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But I did put to good use some
valuable tips I picked up from Jorge last week.
    I
also put my hair in an updo with long earrings and
curls framing my face.
    The
door opens.
    “Wow!”
he says as he stares at me. “You look... no, you are... stunning.”
    Tonight
his hair is perfect, not that it ever isn’t. Thick strands of
dark locks waving themselves to crisp-cut corners in the back.
    He’s
wearing a white dinner jacket with a blue shirt and blue tie.
    I
feel like we’re going to prom.
    But
no, this is far from prom. This is adult dinner with a billionaire at his
mansion.
    He
kisses me. Soft and gentle, but with a hint of losing
control.
    Then
he pulls back and smiles at me.
    “Come
in.” His words cut through the ever-present magnetic field that vibrates
between us.
    As
he motions me in, I realize I’m not the same person I was before our eyes met
that night at Heat. Something has changed. I’m not sure what. Just something.
    “Nice,”
I say as I look around. He disappears around the corner.
    It’s
truly a man’s house. No frilly curtains, lacy pillows, or flowered wallpaper.
Everything is sparse, sleek, and understated. The art on the walls is abstract,
but unpretentious as it blends into the muted tan tones.
    A
giant wall of two-story windows look out onto the sparkling
lights across the water.
    “Nice,”
I say. “Decorate it yourself? ”.
    He returns,
smiling with a bottle of champagne and two glasses in his hands. “What do you
think?”
    “I
think you can afford an interior designer or two.”
    He
pops the champagne bottle and pours. “You think correctly. I’m not much of a color
coordinator, but I did cook dinner.”
    “ Mmm , smells good. Smells like home.”
    He
hands me a glass of champagne. “ Arroz con pollo . From
scratch.”
    “ Por supuesto .”
    He
clinks my glass. “ Por supuesto .”
    We
drink.
    I
put the glass down.
    He
moves in and kisses me.
    It’s
glorious. I want to sink my teeth into his flesh as I melt in his arms.
    But
an alarm bell goes off and I push him back.
    “What?”
he says.
    I
must have a distressed look on my face because he’s staring at me quizzically.
    “I
can’t do this,” I say.
    “Do
what?”
    “It’s
not right. It’s just not right. The other day... we... it was...”
    His
fingers go up to my lips, pressing them shut. His right hand grabs my left and
leads me.
    “Come
on,” he says as he takes me through the door onto the outdoor patio.
    “Where
are we going?”
    “Trust
me.”
    I
wish people wouldn’t say that to me.
    We’re
out on his deck by his pool. The bright city lights reflect a blue-pink glow up
into the dramatic clouds.
    He
walks past his yacht over to the Go-Fast boat and leaps in.
    “You
want me to get in that?” I say.
    “You
don’t like boats?”
    “Girls
from Wynwood tend not to date boys with boats.” I
glance at his yacht. “Or two boats.”
    “How
about a guy with three boats?”
    “Three?
Where’s your third?”
    “Hidden
under camouflage. Oooh , how do you like that,
detective? I just gave you a clue. Come on, get in, and you might get another
one.”
    I
laugh. He smiles. God, that’s a killer smile.
    But
I just stand there.
    “Get
the fuck in,” he says.
    Oooh , I
like the way he says that in such a commanding tone. He can tell me to get the
fuck in any day of the week.
    I
get the fuck in.
    He
starts the engine. The twin Mercs and my pussy both
roar together.
    He
unties us and soon we’re heading west toward the city. The wind is warm but
strong, the water choppy.
    I
give in, putting my arm around him as he steers the boat. He doesn’t seem to
notice, like he expects it.
    Damn,
how many girls has he taken on this thing? The thought sends an irritating zap
to my head and I take my arm back, leaning on the windshield instead.
    He
shoots me that look.
    “Get
back here,” he says.
    Oh
damn, I can’t help but comply. I snuggle into him.
    God,
he’s like granite. A wall of chiseled rock.
    We
pass under the