She nods. “We Virgos are real party animals, aren’t we?”
“Bah. Party animals are overrated. Personally, I’m a big fan of ‘kind, hard-working, and dependable’ animals.
She smiles broadly at that.
“Do all the Virgo traits accurately describe you?” I ask.
“To a tee. I’m a total left-brainer, like I said. I’m organized. A perfectionist. I like to have all the facts and plenty of time to process before making major decisions. Virgo, Virgo, Virgo, right down the line.”
“I’m a Taurus right down the line, too: stubborn, independent, materialistic, ambitious, reliable, and, most importantly, sensual—a real sex god.”
“And, just like that, we’re back to your master plan.”
“And skills with sheets.”
“Awfully clever of you to slip ‘sensual sex god’ in there.Bravo.”
“I’m not ‘slipping’ anything into anything. It’s an astrological fact: male Tauruses make the best lovers. Look it up—it’s written in the stars, baby.”
“Okay, I will.” She pulls out her phone and taps out a search. “Well, whaddaya know?” she says after a long beat, her eyes trained on her screen. “Taurus men are sex gods!”
“Like I said. It’s cosmically pre-ordained.”
Her eyes widen. “Doesallthis stuff accurately describe you?”
“I dunno. Lemme see.” She hands me her phone and I read the blurb on her screen, which basically says: The male Taurusreaaallllyloves sex (true); he takes his sweet time in the bedroom because, to him, the journey is just as important as the destination (amen); he’s got Olympic-level endurance in the sack (yup); and, most importantly, he’s ultra-focused on pleasing his partner (fuck yeah!). “You’d think that blurb was written specifically about me,” I say, handing Samantha’s phone back to her.
Samantha raises an eyebrow but doesn’t speak.
“What does that site say about female Virgos’ sexuality?” I ask.
She taps out a search and reads something on her screen and, ten seconds later, her face contorts into an adorable expression I’d call “embarrassed pride.”
“By the look on your face, I’m guessing whatever that says is dead-on-accurate?” I say.
She nods. “Amazingly so.”
Samantha hands me her phone and I read the blurb out loud: “Female Virgos have strong, adventurous sex drives and are up for anything—with the right partner. But, due to their naturally cautious and perfectionist inclinations, female Virgos are highly selective about their sexual partners and usually not at all promiscuous. In fact, the typical Virgo woman would rather abstain from sex altogether, sometimes for long stretches of time, than leap into sex with a partner who, in her view, falls short of her incredibly high standards.” I hand Samantha’s phone back to her, my pulse quickening. “Sounds like getting the green light from a female Virgo is the brass ring. I ought to print out that blurb and tack it to a vision board. ‘Hashtag: life goals.’”
Samantha chuckles. “I’m not quite as big a perfectionist as this makes me out to be.” She flashes me a sexy smile. “But close.”
Oh, man, my entire body’s buzzing. So, my little Virgo’s been waiting for a guy worthy of her for the past nine months, has she? And when she finally finds him, she’ll be “up for anything”? “Give me more of your ‘overview,’” I say, my dick tingling. “We got sidetracked by our cosmically pre-ordained sexual inclinations.” I glance down at Samantha’s incredible curves. “Or, at least, I did.”
Her eyes devour me from head to toe for a long beat. “Oh, I’m equally distracted, I assure you.”
Holy shit, I want this woman.“So tell me the rest of your Power Point. I’m dying to know everything there is to know about you.”
“You now know everything. Other than, as previously mentioned, but it bears repeating: my heart shall always belong to my beloved River Plate.Viva La Banda.”
“Were you born in Argentina?”
“No. L.A. But, growing up, I spent summers in Argentina, visiting my dad’s side of the family. Their winter, my summer.”
“And your mom is from the U.S.?”
She nods. “From L.A. My dad came to L.A. to open a dance studio in Hollywood—he was a championship ballroom dancer in Argentina. And that’s how my parents met—my mom and her fiancé came into my dad’s studio to take lessons right before their wedding.”
“Ooph. Sounds like your dad taught your mom’s fiancé how to cha-cha right out the door.”
