Me: I’ll have to tell you later. I have a meeting to get to.
Saint: No! You can’t leave us hanging like that. At least tell us her name.
Me: Valentina. There. Now I really have to go.
Saint: Ooo. Valentina. A spicy Latina. Oh shit! I did it again. I’m a fucking poet.
Diva: Maybe you should see if Hallmark will hire you to write greeting cards.
Saint: Fuck off. You’re just jealous.
Diva: Roses are red, footballs are brown. Give me a chance, and I’ll let you down.
Me: Hahahaha.Good one.
Saint:
Buzz buzz.
The guys continue to text, but I don’t bother to respond. Rather than preparing for a meeting –which I don’t have– I lay in bed, playing back memories from last night.
Flashes of gold, jet black hair, those gorgeous eyes and the way they softened towards me as the night went on. Even her smile grew more genuine when she loosened up and realized I’m not the immature kid she takes me for.
My hand rests behind my head and I stare up at the ceiling, watching the blades of the fan whir. The sun drowns my room in light and the temperature is ticking up with each passing minute. My brain says to get out of bed and get to the gym, but my body says stay and finish thinking of Valentina. I think about the way her body fit perfectly against mine as we danced. It was as if we were two long lost puzzle pieces finally clicking into place. Whether she felt it or not, I can’t be sure, but I felt it the minute her hand slipped into mine.
The sheets begin to tent as I recall the way she smiled when I spun her around the dance floor and dipped her when the song came to an end. The guests all clapped and her cheeks turned a bright red. I wanted to lean down and steal a kiss from her at that exact moment, but I knew that would be a sure fire way to get a hand across my cheek.
I let my hand slide beneath the sheet and grip onto the base of my hard dick. It throbs in my palm and longs for something more than just my hand. But I quickly remind myself that I promised Valentina I would behave. No more quick hook-ups with chicks and no pictures online. Luckily she doesn’t know about the special place Igo when I want to be anonymous and live out all of my fantasies in secret.
Up and down my hand slides, moving faster as images of a naked Valentina spur me on. Her tan skin is smooth as silk, and her heavy breasts sway with the roll of her hips. Blood rushes to the head of my cock and I picture Valentina looking into my eyes just before she tips over the edge, my name dripping from her tongue. I squeeze my dick just as I erupt all over my hand.
My chest heaves and my mouth hangs open. Looking down at the mess I’ve left on my sheets, I cringe thinking about the maid having to clean them up.
I push up on my elbows and roll my neck. If only I could start my day like this every day, I wouldn’t feel the need to visit dark places where no one, but the owner, knows your name. But I’m afraid that this will most likely be the closest I ever get to having Valentina San Ramón in my bed.
I shower off, the warm water massaging my muscles, and slip a towel around my waist when I step out. I hear my phone still going off and I can’t believe the guys are still rattling on. But when I check it, the new message isn’t from them.
Valentina: Hello Nico. If you are available, I’d like to meet today. I know it’s probably a day off for you, but I think it’s important we figure out what we’re going to do with you.
I smile but it quickly fades when I realize this is a work call. Not that I thought it would be anything else, but a guy can hope.
Me: I was actually on my way out to the gym. Wanna meet up after?
Valentina: That works for me. I’m just about to go down to my gym, as well. Where would you like to meet?
I get an idea and it guarantees I’ll get to see her without the pretense of work.
Me: How about I meet you at the gym? Two birds, one stone. We’ll work out and talk shop at the same time.
The bubbles appear and disappear, and I wait impatiently for her to respond. With one hand holding the phone, I clumsily get dressed, pulling on shorts and yanking a t-shirt off the hanger. When she finally replies, I’m halfway to falling on my face as I try to put a sock on.
Valentina: Okay. I guess that’s fine. We’ll use my gym. It’s residents only so we won’t be bothered. Text me when you’re here so I can meet you in the lobby.
Me: Leaving now.
I grab my bag while I brush my teeth, and shove a towel and extra clothes inside. I’m running around with a sock on one foot, toothpaste froth leaving a trail with every step, and a gym bag hanging off my shoulder. I make quick work of swishing, swiping on deodorant and finally finish putting on my other sock. Grabbing my sneakers and my overstuffed bag, I rush out to the garage and jump in my car.
I’ve never been so excited to see a girl as I am rightnow. Especially one that I wasn’t planning to sleep with. I don’t know what’s happening to me, but I feel giddy. At least I think that’s what this feeling is. It’s foreign yet like-able, and my stomach flutters with anticipation.
