“So it’s like that, huh?” He flicked his tongue around the inside of his mouth and stared at me.
“What?” I shrugged. We had a little bit of an audience. Two other guys from another table saw my shots and were watching from afar. Pizza came out to our stool table. Diego pointed to the slices.
“You know what... Wanna slice before I kick your butt?”
“I mean, sure.” I sauntered around the table and picked up a slice. The cheese dripped a little down my chin. Diego didn’t waste any time scooping it up with his finger. I giggled.
“You’re cute.” He gave me a quick peck on the lips. “Still your turn. Do your worst.”
“Oh, I plan to.” I ran my fingers along the edge of the table and positioned myself. Time to show off. I placed the stick behind my back and perched on the edge of the table, knocking in another big. Diego closed his eyes and shook his head. Sound effects came from the background as I grinned.
“Ooo, she got you good, man.”
Diego turned his head to the fan on another table. He groaned. “Don’t encourage her.”
The guy laughed. I was on a roll. I had two more balls on the table; one was a long shot. I bounced it off the left-hand corner, hoping it would connect with my purple big on the right. Missed it by an inch.
“Okay. No mercy now.” He brushed past me; the white ball was right near my shoulder. “Are you moving or are you gonna stand there?”
I turned in to him; we were so close his breath was on me.
“How about no.”
He let out a throaty chuckle.
“Okay,” he breathed and I wanted to melt into the floor. He shot the ball straight past me and I heard it hit the pocket. “How about that now?” He grinned. I grinned.
I didn’t end up winning. But it came down to the black ball so I gave him a run for his money, that was for sure. The end of the night came and I didn’t realize the time, I was having so much fun. We packed up the pool table and headed out into the freshness of the California night. We strolled back to our respective cars hand in hand. Smiling together. I shivered a little.
“Cold?” Even in the dark, I could see the desire in his eyes.
“A little,” I replied. We reached his car and he pulled me to him on the back of the hood. He cupped my ass and took possession over my mouth. Hot, feverish energy ran through me and I wanted him to take it further. But my mind held me back. Remember your promise to yourself. Take it slow. I tunneled my hands through his hair. It was surprisingly soft. His three o’clock beard grazed my chin lightly. Took another minute before we surfaced for air. His arms were firmly wrapped around my waist and we were eye to eye. I was straddled between his legs.
“When can I see you again? Do you want to come to my place next time? I’ll cook for you.” His gentle sexiness hit my eardrum.
“Sounds good. I’d really like that.”
“Good, come on, I’ll walk you to your car.” Not many people were in the parking lot and the lighting was dim. He saw me to my car safely and we kissed again before I slid in the driver’s seat.
“I’ll call you.” He winked. I blew a kiss to him and started my engine. Now it was a game to see how long I could keep my legs closed.
SEVEN
DIEGO
Two weeks passed and I’d managed to sort all my furniture out and have it delivered to me. My chaise lounge and video games with my large flatscreen TV arrived. The bachelor pad was complete. I was now sitting in downtown Merced at the real estate office.
“Thanks, Sue. You’ve been great and I’m glad you managed to get that fifteen percent off for me.”
She pursed her lips together and brushed me off. “No problem. It’s been on the market a while, and we're glad to have a tenant in there.” She smiled and moistened her lips. Oh yeah, she had the hots for me. I took a sneak glance at her legs. Not bad for an old broad. I signed the last of the paperwork and she handed me the keys to my new future. I’d already started advertising and ran a local ad for repairs in the paper. From my research, there didn't look to be too many bike repairs in town. I strolled out of the realtor’s with a broad smile on my face. I rode straight over to the warehouse.
The first thing I did was run my fingers over the dusty windows. Nothing a little hose-down wouldn’t fix. I unlocked the padlock and switched on all the lights. My phone started to vibrate in my pocket as I moved around in the space.
“Hello, Diego speaking.”
“Ah, yes. Hi. My name’s Rick. I saw your ad in the paper for motorcycle repair. I’ve been waiting to get mine repaired. I got a lowrider, can I bring it in?”
I breathed a sigh of relief. Not that I was hurting for money but nobody wants to start off on the wrong foot in business. “Yeah, sure, bring it in. You’ll be my first customer.”
