Page 1 of Tell Me What You Want, Or Leave Me

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Riviera Maya Hotel, Mezzanine

White sand beaches...

A dazzling sun...

Delicious cocktails...

And Eric Zimmerman.

I’m insatiable!

That’s the word that most accurately describes the hunger I feel for him—for my awesome, handsome, sexy, and kinky husband. I still can’t believe it. I’m married to Eric! My Iceman!

We’re in Tulum, Mexico, savoring our honeymoon, which I would like to go on forever.

Settled into a hammock, I’m sunbathing topless. I love feeling the sun’s rays on my skin as my Iceman talks on the phone just a few yards from me. I can tell by his furrowed brow that he’s focused on business.

Eric is tanned and virile in his blue bathing suit. I watch him carefully...and the more I watch, the more I like him and the more excited I get.

I notice that a handful of women sitting at a lovely bar nearby are also watching him. I totally get why. I consider calling out to them, “Hey, hyenas, he’s all mine!”

But I know it’s completely unnecessary. Ericismine, all mine, without any need for me to shout it out to the four corners of the earth.

Three days after our wedding in Munich, my husband surprised me with this stupendous and romantic honeymoon. So here I am, on this exotic beach on the Mexican Caribbean coast, delighting in these excellent vistas and longing to go back to the intimacy of our room.

I’m also thirsty. I get up from the hammock, pluck out my earbuds, put on my yellow bikini top, and head for the beach bar.

Suddenly, I hear Alejandro Sanz’s voice, and I sing along as I walk.

The soft breeze plays with my hair, and I keep singing along until I reach the bar.

I ask the bartender for a giant Coke with extra ice, and when I take a sip, a pair of hands encircle my waist.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

His voice...

His nearness...

His way of calling me sweetheart...

Mmm...he drives me crazy and, smiling broadly, happier than a clam at high tide, I lean back, and he kisses me on the forehead.

“Do you want some Coke?”

He nods and settles on the stool next to me, grabs the glass I offer, and takes a long swallow.

“Thanks. I was so thirsty.” After running his blue eyes over my chest, he gives me a teasing smile. “Why did you put your top back on? You’re denying me a marvelous view.”

“I’m just not really comfortable being topless here at the bar.”

I can feel his heat. The music suddenly changes, and a romantic ranchera plays. Hooray for rancheras!

What a playlist. So much feeling. Eric, who has turned into the most romantic person I’ve ever met in my life, looks at me slyly and takes me by the waist again.

“Will you dance with me, sweetheart?”

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