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My lover and I spend the next hour taking full advantage of the peace, quiet, and isolation this suite affords us. I explore every nook and cranny on her magnificent body and I don’t quit until she screams my name while she’s in the throes of her orgasm.
We lie together afterward, soaking up the magnificent afterglow.
“I’m starving,” Mia says eventually, breaking the silence.
“Shall we order in or would you like to go to the restaurant?”
“My hair is a mess and I don't feel much like dressing up. How about we order in and go out tomorrow?”
“This weekend is all about you, my gorgeous. We’ll do whatever you like.”
“There you go again. Points. Lots and lots of points,” she grins, kissing my chest.
“Careful. Don’t start something you can’t finish.”
“Oh, you are so bad.”
Mia, you have no idea!
* * *
Mia’s asleep. It’s close to midnight. I get up quietly. I have something to take care of before I can sleep soundly.
I make my way to the reception area. It’s quiet. The Spaniard is alone at the reception desk. Good.
He doesn’t see me coming until it’s too late. I grab him by the hair and bash his head down onto the marble countertop.
“You look at my woman like that again and I’ll break more than your fucking nose. Nod if you get my meaning,” I growl into the Spanniard’s ear.
He nods while covering his bleeding nose with his hand. I let go of his hair and I disappear as quickly as I appeared.
There. I feel much better. Now I can sleep soundly.
10
MIA
So, this is living the highlife. I can get used to it. How wonderful to wake up and have your every whim pandered to. I’m afraid what will happen when this bubble shatters. Will I ever be able to go back to tolerating the nine-to-five existence I’ve eked out since becoming a single mom?
Raising a child on your own is exhausting. Two parents share the load, but when there’s just one of you, it gets tricky. I don’t know how I would have survived without my parents’ help. Not that I take advantage of their love for Angelo. They’re retired and I want them to enjoy their freedom. Saddling them with a baby, then a toddler, and now a busy five-year-old, doesn’t seem fair to me no matter how much they insist on it.
Dante has truly spoiled me rotten. I think about how unexpected and surreal this all is while I’m lying next to the swimming pool, sunbathing under the California sun. I slept like the dead. Why wouldn’t I? Earth shattering orgasms, delicious food, expensive wine—it’s a pill.
“Hey, gorgeous woman,” he purrs and hands me a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.
“Hey yourself,” I smile.
I’m lying on my stomach. I’m sunbathing topless, taking full advantage of the privacy the suite provides.
“Can I rub some sunscreen on your back?” Dante coos.
“Uh-huh. I know what that means,” I giggle. “You just want to touch me again, don’t you?”
“You should have been a detective,” he chuckles.
“No rocket science here, my friend.”
“Okay, but don’t blame me if you get a nasty sunburn.”