Page 167 of Tell Me What You Want, Or Leave Me

When we arrive at the beautiful restaurant, Eric gets out of the car, comes around, and takes my hand to go in. The valet quickly takes our vehicle. The maître d’ greets us and guides us to a nice table.

Dinner is wonderful, and with the appetite I now have, I eat everything on my plate, and, if Eric isn’t careful, everything on his. We talk, we laugh, and we’re the same as always when suddenly he asks me, “Why didn’t you tell me about Máximo and my mother?”

I stare at him. Now we’re in it!

How did he find out about that?

“What do you mean?”

Eric tilts his head.

“Did you think I wouldn’t find out my mother went to a party with your little friend from Guantanamera?”

I laugh. He doesn’t.

Just thinking about that great moment when Sonia asked us to find her a dark-skinned escort makes me laugh.

But damn it. And we were getting along so well.

My face must be giving me away. I drink some water.

“Look, Eric, your mother’s a young, single woman who just wants to have fun.”

“But does it have to be with Máximo?”

I get it. Máximo and my mother-in-law is a crazy combo. I decide to be honest.

“Honey, I confess! I knew about it. But before you get all bent out of shape and the Iceman returns, let me tell you it was your mother who called us, your sister and me. She wanted a date for the party who’d leave Trevor in the dust, and all we did was look for someone to go with her. Of course, Máximo was a gentleman. He didn’t cross any lines; you can be sure of that. He escorted her to the party and then took her home. End of story.”

Suddenly, he laughs. That unsettles me. Then he takes my hand and kisses it.

“The three of you are going to be the end of me.”

I’m glad to see he’s beginning to understand his mother’s philosophy of life.

Unexpectedly, Medusa moves. I quickly put his hand on my belly. Eric notices the movement, and we kiss.

When we finish dinner, he surprises me again by asking if I want to go for a drink. I accept even though I can’t have alcohol. I’m having too much fun to go home yet. And when we arrive at Sensations, the place with all the mirrors, I’m confused.

“We’re only here for drinks, understood?”

I nod; my libido’s on a break anyway. After so many threesomes and orgies, I only want Eric. Will there be hot sex for me when we get home tonight?

On entering the first room, I see Björn at the bar. When he spots us, he gives me a loving hug and greets Eric.

“What a delight to see you here. You look gorgeous today, my little chub.”

Eric smiles, and I’m happy too.

Björn introduces me to some friends of his I don’t know, but I notice Eric does know them. The two women are lovely and quickly inquire about my condition. One of them is a mom and smiles when she listens to me. For an hour or so, we all talk, and I’m aware of an occasional man looking at me, but Eric doesn’t let me go. That excites me.

My mind is clouded, and I almost snort when I think about what Eric and Björn could make me feel in any of those reserved rooms. Suddenly, I see our friend greeting someone, and I’m stunned to see it’s the constipated poodle.

When she comes over to me, Fosqui barks with her thin little voice.

“You look amazing, Judith. More beautiful than ever,” she says, surprising me.

I know she’s just saying that to look good in front of Björn, but I’ll take it!

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