Page 105 of Almost Not Quite Engaged

He says, “Not a hallucination. What is happening here?”

None of them can catch their breath and they’re all speaking in that clipped French.

“What?! Virginia control yourself or I’ll call you Millie Mae. So help me.”

She takes in a big breath and says, “You’re wearing paper panties on your head. And a paper bra around your wrist.”

Zane breaks the silence and plucks the grease-stained paper ‘hat’ off my head and puts his hands through a leg hole and guffaws. I look around then bust out laughing. It triggers them all again and I can’t breathe. He walks over to Irina and tries to put it on her head, she snatches them out of his hand. Then he puts his arm around me and leads me out of the room.

“Totally worth the 24 hours of flights,” he says as we leave the women laughing behind.

I can’t believe he’s touching me. He grabs a robe off of a cart, and I put it on.

Wait, he should have been in Marseille.

“Twenty-four hours? Where the hell did you come from?”

“Ginny’s bathroom.”

“Oh, shit.”

Chapter 51

Double Jet Lag Date

ZANE

Seychelles

I lick the salt on the rim of my margarita and order another. I’m waiting on the failed spa queen. Although I could have looked at those oiled tits the entire afternoon and evening, we have way too much to discuss. Ginny and Colin disappeared instantly, and I don’t expect to see them until after dinner.

I pull out a Four Seasons Punta Mita note pad from a visit ages ago and scribble things I won’t tell her. Not yet.

K-

I don’t even know what I’m going to say except I wasn’t thinking about anything except being by your side. That’s it. Also that was the single greatest thing I will ever witness. You, greased up and utterly confused.

I can’t name what this feeling is, it’s absurd to even pretend to know but it’s a cellular pull to the one woman who I thought I loathed. Made me feel foolish and small even though I pretended she didn’t. There’s the undeniably hot sex but when I read your blogs and hear it all in your voice, I want to actually hear your voice, telling me the mundane and fabulous of your day. And see your eyes when you listen to mine. Musings that spill out of me for my eyes only I guess.

-Z

Her voice snaps my head around. “Now, what the hell are you doing here?” I shove the papers into my pocket.

“That’s my question. Couldn’t find an adventure of your own, so you borrowed mine?”

She doesn’t break stride as I swing the barstool around while she steps between my legs, into my arms and kisses me. Strong, aggressive and sure of herself. Her lips parting mine, her tongue darting in and out of my mouth searching for answers I don’t have but I am enjoying the interrogation.

My hands slide down to her ass and I pull her as close as I can get. Hers find my chest and the back of my neck, her sharp manicured nails from Hawaii gone. Her curls are big and wild in the Equatorial heat and humidity. Her face simple and beautiful, the act of who we pretended to be in Hawaii completely gone. This is who I dream of, an unadorned woman who knows who and what she is and wants. She may be a hot mess most of the time but right now, she’s my mess.

She pulls back and I touch her cheek, a hint of freckles appearing. The sun brings out all kinds of hidden secrets.

She slides onto the barstool next to me and I adjust my very hard dick. She glances down and taps the base of the glass.

“One, my hair is big and it was greasy. Two, I thought it would be in the way of the peel chemicals or something. Three, I thought they were going to scrub my ass.”

I say in between laughs. “Three reasons you wore paper panties on your head.” I laugh just as hard as I did when I saw her ridiculously standing there like an overdressed salad with her pubic hair looking like limp lettuce.

We settle and she sips as I weave my fingers into her hair.