“Regular, Strawberry, or Mango?”
“Strawberry with sugar on the rim.”
“Coming right up. What about you, Lorenzo?”
What I really want is a glass of whiskey, but I’m driving tonight, and I won’t risk losing my senses with Mia around.
“A Coke please, Maria.”
She gives me a knowing smirk before dashing off.
“She’s interesting,” Mia muses.
“She’s the owner, Pablo’s wife. I’ve known them for years. We’re good friends.”
“Why don’t they call you, Lo?”
“Only family calls me Lo.” I realize what I said implies. I let her call me Lo since the day we met. I guess I’ve always thought of her as someone close to me.
“Is this why Sofia always brings us here for Mexican Food?”
I laugh. “Actually, Sofia found this place on her own. I don’t think she even knows my connection to the place. No one really does. Before Bash, I used to run a crew up here in Manhattan. I know where all the best places are.”
“Is this where you live then?”
“Not anymore, although I do have a house here. I live in Brooklyn. I have to stay close to Bash in my position.”
She nods and turns her attention to the menu. I don’t bother. I always order the same thing.
Maria returns a moment later with our drinks and a basket full of chips and a bowl of salsa. “There you go. Do you know what you want to eat?”
I gesture to Mia. “Ladies first.”
“Okay. I will have the taco salad, no guac please, and thank you.”
“Got it. Your usual, Lorenzo?”
“You know it, Maria.”
She chuckles. “I’ll have that right out.”
I watch as Mia licks the rim of her glass before taking a sip of her margarita. Watching her tongue slip out of her lips and lick anything that’s not me is torture. My mind can easily imagine my cock in place of the glass or the straw.
She licks her lips and lets out a moan, and I can’t help but reach down and grab my cock.
“Fuck, Mia. You’re a tease.”
Her eyes widen as she looks at me. Her mouth makes an “O” as she sees the direction of my hand. Then her eyes change as she slips a foot up my leg. I grab it before it can reach my crotch.
“Who said I’m a tease? Who said I won’t follow through?”
I close my eyes and say a silent prayer before opening them again. “You little temptress. You’re like the snake tempting Eve with the apple. If the snake was anything like you, I don’t blame Eve. I would have devoured the whole garden for a taste.”
She bites her lip as I watch her skin turn red from her cleavage all the way up to her ears.
“Not such an angel, am I?”
“Oh, you’re for sure an angel. Sweet and innocent. Pure. It’s what makes you so tempting. You make men want to show you the dark side. Show you how good it can be to be bad.”
