“Is that how you want it?” Miquela kissed her hand before backing away, hand still in June’s. They looked like they were about to start dancing. “We can do whatever you want this weekend. The choices are yours.”
There was nothing innocent about those batting eyelashes. “You know what I would like to do, ma’am. Why don’t you have a seat? You deserve a reward for how much you’ve spoiled me already. Time for me to spoil you.”
Even though she knew that was her standard lingo, Miquela still felt a lump of more than desire in her throat. It almost felt wrong to sit on the edge of her bed and let June do whatever she wanted to her – all of which ended much in Miquela’s favor, of course.
They didn’t leave the apartment for the rest of the night. Everything they needed was right there, from the high-tech shower to the automated food delivery services. There was plenty of time to take June out and show her the sights.
“You’re kidding!” June cried as they hopped in the standby Maserati after breakfast. “You can really walk from one end of the country to the other in an hour?”
“Yes, but I don’t recommend it.” Miquela pulled out of the underground garage and waited for traffic to let her through. “The roads here are steep and narrow in places. The sidewalks are wide, but accidents happen. It’s better to drive. Easier to see things that way.”
“Parking isn’t a problem when you’re rich like you.”
“To be fair, everyone but some of the staff and tourists is beyond rich.” Finally, an opening occurred. Miquela zoomed between a vintage Lambo and a stretch limo. “Although I am still one of the richest.”
June rolled the window all the way down. “I wouldn’t be caught dead in this part of Europe unless my date was a hot richie-rich. So, you’re doing well in that department.”
As they stopped at a red light, Miquela leaned over and kissed her cheek. The limo behind them threatened to hit the bumper. “Want to meet more rich bitches? My sisters want to have lunch.”
“You have sisters?”
“Haven’t I told you before?”
“Probably. It’s hard to keep track sometimes.”
“I have two younger sisters.” The light turned green. “Dolores is one year younger. She married a French banker, but comes here sometimes. My youngest sister, Maria, has graduated from university and lives with my family. My mother is determined to get her dating an Italian or a Pole or… I have no idea. I think some sheikh might be in there, too.”
“You know what I like about my job?” June held her phone up so she could snap pictures of the scenery going by. “I get to date whomever I want. If I were born into this lifestyle, life would be pretty miserable for me.”
“Whomever you want? You mean if they have the means to afford you, right?”
She turned her pearly whites toward Miquela. “Like I said. Whomever I want.”
“You drive a hard bargain, Ms. Kingsley.” Once they were free on the road, Miquela gunned the gas down a steep hill. “Now let me show you the most beautiful city in the world!”
Monaco may have been small, and it may only take ten to twenty minutes to drive from one end to the other, but there was still plenty to see until lunch. Miquela took her past Monte Carlo, crawling with tourists and their cameras. Then the Prince’s Palace, which flew the Monegasque standard to show that the Prince was home. After that, it was the oceanography museum, standing proudly on a cliff face. Many times, Miquela asked June if she wanted to get out and explore on foot, but she insisted that she was fine with driving around for now. When pressed, she coolly said, “Someone made it difficult for me to walk today.”
Miquela grinned at herself in the rearview mirror. “Later, then. It’s almost lunchtime. After that, I want to take you to the marina.”
“I want to see your big boat.”
“Oh, you will see my big boat.”
She pulled to the side to finish texting her sister, Dolores. She asked Miquela to meet her and Maria at an obscure restaurant that was invitation only, at the top of some shopping building Miquela never paid much attention to.
Miquela tossed the keys to a valet before looping her arm around June. The doorman to the shopping center nodded his head, instantly recognizing one of Monaco’s most darling daughters. “You are awaited upstairs, Madame.”
“Did you tell your family that I was coming?” June asked in the elevator. It offered a full view of the outdoors, and she talkedwhilst taking in the ocean view during their ascent. “Sounds like it’s you and your sisters, otherwise. I don’t want to intrude.”
“I told them I was on a date and that I would bring you by for lunch.” Miquela shrugged. “On one hand, I want to see my sisters, but on the other, it’s not at the expense of spending some valuable time with you. Then again, Dolores was piqued after that. She likes to get into my business, so I may as well introduce you on my own terms.” She kissed June’s cheek. “Especially if we’ll be spending more valuable time together in the future.”
All it took was some breath blown into her ear, and June was shuddering in her embrace.I may have given her a thorough once-over last night, but she’s the type to always be ready to go. There was so much about June that made her the perfect woman.
The restaurant only seated a few at a time. That wasn’t what made it so exclusive, however. Nor was it the lack of any advertising. No, what made it so special was the food and service. A woman could order anything she had an appetite for. It didn’t matter where in the world it came from, or how much it cost, or even how difficult it was to procure. One ordered, and one got it within ten minutes, no questions asked.
This meant an endless menu. Miquela hoped her beautiful date had an empty stomach.
Both of her sisters were already at the back table, secured in a corner and overlooking the marina. The view here was much closer than Miquela’s apartment. Ah, yes, there was her yacht.Nowshe ached to go out on the water for a few hours. Perfect after lunch fun!
