Hendrix
“So, do we have a deal, Mr. Rossi?” We were back home in the Keys after a long week of busy schedules. Work was grueling, my plans to build a resort had been accepted by the city, while Beau finished signing up for next semester’s classes. Our paths had crossed only to say good morning and an even quicker goodnight.
That’s why the second I wrapped up this phone conference, I was saying goodbye to work and enjoying our long weekend alone. Four days of fun in the sun with my nymph.
Mine. And she was, even if she didn’t realize it yet.
The scent of spices and seafood wafted through the air vents, and my mouth watered. It took everything within me not to hang up and go cop a feel - then a taste of whatever she was creating.
Beau was busy cooking for me today, and it was a remarkable sight. Her, in a short summer dress - feet bare and hips swaying to the island rhythms playing on the radio.