“Did she teach you how to make it?”
“Yes. Many, many years ago. She’s not around anymore, bless her soul. Taste it.”
Lisa opened the container, dipped a finger in the sauce and licked it off in a sensual manner, her flirty eyes meeting Stella’s. “Mmm… it’s good.”
Stella closed the distance between them, leaned into her and took her hand. “I think I’ll have to check too, just in case. Sometimes the flavour gets diluted after it’s been frozen.” She dipped Lisa’s finger in the sauce again and sucked it off, causing Lisa to take in a quick breath.
“I like cooking with you,” she said in a sultry voice. “What do you think?”
“Not sure. Let me try some more.” Stella took three of her fingers now and dipped them in the sauce, then sucked them one by one, closing her eyes in the process. She knew she was driving Lisa crazy, the all too familiar sounds she made causing her to ache with longing. Unable to control herself, she grabbed her behind and lifted her onto the kitchen surface, chuckling when Lisa’s whole hand landed in the sauce.
“Jesus, Stella! Do you intend to cover me in that sauce?” Lisa threw her head back and laughed, then spread her legs so Stella could step in between them.
“That’s actually not a bad idea. But I’m going to clean this up first.” After licking Lisa’s hand clean until she was a heaving mess, Stella took hold of the hem of her top and lifted it over her head. Seeing she wasn’t wearing a bra turned her on even more, and the hard nipples were so inviting that she couldn’t stop herself from scooping a spoonful of the lukewarm tomato sauce and dripping it over them.
“Hey! What are you doing?” Lisa giggled, but her playful smile told Stella she liked it.
“Just enjoying my delicious sauce.” Stella leaned over her and licked the sauce off her breasts, making sure she didn’t miss an inch of her delicious skin. Folding her lips around the hard, pink nipples she’d been dying to caress all day, she sucked at them and tugged them between her teeth. The woman she adored was sitting on her kitchen counter, letting her devour her with her mouth. She thought of Lisa constantly, and she’d been distracted at work to the point that Manuel had made fun of her. ‘I can see where your mind is,’ he’d said, but she didn’t care that people were talking.
Her mouth traced Lisa’s belly down to the waistband of her denim skirt, and she lifted it up, then continued underneath it until her hot breath was between Lisa’s legs. She tugged at her underwear with her teeth and could feel Lisa’s wetness against her mouth as she wiggled and moaned in her grip.
“Dessert already?” Lisa asked, her eyes filled with anticipation. She lifted her hips so Stella could pull down her knickers. “We haven’t even had pizza yet.”
Stella shot her a mischievous smile as she threw her underwear behind her, then bent down again to trace her tongue over Lisa’s folds. “Dessert first,” she mumbled. “Always.” A guttural groan escaped her when Lisa lifted her legs over her shoulders, pushing her pulsing centre against her mouth. She’d take dessert over anything, any time. The way Lisa moved, breathed, moaned was sensuality in its purest form, and it made her throb. She darted her tongue inside her, then moved to her clit, circling it until Lisa cried out loud enough for her neighbours to hear.
“Yes!” Lisa fell back, not caring about the flour or the splatter of tomato sauce on the surface. “Yes, yes, yes!” Grabbing a fistful of Stella’s hair, she pulled her tighter against her and cried out, shaking all over.
“Mmm…” Stella kept her mouth there until Lisa came back to her senses and sat up to look at her, wide-eyed and bewildered. Licking her lips, she shot her a smirk. Pizza would never be the same again.
40
“What was it that you wanted to discuss, Miss…?”
“Walker. Lisa Walker.” Lisa handed Diego Calvo her CV that she’d printed out on beautiful, thick paper in a copy shop she’d stopped by that morning. They were sitting in the local Calvo Group office that was situated in a tall building on the outskirts of Benidorm. Tastefully decorated in dark colours with deep, brown leather sofas, bold-striped, burgundy wallpaper and an antique drinks cabinet, it reminded her more of a gentlemen’s club than an office. “I heard through the grapevine that you were planning on buying Premier Sunset and I had some ideas I thought might interest you,” she continued and smiled as she folded her hands in front of her. “Ideas on how to change the hotel and make it work to its advantage.” Diego was only half-listening as his phone flashed, and he took his time to type a reply before he even met her eyes. It was a little rude, but she supposed he was a busy man.
“Yes, I gathered as much but I’ll be honest with you. If you hadn’t been so persistent on the phone, I wouldn’t have invited you over,” he finally said. “Frankly, I don’t know what there is to discuss, it’s a straightforward job and we’ve done dozens of basic overhauls over the years. We don’t need someone to advise us on how to change it or run it. We’ll buy it, do some maintenance, cut down on staff, price it competitively and we’re good to go.”
“I was actually going to suggest the opposite,” Lisa said carefully, studying his reaction to figure out if he was open to constructive feedback. She was not going to leave until he’d listened to what she had to say.
“Is this a joke?” Diego frowned. “And what makes you an expert on the hospitality business?” His gaze lowered to her CV for the first time, and he smirked when he scanned through it. There was no hospitality work on Lisa’s CV. None whatsoever.
Lisa looked at him, unfazed. “I’m an expert in customer perception and experience and that’s the most important thing when it comes to running any business.” She pointed to her CV. “As you can see, I’ve worked for many big brands over the years and I’ve managed to make them even more successful by applying drastic changes on branding, marketing, PR, and as I mentioned, on customer experience level. I know what I’m talking about.” For a moment, she thought Diego was going to laugh in her face, but instead, he nodded for her to continue.
“Go on.”
“There is an opportunity for you here to change Premier Sunset into a very profitable business. First of all, the hotel name needs to change as it gives a false suggestion,” she said. “Premier Sunset has no sun and suggesting otherwise will only result in complaints and low ratings.” She paused as he let it sink in.
“Okay, but changing the name is not going to generate more income.”
“It will if you give it an overhaul and triple the prices on the rooms.”
As expected, Diego burst out laughing. “Why would they book Premier Sunset if they can get a room cheaper elsewhere? No sun and triple the price?”
“Because it will be tailored to a different market. Customers such as yourself.” Lisa tilted her head and held eye contact to keep his attention. “Are you based in Benidorm? Is this your head office?” she asked, pretending she knew nothing about him.
“No, I’m based in Madrid. I’m generally only here one week a month.”
“Right. And where do you stay when you come to Benidorm?”
