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Chapter 18
MIGUEL
“Allow me to introduce you to Serene, my… date… for the evening.”
Miguel could hardly believe his eyes. Here he was, at the damned opera with an old American friend named Clive Nielson, and one of his favorite women was already making eyes at him.
“Pleased to… see you, Serene.” Miguel wasn’t going to pretend he didn’t know the west coast beauty. With skin glowing in a healthy tan, eyes shrouded in hazel contacts, and bleach blond hair pulled back into a sporty ponytail, Serene was the picture of Californian vivacity.She’s also available for a nominal fee. Either there or Vegas.Miguel had paid for her services in both cities before. She was even in his little black book of pros!This is hilarious.Even more hilarious when Serene went from stroking Clive’s arms to smiling at Miguel… all right, at his pants.
There was a reason he liked her so much.
“Pleasure to see you again, Mr. Bolivar.” Serene didn’t mess around.
Clive glimpsed between his date and friend. “I see you two know each other.” He sighed. “I should have guessed, knowing you, Miguel. Where’s your date?”
“Don’t have one, I’m afraid. I’m still new in town, you know. Give me some time to find a woman who isn’t my assistant to bring to these things.” He tried not to think about Judith.Would she like the opera? I should ask.As soon as he became her patron, he was taking her everywhere.I would love for her to be on my arm.Whether meeting a friend for an artistic evening or going to a business dinner, Judith could blend in seamlessly. It wasn’t her job. It was her nature, and Miguel could respect the hell out of that.
So much for not thinking about her.
They had their own balcony for that night’s show,Carmen.A show Miguel had seen a hundred times, given its popularity in both Spain and France.Never seen Americans take it on, though.Tonight’s cast was predominately Latino, making the Spanish lyrics roll easily off the tongue and the chemistry between Don Jose and Senorita Carmen sizzling. In true American fashion, however, the sexuality was rammed up about 100,000 degrees.Fahrenheit, of course.Halfway through the show, the delightful actress playing Carmen song both her fantastic song and danced as if her body was on fire.
Clive excused himself to go to the restroom during intermission. The moment he left, Serene hopped up from her chair and sat in her date’s, right next to Miguel.
“What do you think of the show?” she asked, one tanned, long leg swinging over the other. Her perfume was tropical. Her lips? Full and pursed.There’s one thing she is really, really good at.Miguel usually paid a premium for her to keep him going as long as possible. When a woman wasthatgood… “It’s scandalizing. I didn’t know the opera was supposed to make me think of sex so much!”
“You’re always thinking of sex,” Miguel pointed out. “Which begs the question… what are you doing all the way out here? I thought you kept your hunting grounds to the southwest.”
“When a client pays you to fly out to New England to keep him happy and fulfilled for a week, you go.” Serene’s grin should’ve been illegal.Stop looking at her, fool.“What I want to know is what you’re doing here. Business?”
He gave her a quick rundown regarding his partial move to America. Her eyes widened. Those contacts were going to give him nightmares if he stared for too long.
“Really?Do remember me if you’re ever on the west coast.”
“Don’t I always?”
“Although knowing you, you’ll have some other American girl all over you. Big moves usually mean big personal changes for guys like you. That said…” She pulled a card from her bust. Right from her cleavage. Covered in that tropical perfume. “If you want to fly me out here for some fun once in a while, I am game. I need at least a month’s notice so I can pencil such a thing in. Besides...” Her hand curled over his thigh, fingers brushing against his cock. For some reason, it didn’t readily stir.Maybe I am getting older.At nearly thirty-five, Miguel was starting to feel some strange physical changes his father and biology classes never warned him about. Hopefully he wouldn’t be having to pop blue pills anytime soon. “My time with Clive ends tomorrow, and I’ll be around for a couple more days after that. Got some shopping to catch up on… friends to meet with…” Her hand clenched his flesh. “Clients to see.”
“I get the point.” Miguel didn’t shoo her hand away, but he also didn’t encourage her to explore further. “You know you’re one of the first women to come to my mind when I think of my favorite Americans.”
“Stop it with that accent! You’re getting my panties all wet, Miguel.”
“Just helping Clive for later.”
“Between you and me…” Serene’s voice lowered as her tongue threatened to touch his ear. “He ain’t that great in bed. Five-minute man.Sigh.”
“Doesn’t that make your job easier?”
“I would like to enjoy my job like anyone else. No woman wants to have bland sex, no matter how much she’s being paid for it.”
“So you’re not flirting with me because you need to keep the income flowing, but because you also like me. How about that.”
“Your money is half of the attraction, sure.” Grinning, Serene brushed the back of her hand against Miguel’s cheek. “So what do you say? I’m a free woman starting tomorrow night. Whatever you want, Mr. Big Stuff.”
Whatever I want?What did he want?Judith.
He even surprised himself with that thought.
Miguel glanced at Serene again. She was beautiful, funny, and a complete professional in and out of the bedroom. Talented too, as had been established.I could get the second best blowjob of the year tomorrow night.Judith was first, of course. “Mierda,” he murmured. “Sorry, Serene, but I’m a bit spoken for at the moment. Maybe some other time.”
