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one time, you know, what little girls like to dream
about.”
Certainly not about a guy like you,
buster! “If you mean did I long to be an exotic dancer, sorry
to disappoint you.”
He chuckled in appreciation. “Let me put it
to you another way. Did you ever toy with the idea of a little
S&M?”
Erica flashed him a cautionary look. “I
really don’t think it’s any of your business!”
“Okay, yeah, you’re right. It’s just that the
way you look reminds me of chocolate sauce with cherries and
whipped cream. Kinky and delicious at the same time.”
“Do you mind turning around? I’d like to get
back to the office now.”
As Gianni pulled back into third gear, he
told her they had almost arrived at their destination.
“Your idea of going for coffee is quite
different from my own.” Erica glanced nervously about. They had
been traveling north, up Biscayne Boulevard, and were now passing
through the suburbs, towns like Miami Shores and Biscayne Park.
Even if this maniac managed to slow down, he still maintained a
fast enough speed to prevent her from jumping out of the car. And
even if they did it in the movies all the time, Erica had a feeling
her jump would be far more hazardous to her health.
Instead, gritting her teeth, she tried to
displace her apprehension with more positive thoughts, although it
seemed next to impossible to maintain positive thinking while in
the clutches of a deviant sex fiend! For a moment, Erica toyed with
the idea of grabbing her smart phone and calling Craig or Sacha.
She could kick herself for not asking Nico for his number, that’s if he even possessed a cell phone. She hadn’t seen him with
one last night. In fact, their whirlwind encounter in bed hadn’t
even afforded her a chance to know if her lover wore boxers or
briefs. They had undressed in the dark and stayed naked until Nico
left her early this morning.
“Um, Gianni, is there any way I can get a
hold of your brother? I’d like to speak with him.”
“Sure, of course, but let’s get comfortable
first.” Taking a sudden curve, he maneuvered his baby with expert
finesse and then sped along Oceana Boulevard and over to the island
bar of Sunny Isles. Finally, he slowed down as they approached
Golden Beach. Erica spied a large clapboard house up ahead. A large
business sign tacked above the porch advertised Beach Bum Bob’s
Grass Shack. Could they possibly wind up for coffee here?
“Beach Bum Bob is a friend of mine,” Gianni
revealed. “I steered him in the right direction with some
investments. We can have lunch with our coffee. Pomano fish tacos
are the specialty of the house.”
With a sigh, Erica pressed her pink shoulder
bag to her side. What the hell? After all, she was just along for
the ride. Of course, if his idea of “getting comfortable” meant
more than sitting down for coffee and tacos, Gianni Sloan had
another thing coming...such as a well-placed knee right in the
crotch!
* * *
“So, what do you think?” As Gianni broached
the question, he sat back in his plastic chair and stretched. The
light from the overhead fan fixture picked up the glint from his
expensive silver bracelet.
Erica dabbed her mouth with the paper towel
provided as a napkin. Beach Bum Bob served excellent food in a
no-frills but quite clever manner. They ate their tacos and spicy
coleslaw out of dried coconut shells, and sat at a table made from
pieces of wooden crates. The menu, posted on a large blackboard
over the ordering counter, also offered a simple but satisfying
selection. Fish nets hung from the ceiling, and the weathered walls
boasted a canoe paddle, a ship’s wheel and other sailing
paraphernalia.
“I think Beach Bum Bob needs to advertise
more. This place is a gem in the rough.” As she spoke, Erica looked
around and spotted just a smattering of customers besides
themselves.
“It’s still early yet,” Gianni informed her.
“This joint gets hoppin’ from happy hour on to the wee hours of
about.”
Certainly not about a guy like you,
buster! “If you mean did I long to be an exotic dancer, sorry
to disappoint you.”
He chuckled in appreciation. “Let me put it
to you another way. Did you ever toy with the idea of a little
S&M?”
Erica flashed him a cautionary look. “I
really don’t think it’s any of your business!”
“Okay, yeah, you’re right. It’s just that the
way you look reminds me of chocolate sauce with cherries and
whipped cream. Kinky and delicious at the same time.”
“Do you mind turning around? I’d like to get
back to the office now.”
As Gianni pulled back into third gear, he
told her they had almost arrived at their destination.
“Your idea of going for coffee is quite
different from my own.” Erica glanced nervously about. They had
been traveling north, up Biscayne Boulevard, and were now passing
through the suburbs, towns like Miami Shores and Biscayne Park.
Even if this maniac managed to slow down, he still maintained a
fast enough speed to prevent her from jumping out of the car. And
even if they did it in the movies all the time, Erica had a feeling
her jump would be far more hazardous to her health.
Instead, gritting her teeth, she tried to
displace her apprehension with more positive thoughts, although it
seemed next to impossible to maintain positive thinking while in
the clutches of a deviant sex fiend! For a moment, Erica toyed with
the idea of grabbing her smart phone and calling Craig or Sacha.
She could kick herself for not asking Nico for his number, that’s if he even possessed a cell phone. She hadn’t seen him with
one last night. In fact, their whirlwind encounter in bed hadn’t
even afforded her a chance to know if her lover wore boxers or
briefs. They had undressed in the dark and stayed naked until Nico
left her early this morning.
“Um, Gianni, is there any way I can get a
hold of your brother? I’d like to speak with him.”
“Sure, of course, but let’s get comfortable
first.” Taking a sudden curve, he maneuvered his baby with expert
finesse and then sped along Oceana Boulevard and over to the island
bar of Sunny Isles. Finally, he slowed down as they approached
Golden Beach. Erica spied a large clapboard house up ahead. A large
business sign tacked above the porch advertised Beach Bum Bob’s
Grass Shack. Could they possibly wind up for coffee here?
“Beach Bum Bob is a friend of mine,” Gianni
revealed. “I steered him in the right direction with some
investments. We can have lunch with our coffee. Pomano fish tacos
are the specialty of the house.”
With a sigh, Erica pressed her pink shoulder
bag to her side. What the hell? After all, she was just along for
the ride. Of course, if his idea of “getting comfortable” meant
more than sitting down for coffee and tacos, Gianni Sloan had
another thing coming...such as a well-placed knee right in the
crotch!
* * *
“So, what do you think?” As Gianni broached
the question, he sat back in his plastic chair and stretched. The
light from the overhead fan fixture picked up the glint from his
expensive silver bracelet.
Erica dabbed her mouth with the paper towel
provided as a napkin. Beach Bum Bob served excellent food in a
no-frills but quite clever manner. They ate their tacos and spicy
coleslaw out of dried coconut shells, and sat at a table made from
pieces of wooden crates. The menu, posted on a large blackboard
over the ordering counter, also offered a simple but satisfying
selection. Fish nets hung from the ceiling, and the weathered walls
boasted a canoe paddle, a ship’s wheel and other sailing
paraphernalia.
“I think Beach Bum Bob needs to advertise
more. This place is a gem in the rough.” As she spoke, Erica looked
around and spotted just a smattering of customers besides
themselves.
“It’s still early yet,” Gianni informed her.
“This joint gets hoppin’ from happy hour on to the wee hours of
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