Chapter Six:Power Bike Night Out

Tequila Chapter Six: Power Bike Night Out

The Artist's POV

"No!!! This didn't just happen! The nerve of this guy, jeez!"

"Dante you may have the face of an angel, body of Zeus and voice as smooth as vanilla ice cream but my Art will always will come first even before my favourite high heels! I shouted getting frustrated as the watercolour splatter all over my sketch pad.

He smiled, winked and walked away

"...!"

Uh oh, did I say that out loud, dummy much? I turned my attention admiring and taking in the epitome of creative artworks around me. Guess, I have to come back and sketch some other time it's already 5:24 pm, I still have a few minutes to spare before the bus leaves took out my phone and took as many pictures as I can to use as inspiration to paint when I get back home.

"6:57 pm oh no...the bus " I stutter as the Museum was about to be closed hurriedly packed my things and dashed out trying to call Segun to tell the bus to wait for me when my phone batter died down .Why did they not call m?.

On my way out,I turned to see Dante with a white man, doesn't look Latino thou talking. I just ignored him and mimicked his "I own this space confident stride " earlier on when I am sure Dante was out of view. I ran to the park hoping to see them waiting for me which did work out as imagined. No fancy luxurious bus in view"

"The bus..."

"Has already left" I turned to see Dante walking towards the parking section for motorcycles and bicycles. Does this guy has backward glance, I mean any lancing issues.

I followed his gaze to a dark maroon power bike unlike the colour of his lips was much lighter and thinner. His appearance alone was seductive. The man's rugged features were alluring. His raven black hair, which glistens in the hot African sunset, wavy hair combed back and his face carefully structured. As if God had moulded him just to spoil these eyes. The eyes of the man were full of life and playfulness, unlike the intense looks I am used to in his movies. The man had on a white cotton black and a pair of blue faded jeans, which tied his bad boy look together.

I snort loudly, folding my hands when I noticed those lip forming a knowing smirk.

"You are white you know"

"Spanish" he cut in. His hands crossed leaning on the bike already.

I rolled my eyes "white still...this is your 2nd day in Nigeria. You can't be roaming about alone, kidnappers are everywhere don't get too carried away with the security of the luxury hotel and this posh gallery. Nigeria can be dangerous, shine your eyes!"

He smirked, climbed his bike. Is this man seriously going to leave me stranded her?. When he started the bike, my adrenaline shot into action. I ran and stood in front of his power bike.

"I need a ride" He snorts making to bypass me

"Please, that's the least you can do is give me a ride back to the hotel after soiling my sketchpad" folded his hands looking at me for the first time, there wasn't fireworks but it felt good.

"Okay SpongeBob, hop On. Let's go, I am starving"

"Huh"

He didn't wait for my reply, bringing the bike in front of me after the second kick on the brakes.

"Come on, don't be too distracted Your hands over here," he said, I don't know why I found his not so baritone voice so cool, calming. Thank God for the bikes loud sound, Dante won't be able to feel my heartbeat. I am going to make sure I enjoy every moment I get with this Art wrecker and a commanding hunk of a man with his smirks and sassy walks! This should be the best dream yet. Operation seduces one of the sexiest man activated.

I gave out a long pleasant sigh as I wrapped my hands around his torso and lay my head on his back, could feel hIm shiver our legs were so close over our matching jeans.

He let out a low chuckle, his body vibrating "you're the lowest of them a SpongeBob, glueing unto my body without permission after a certain artist told me to shine my eyes"

"Dante, stop being a typical pretty boy! I have never been on a power bike, I am the last born and you didn't even say sorry for ruining my painting!"

"Ah, the excuses"

But my eyes were closed didn't bother to reply to hi taking in the blissful moment, didn't bother to even help him navigate his way. The longer we take the better, I smiled at my naughty thoughts and tightened my hold on his torso.

"We are here."

"Wow, how did you know about this place you Spanish hunk," I said in awe. Is it the Alpha male thing or this guy is low key rude.

He ignored my questions and led us to a booth that was cosy and beautifully designed with bold Ankara pattern and materials. I still prefer 'The Bliss', we sat opposite each other looking over our menu.

"SpongeBob, can you help me decide. Google said this place is a must-try for tourist. Promo maybe?"

"Haha it's called Pomo Mr Esparaza , you should try something light like Jollof rice first. Your tummy is too sissy for Pomo"

His eyes darkened as he smiled and called the waiter "We will take the Pomo"

"He will take Pomo(spiced goat meat pepper soup,)please while I will have my Jollof rice"

I smirked at him and changing my order

"Tell me about Nigeria"

'Tell me about Puerto Rico"

I smiled back eating a spoon of my delicious Jollof rice.

"Getting bold, I see" He shouldn't have said that, now the butterflies in my tummy are getting too to control. The silence was getting awkward.

"Why do you call me SpongeBob?" Need to break this silence

.

"You don't know. hmmm, My mother is a street artist, she got married to my Dad a street dancer who got killed by Mafias. I am being friendly with you a total stranger because you remind me of my mum. Nothing more."

"Mafias are real? " Was the just thing that popped out of my mouth. I didn't want to think about the fact that I remind him of his mum, I wouldn't behave. My subconscious mind kicked me hard for not even offering my sympathy.

"I have been a ring leader multiple times "

"...?!"

"That's the spec of an actor, you get to live dozens of life. Spicy but sweet." He replied while he ate the Pomo quite well for a newbie.

"It wasn't easy for mother, being an artist wasn't easy back then, no one was interested in hanging flowers or colours round buildings when people would rather buy pots. Supplies were expensive too so she uses colour spray to creates Art for stages and local bands and brands. one day a movie was shot in Puerto Rico and her paintings were Highlighted at the background. Some Artist saw it and traced her and that was how she started stage design. Abby and I were her models and that's how we go into the movie industry starting from commercials".

I hang on to his every word carefully wondering why he is telling me all this when this is our first time we meet.

"Boom that's how I whooping hougmmm..."

"What's whougmm..?"

That wasn't Spanish, he coughed again I offered him my water while bending slightly to pat his back.

"Enough of Pomo. You are right, he shifted his half-empty bowl close to my already empty plate" Thank God this side of the restaurant had dim lights hence the bravado to finish my food in peace. He paid the bills and we left for the bike.

"Are you okay?"I shouted over the bike he seemed to be uncomfortable and his stomach has been making some funny growling sounds

"I don't"...he pulled over a bushy side of the road halfway to the hotel and in a swift vomit by the roadside. Dante vomiting was still an elegant sight.

"Uhhh, sorry"I held our helmets and offered him the remnants of my bottle water from my backpack.

"It's a good thing you smell nice, it covered up for the farts," I said straight-faced

He grumbled looking embarrassed, I think you should drive. Its stomach flu from the pomo or something "

"I don't know how to ride a bike Mr Esparaza and I happen to be the last born!" horrified by the idea

"Just cluck in, pedal the gear and move straight, or we can wait for Ismael to send a cab or someone over"

"No, no it's getting late. It will be risky for us to hang around, you can easily get spotted. I can drive and ride a bicycle. This should be simple" I encouraged myself not wanting Dante to see like a sissy.

"One way to do it is to pull the clutch while releasing the throttle. While you’re still holding the clutch, shift into the next gear. Then, slowly release the clutch lever while twisting the throttle." He explained gently while showing me a YouTube video.

Suddenly looking all tired, he chuckled and told me what to do giving me his power bike gloves and knee pads. Thank Goodness, traffic wasn't too bad, I took my time and drove slowly enjoying Dante's hand wrapped around my body while at the same time trying my best not to laugh at the funny noise his stomach and butt were making.

"My suite is on the 5th floor, you don't have to ride me all the way"

"...!" My naughty subconscious mind was at alert hearing the word 'ride all the way'

"I had enough fun and tales for a lifetime today Mr Esparaza," I said with a big smile, making fart noises with my arms

"Perv, I bet you do," he said smacking my shoulders and pushing me out of the elevator gently when it stopped at my floor.

"get some Medicine, I warned you, Mr Esparaza, the Pomo eater" I shouted with a smirk before the elevator closed hiding his amused looking face.

I slept grinning ear to ear. Having witnessed firsthand knowledge that celebrities do have biological embarrassing moments too.

This is my best night ever. Hugged Dante, had dinner with him and he thought me how to ride a freaking Power Bike. He might not be a prude, after all, let's see what tomorrow will hold for us.