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extracted the note inside.
    Babykins. I love you. Always will. See you next week. Keep my place warm. It was signed— Honeystuff.
    Honeystuff! Who in hell was Honeystuff?
    Rosarita was outraged. Did Joel have a girlfriend he hadn’t told her about?
    She was about to rummage further when she heard the shower stop. Quickly she slid the note back into the envelope and closed the drawer.
    Joel strode back into the room, a towel knotted loosely around his waist. He still had a hard-on—the jut of his cock beneath the thick towel was unmistakable.
    It was about time she put her mark on him—something Rosarita knew how to do better than anyone.
    â€œCome over here, hot stuff,” she crooned, beckoning him to the bed. “I’ve got something for you.”
    Joel didn’t need asking twice.
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    Dexter paced around the living room, glancing at his watch every five minutes. Where was Rosarita? He had hoped she’d be home before his parents arrived, making it the perfect surprise. But at six-thirty she was still not there.
    Reluctantly he picked up the phone and called his father-in-law, breaking out in a sweat as he did so. Chas Vincent scared the heck out of him—he looked like a refugee from The Sopranos, and acted like one too.
    Early on in their relationship, Rosarita had proudly informed him that Chas was king of construction in New Jersey. He didn’t know or care what Chas was king of, he simply preferred to keep as much distance as possible between them.
    â€œHi, Chas,” he said, making sure his voice sounded strong. “Is Rosarita there?”
    â€œWhy’d she be here?” Chas growled suspiciously. “She left two hours ago.”
    â€œDid she say where she was going?”
    Probably to buy a gun and blow you away, Chas thought.“Naw,” he said. “Most likely she’s hittin’ the stores. You know women—spend till their titties drop.”
    Dexter faked a laugh. Even though he’d been involved in the world of modeling, he still couldn’t stand vulgarity.
    â€œCall me if she’s not home by midnight,” Chas said jovially. “I’ll send out the cops.”
    A concerned father. How nice.
    Dexter roamed around the apartment, stopping at the guest room to make sure it was all ready for his parents’ imminent arrival. He’d personally gone to the flower shop and chosen twelve perfect red roses—his mother’s favorites. Conchita, the maid, had placed them in an exquisite amber vase on the dresser next to the television. He’d also bought roses for Rosarita, white ones, which he planned to present to her later when they were alone.
    Tonight was going to be special. He was absolutely sure of it.
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    â€œShit!” Rosarita screeched, snagging her expensive tights as she entered a cab outside Joel’s building.
    â€œWhere to, lady?” asked the cabbie, not even bothering to turn around.
    â€œThere’s a sharp edge on the bottom of your door,” she complained. “You’d better do something about it.”
    â€œWhere to?” he repeated, cracking his knuckles.
    She leaned forward to get a look at his ID. Moussaf Kiridarian. Another foreigner not worth arguing with. Chas said they should all be lined up and shot. Sometimes he could be a bit of an extremist. After all, if that ever happened who would be around to drive the cabs and trains? Get rid of the garbage? Run all the electronics and camera shops?
    â€œSixty-first and Park,” she said brusquely. “And make it fast. I’m in a hurry.”
    The cab set off with a jerk, almost throwing her off the seat. She muttered an insult under her breath and groped in her purse for a cigarette. She was about to light up when Moussaf caughther eye in the rearview mirror and announced sternly, “No smoking. See sign.”
    â€œShit,” she muttered, putting the cigarette away. What kind of stupid rule was that?