eating.”
“You’re not gonna make we throw up after this, are you?”
“If it tastes good, who cares what it is?”
She scrunches her face. “Don’t give me that Hemingway shit. I do care about what I put in my innards. And he was a crazy old goat.”
I’m taken aback. My heartbeat picks up. Not expecting that, at all. I’ve almost given up on this. “A woman who reads.”
She raises a brow at me. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing. I’ve not met anybody who has readily identified the author of that quote, much less recognize it in a different context.”
“Guess you’ve been mingling with the wrong women.”
My muscle man is flexing under pressure now. Exquisite pressure. A Hemingway quote is giving me an unbelievable boner. Even I find that weird.
I shrug and grin sheepishly. “Guilty. But it’s hard to find someone I’m attracted to who also shares my interests. Most I’ve met don’t care talking with me. They’d rather talk to my…uhhh.” I point to my groin.
She laughs, spewing bits of food in my direction. Then she goes into a coughing fit. I reach out to pat her back and help her drink water.
“You find that funny?” I ask.
“Dude, that’s a woman’s line, okay? You know, the talk-to-my-face-not-to-my-chest cliche?”
I look at her ample chest. “I suppose you have a lot of firsthand experience with that. Not that I blame the poor jerk-offs.”
She throws a slice of cucumber at me.
It lands on my leg. I pick it up and eat it.
She’s shaking her head. “You know, I find it hard to believe you’re complaining about your sex life.”
“Why?”
“You’re young and great-looking and obviously successful in whatever you do and most probably single and…who gives a shit about shared interests at this point?”
I stare at her, knowing full well now that I’ve been settling for sex in lieu of a deeper form of communication. Mediocre sex.
God, I want this woman. “I do.”
She gives me a long skeptical look then evades my eyes and reaches for more rice. “Oh lowd, this is sinfully delicious!”
I let her change the subject. I’m feeling a little strange too that it veered towards that tangent. But truth be told, I’ve never had any meaningful conversation with a woman I’m shagging. The reality of that has never been more apparent tonight.
I watch her eat, fascinated with her enthusiastic appetite. I find it absolutely sexy. If she’s going at food like that, she’s going to go at sex pretty much the same. I can’t wait to feel her lick and bite me.
I pick up a piece of meat and feed her. She nibbles on my fingers, sending electric currents blasting through my bloodstreams.
She does the same to me and I suck on her fingers. Hot damn. I never thought alligator meat could taste extra good.
She moans faintly. “I’ll never think of food the same way again.”
“You shouldn’t think when you’re eating. Just savor the taste.”
“Does that apply to sex, as well?”
I smile. What is it about this woman? She’s definitely a master seductress as she got me here when I had no intention of hooking up with anybody, and yet there’s an aura of charming naiveté about her.
“Yeah. It definitely applies to sex.”
She licks the oil from her lips. “Savor the taste,” she repeats. “I’ll remember that.”
Slow has become a torture.
FOUR
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25 CONTROVERSIAL QUOTES FROM THE STYLE EMPRESS
On her former supermodel ex Aiden Ricks:
"He was a stupid, little vice of mine those pimps
sold me at a super jacked-up price, no pun.
I was new at vices so I didn’t know any better.
Anyway, I got rehabbed and
he’s a paid bill. Not cheap but I could afford him.”
Stella Rhodes
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WE RETURNED TO THE ISLAND in a speed boat as it was already nine in the evening.
Baby Dada is a superhero come to life. Chivalrous deeds come naturally to him like