Chapter Eight
As I bit into my sandwich, I noticed that his eyes were on me. I tried to pretend that I didn’t see him, but I couldn’t; my smile gave me away like an alarm. He noticed, and reached across the table of the poolside cafe to pinch one of my cheeks. I playfully jerked and shielded my cheek away from any more teasing pinches. Straightening up and finishing the last bite of my sandwich, I washed it down with a few sips of my mimosa.
“What do you have in mind for dinner?” Axel asked before biting into his sandwich.
“I don’t know; we’ll leave that up to you,” I said.
“How about you decide dinner tonight since I’ve chosen the last three outings including this one.”
“True,” I said taking another sip of my citrusy drink.
“You need another?” He asked noting my glass was almost empty.
“No, I think I’ll stay sober. Besides it’s hot out here, I need to stay hydrated,” I said just before flagging down a concierge and ordering two glasses of water.
“That’s smart; you know how to take of yourself, don’t you,” he commented while taking a sip of his water.
“Of course. Back at home I don’t have enough time to do a lot of exercise, so I make sure that I don’t eat too many sweets or load up on the fatty fried foods. Of course every now and then I slip up and stuff my face with Philly cheese steaks and fried chicken,” I said licking my lips in reminiscence.
“I understand. These vacations are the only times where I completely let myself go. I swear if I lived in paradise like this and let someone else run the company, I would get fat.”
“It would take years,” I said remembering his incredible body.
“You’d never believe that I used to be the fat kid in school,” he said as I grimace in disbelief.
“I’m serious.”
“Pictures, or didn’t happen,” I challenged him. He laughed, accepted, and once again left me speechless at the photos he showed me on his phone.
“See?”
“Wow, yeah…that really did happen,” he looked like a completely different person.
“Remember when I told you that I wanted to work for the government? Well the position that I wanted had a weight requirement; I didn’t lose the weight until then.”
“So you’ve been a little sausage all of your life! I mean, oh I’m sorry, that was really rude of me,” I said apologetically as I felt the embarrassment begin to rise up the back of my neck.
“Don’t worry sweetheart, my mom still calls me her little sausage,” he said with a wink.
I found myself squirming in my chair. The sensations he was igniting in my body even though he was not physically touching made put me on this roller coaster of sexual tension. I needed release, and I knew only one man could do it for me.
“What time is it?” I asked, realizing that I didn’t have a watch or my phone.
“Still too early for dinner,” he said knowing exactly why I was curious about the time.
“We need to do something to distract us; something fun,” I said.
“We could drive a few miles into Old San Juan if you wanted. I’ve been here before, so I know a few spots that we could hit. Or, we could stay on the resort; there are plenty of things to do and see here as well.”
“Hmm, choices…” I said looking at the phone that he’d placed on the table.
We’d now been sitting here for about an hour at the poolside cafe. I’d already finished my food and drinks as well as Axel as the sun grew hotter on our backs. Just at that moment, I thought, maybe we could enjoy the spa together. The heat was raging and I could feel myself start to sweat and get uncomfortable.
“You know we could go to the spa; I know how women are with their facials.”
“You are quickly becoming one of my favorite people,” I told him.
Our day at the spa was like a dream. A dream that I’d been awake in for a little over an hour. We’d gotten couple massages and facials. I tried yet again to at least pay for half, but he refused. It would take me some time to get used to that, but I was starting to enjoy his refusals. It made me feel taken care of and special.
It was about five in the afternoon when we decided to take a trip into Old San Juan. The smells of the Caribbean cuisine, the feel of the sun against my skin, and the taste of the ice creams and candy that we tasted was a Spanish dream.
When we made it to the store, it was already six in the evening. Axel ran in while I waited outside. As I waited, I heard the sound of a Spanish guitar in the distance. When I turned my head to the right, I saw a beautiful woman clothed in a flowing dress that tickled the sidewalk as she swerved her hips to the rhythm. She twirled around so beautifully that I found myself mesmerized by the movement.
Several people came to watch, sing, and praise the woman in the floral dress. They praised her like she was their goddess. I turned around to look at Axel as he walked through the doors of the convenient store. The moment he drew close enough, I took his lips in a sensuous kiss. It was slow, but hungry as he responded in the way that I wanted.
When I pulled back, I could see that he wanted it just as bad as I did. I smiled as he returned one of his own, softly and only for a moment before he pulled back.
“How about that dinner?” he asked reaching around to cup my bottom in his large paw.
“How about it?” I responded with a smile.
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