was that you?’
Jesus! She didn’t even remember him. And he was supposed to get a hard-on?
‘Look,’ she said impatiently, hand on the doorknob, ‘I’m sure we’ve all made mistakes before. Why don’t we just forget the whole thing?’
Lennie had been through a lot of women in his time, but this one took the prize. Even Eden would never behave like this.
He wished she wasn’t so goddamn horny-looking. How could he let her walk out when she was offering a trip he’d probably never forget?
He decided to put a little charm back into his act. ‘You know what I think?’ he said. ‘I think that maybe we should start from page one, go downstairs, find a bar, have a drink, and get to know each other. Hey – at least exchange names. And then, beautiful lady, we can have really great sex. What do you say?’
She was bored with Lennie Golden. The entire incident was a mistake. She opened the door and headed for the elevator. ‘Let’s just forget it,’ she said off-handedly.
He followed, grabbed her by the arm. ‘Let’s not.’
Now that he couldn’t get it up he was not going to be easy to shake. Masculine pride or some such crap. ‘Hmmm . . .’ she said. ‘That’s not a bad idea.’
He had her. They were all easy. One drink, maybe two, then they would go to bed with him calling the shots.
‘You go on down to the Bahia, order me a Bloody Mary. I just want to freshen up.’ She smiled. ‘Five minutes, okay?’
* * *
Lennie leaned across the green baize of Jess’s blackjack table. She dealt like greased lightning, her eyes never leaving the shiny box known as the shoe, which held the cards.
‘Don’t bother to wait, I won’t be coming home tonight,’ he said.
‘Why not?’ she muttered out of the corner of her mouth.
‘Why do you think not? The Golden charm works again.’
‘Really? Who’d you score with this time?’
‘Are we playin’ or talkin’,’ demanded a belligerent blonde in a sequinned tank top. ‘Gimme a card.’
Jess grimaced, pulled a three from the shoe, with sleight of hand magically turned it into a nine – thereby putting sequinned tank top over
‘Are you selling it?’ he asked.
‘Are you kidding?’ she had replied, and proceeded to remove her dress.
He had said, ‘Hold it, I don’t want you to do that.’
Now they were ready for battle.
‘You got a problem?’ she sighed.
‘Yeah. I think I got a problem.’
A shrug of impatience. Obviously she had picked the wrong guy.
‘What is it?’ she asked disinterestedly, zipping up the soft leather dress she had been about to step out of. May as well end this scene. And fast.
Lennie stared at her in amazement. He did not believe what was happening. Here was this woman – this strikingly beautiful woman whom he had first spotted at the airport, spoken to by the pool – and been insulted for his trouble. Then she had appeared in the Bahia lounge and walked out on his act. Now she was corning on to him like a steamroller, and expected instant action. What did she think he was – a travelling stud with no feelings? She could be the most gorgeous woman in the world, but sex with no communication was just not for him. He wasn’t sixteen and desperate to get laid.
‘My problem is I don’t even know your name, let alone what’s going on,’ he said tightly.
‘Oh, and if I tell you my name will that make everything all right?’ she mocked, all zipped up and ready to leave.
‘You know what I mean,’ he said angrily.
‘No. I don’t know what you mean.’ Coolly she strolled toward the door. ‘It’s simple really. I saw you. Liked you. Thought that maybe the two of us might equal great sex. Obviously I was wrong.’
‘How come you didn’t think we equalled great sex this afternoon?’ he said quickly.
‘What are you talking about?’
‘This afternoon. Out by the pool. When I spoke to you and you gave me the icy treatment.’
‘Was that you?’
Jesus! She didn’t even remember him. And he was supposed to get a hard-on?
‘Look,’ she said impatiently, hand on the doorknob, ‘I’m sure we’ve all made mistakes before. Why don’t we just forget the whole thing?’
Lennie had been through a lot of women in his time, but this one took the prize. Even Eden would never behave like this.
He wished she wasn’t so goddamn horny-looking. How could he let her walk out when she was offering a trip he’d probably never forget?
He decided to put a little charm back into his act. ‘You know what I think?’ he said. ‘I think that maybe we should start from page one, go downstairs, find a bar, have a drink, and get to know each other. Hey – at least exchange names. And then, beautiful lady, we can have really great sex. What do you say?’
She was bored with Lennie Golden. The entire incident was a mistake. She opened the door and headed for the elevator. ‘Let’s just forget it,’ she said off-handedly.
He followed, grabbed her by the arm. ‘Let’s not.’
Now that he couldn’t get it up he was not going to be easy to shake. Masculine pride or some such crap. ‘Hmmm . . .’ she said. ‘That’s not a bad idea.’
He had her. They were all easy. One drink, maybe two, then they would go to bed with him calling the shots.
‘You go on down to the Bahia, order me a Bloody Mary. I just want to freshen up.’ She smiled. ‘Five minutes, okay?’
* * *
Lennie leaned across the green baize of Jess’s blackjack table. She dealt like greased lightning, her eyes never leaving the shiny box known as the shoe, which held the cards.
‘Don’t bother to wait, I won’t be coming home tonight,’ he said.
‘Why not?’ she muttered out of the corner of her mouth.
‘Why do you think not? The Golden charm works again.’
‘Really? Who’d you score with this time?’
‘Are we playin’ or talkin’,’ demanded a belligerent blonde in a sequinned tank top. ‘Gimme a card.’
Jess grimaced, pulled a three from the shoe, with sleight of hand magically turned it into a nine – thereby putting sequinned tank top over
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