Sheila wiped away a tear. “Oh honey, don’t worry about your Mom, she’s a survivor.”
“Ain’t that the truth,” Molly agreed rubbing her mother’s arm.
“Amber! We were wondering when you were gonna get here!” Leticia spat out, grabbing Amber’s arm and pulling her towards the front yard. “Come here, I wanna show you what Eddie got for me for my birthday!”
Amber was shocked once again. When on earth did they get there? She kept her eye on the front door the whole time she was making her rounds greeting relatives. They must have been here already, she realized. But I didn’t see Eduardo’s Porsche…
“Eddie, come here!” Leticia yelled at Eduardo, pulling the back of his shirt, his back was turned from Amber’s view—hidden from her sight barely ten feet away!
Their eyes crash together and Eduardo’s mouth practically dropped. Amber looked astonishing, glamorous, her nipples rose to his attention. Eduardo looked so goddamn sexy—Amber wanted to ride him like a horse. Her favorite beige suit with maroon silk shirt and taupe tie, he personified sex appeal.
“Hi…how are you?” Eduardo asked, the three of them walking towards the parked cars.
“I’m fine, and you? How was the case?” Amber barely got out. She wanted to kiss him so desperately, she let go a huge sigh disguising it so.
“It went well—a couple million for our prestigious firm.”
“Oh Philip’s going to love that. You’ve made him a happy man thus far,” Amber joked with him.
“I know I’m happy,” he responded, lowering his voice, “How’ve you been?”
“You just asked me that, “Amber smiled good-naturedly, pushing his nearing body away from hers.
“Look, look! Isn’t it beautiful?” Leticia asked, making like a display hostess at a car convention.
Amber gawked at the shiny new cream Mercedes Benz station wagon. “Oh my, is this yours?” She expressed, walking over to it now.
“Yes! Yes! Isn’t it beautiful? Eddie surprised me with it on my birthday,” Leticia shrieked, practically jumping up and down.
“Who’ she kidding, she’s been hinting at me for months now. ‘Gee, we need another car’…‘do you like station wagons?’” He played along with her.
Amber’s smiled dropped; Eduardo had reached for Leticia and gave her a kiss on her forehead. Amber turned away and walked around the automobile. “Damn, this is a nice car,” Amber solemnly expressed.
Eduardo noted Amber’s reaction, he felt guilty for having to put on such a show.
“Where’s Victor? I wanna show him my new car!” Leticia screeched, running away from the two of them for a moment.
Amber and Eduardo were left alone; unaided with the new Mercedes Benz station wagon, unaccompanied with their strong sexual attraction, alone with the thoughts of their last encounter in the motel room.
Amber shyly gazed away from him. Eduardo came in closer to her. “I wanna fuck you now,” Eduardo leered down at her. “You look remarkable. That dress, I wanna tear it down.”
When Eduardo was aroused, he was deadly. His lewd expression buckled Amber’s sturdy stance. “Where...how do we get outta here?”
Eduardo stepped away from Amber, at any given moment he was going to squeeze her. Her body, her nipples, they were so tempting. “I don’t know, but I’ll find a way.”
Victor came out with Leticia in a flash and eyed the car behind the two horny devils. “Man, what a great car. Damn boy, you’re making a shit load of money! Maybe I should have been an attorney!” Victor joked with Eduardo, patting him on his shoulder.
“Yah—well...” Eduardo breathed, escorting Leticia away from the car and back into the house.
Victor and Amber came together and wrapped their arms around each other’s waists. Eduardo glanced at Amber in that dress one last time as the couple strolled away. Amber purposely gazed back at him, toying with his enthusiasm for her.
“Pueda el reloj de Dios sobre nuestras familias. Otórguenos salud buena y mantenga alimento en nuestras mesas. Gracias Señor para esta comida maravillosa,” Fabrizio expressed, passing around slices of turkey.
“What did he just say?” Amber quietly asked Victor.
“He was thanking the Lord for this wonderful meal and asked to keep us all safe,” Victor expressed, kissing Amber lightly on her lips. Amber doesn’t kiss him back, but Victor doesn’t notice. Victor dives into the mound of food in front of him.
Amber glanced over at Eduardo. Eduardo turned his head slightly, having had to wince once again at that improvised devoted encounter.
They didn’t dare look at one another other than when it was appropriate. Victor and Amber were seated on one side of the table, while Eduardo and Leticia on the opposite.
Leticia was sitting next to Tiá Gemma chatting away about church and the recent gossip about Father Rodriguez and his aide and Kyra, her daughter, was next to her playing with some toys on the floor. Leticia kept one eye on Kyra and the other on Tiá Gemma while Eduardo was now speaking Spanish to his Tió Lamberto.
Amber was thankful that evening. Thankful she held Eduardo in close proximity and equally thankful she got to spend time with her mother and sister before they left for another dinner.
Later, Victor went outside with his cousins from Orange County and Amber went with him; she knew Eduardo was ten feet away from her, she could smell his cologne nearby. He had taken off his jacket by then, his maroon silk shirt enticing her to handle and Amber playfully gazed at him and then looked away. Eduardo jokingly smiled at her, peered away. It was a cat and mouse game—catch me if you can. But the anticipation of their next meeting was unbearable, where should they go? How do they leave without being unnoticed?
Eduardo brushed up against Amber as he approached his brother. She closed her eyes in delight as Victor and his cousin laughed at a private joke. “What’s so funny?” Eduardo asked them, guzzling down a beer.
Amber had a drink also—a margarita rimmed with salt. Sipping it gently she made sure Eduardo watched her lips as she brought up the salt from the edge of the glass with her tongue.
“Oh Justino was just talking about the time when we were little, when Mama and Papa took us to their house for Thanksgiving that one year. Do you remember?” Victor asked Eduardo who was mesmerized by Amber’s lewd gestures.
“Huh? Oh yah,” Eduardo stated, blinking back into consciousness, “When Tiá Sophie walked around with her dress stuffed inside her pantyhose?”
“Whuuuttt?” Amber chortled, realizing what they were discussing.
“Yah, my Tiá Sophie—she’s back in Mexico, by the way—we were young, you were ten, right Victor?” Eduardo asked, seemingly excited now about the distraction away from Amber. Victor nodded his head. “...And my poor Tiá walked out of the bathroom and never realized she had her dress stuffed inside her underwear! It was hilarious!”
“She walked around the party for almost an hour and nobody had the nerve to come up to her and tell her that we could see her chonies!” Victor concluded jovial.
They all were laughing when Leticia sprung up behind Amber. “Rosalba just asked me if I could go to the store and get some Cool-Whip for the pumpkin pie, she’s so embarrassed right now, you know how prepared she was for this.”
Amber stood back from Leticia’s closeness, “You’re kidding.”
“Mama forgot the whipped cream?” Eduardo joked with her, bringing his hand up to his heart, playing injured at the thought. “Whatever will we do?”
“Stop it...will you go to the store? I can’t, I’m in the middle of feeding Kyra, unless you want to feed her?” Leticia asked, batting her green eyes.
“Awe Leticia, you know she hates it when I try and feed her.”
“Yah—I know, I just thought I’d try. So will you go to the market then?” Leticia asked hopeful.
Eduardo gazed back at Amber. Amber finished her margarita; there was no more salt left on the rim of the glass for her to tongue. “Sure,” he expressed, beginning to walk aw
ay.
“Your Mom likes ‘Cool-Whip’, not some ordinary whipped cream Eduardo. You’ll find it in the frozen section.” Leticia let out knowing perfectly well her husband would be oblivious.
“Frozen section? You know I’m shopping-impaired,” Eduardo suddenly voiced upset.
“Oh heck,” Leticia gave out, looking at Amber fiddling with the curls on her hair. “Amber, you know what I’m talking about, right?”
Amber looked into Leticia’s green eyes. “Sure, Cool-Whip is usually by the frozen strawberries and pies.”
“Will you go with Eddie then? Show him which one she likes?” Leticia freely said, oblivious to the solicitation she just presented them.
Eduardo and Amber both shot looks at each other. “Com’on Amber, give me a lesson on whipped topping,” he said, waving her over to follow him.
Amber tapped her husband’s shoulder, “I’m going to go with Eduardo to the store, and I’ll be right back.”
Victor was in deep conversation with his cousin now and nodded his head to Amber in agreement.
Amber walked away with Eduardo. Unreal. Unbelievable. There they were on the inside sinners, on the outside, angels getting something sweet.
In the Mercedes Benz they were speechless and Eduardo pulled over to the side of the road on a busy street. “We’ll get the Cool-Whip first,” he breathed, fingering the inside of her thigh.
Amber let go a whimper of pleasure, “I’ll run in and get it.”
He looked across at her again, ravishing pink dress inviting him; she stared at his maroon shirt, dying for her to tear off. They come together in unison, kissing and groping each other’s bodies.
“Wait—wait –wait,” he suddenly declared, breaking away from her, “Not here, not on the fuckin’ street!”
Amber was crazed, “Where then? Where should we go?”
“I don’t know!” He yelled back at her.
“Think of something, Eduardo! Hurry, I can’t wait any longer.”
The urgency was irrefutable. Eduardo pressed his foot on the pedal, screeched the rubber on the new Firestone tires and reached the market in sixty seconds flat. Amber rushed out of the car and into the store. Five minutes later, she emerged out of the self-opening doors with several tubs of frozen Cool-Whip and surveyed the area where Eduardo once parked. He wasn’t there? Where the hell was he? Oh fuck, where the hell did he go? The sun had set and Amber slowly walked towards nowhere in the darkness. Then she eyed in the distance the corner of the lot. It was unlit and you could barely see the Mercedes Benz and Eduardo flashed the high beams at her. Why you little devil…
She ran towards the car, threw herself in and found him already in the passenger side. More room, she realized, pulling down her underwear, sitting on top of him already large and exposed. They go at it with incredible zest—it doesn’t last very long, it was too quick; they were too fired up. But the end was better.
She was still sitting on him, kissing his mouth with tender ardor when she said, “Oh Eduardo, I missed you.”
“I missed you too baby,” he said, kissing her back.
With tears falling from her eyes, the emotion poured out of her in full force. Was it possible? Did it exist? That just one kiss from a man could make you feel utterly emptied that all you want to do is load up and repeat on kissing him? Eduardo was a powerful lover. He took her to him unlike no other. Blame it on the machismo; blame it on his overconfidence, whatever it was, she wanted it entirely.
Amber stopped crying when she realized what was happening. He began moving her hips and was still rock hard and she moved in for more. “Oh God bless you—”
“God Amber, I love your body—” Eduardo gushed, pulling down the straps of her dress exposing her breasts to his wandering mouth.
This time it was slow, unhurried and gradual. Everyone could wait for the topping, couldn’t they? Who ate pumpkin pie without Cool-Whip?
Rosalba would make sure of it.
Twenty-Three
Green's Her Favorite Color
“Eduardo, can you take a look at this?” Amber asked, stopping cold in her tracks. Eduardo and his Personal Assistant Jackie were very close; he (sitting in his chair) while Jackie leaned over him seductively. What an intimate little portrait! Amber fumed with incredulity.
Eduardo looked across at Amber. Saw her eyes go from wide to narrow in a flash. “Amber—”
Hands on her hips, Amber gritted her teeth, “Am I interrupting something?”
Jackie looked up from what she was doing and straightened out her blouse. Gazing down at her chemise, she noticed a button unhinged and fastened it back up.
Eduardo watched Jackie do up her button and closed his eyes grasping how it came across and whom Amber would blame.
What the hell was she doing? Eduardo was still the same man, wasn’t he? Being his typical immodest self and not thinking about Amber’s feelings but only his own selfish needs? That was his nature, wasn’t it, excessive sexual desire? Amber should have known better than to just give up her self-control and sleep with him as easily as she did. She was making this far too unproblematic for him. She thought honestly that he wasn’t even sleeping with Leticia now; after all, she hadn’t been sleeping with Victor! Why would she need to? After having the finest, Victor was mediocre to her now (the sad, but awful truth) but there it was. And now, watching Eduardo’s guilty conscience surface on his face, she just felt the worst sort of idiot!
“Obviously,” Amber spat out slamming the door behind her.
Eduardo ran around his desk leaving Jackie dumb-founded. He noticed Amber practically running down the hallway and began running after her. “I need to speak to you,” he gruffly voiced, reaching up to her and grabbing her forearm from behind.
Amber yanked away from his grip causing a sight (yet again) in front of the Assistant quad. The twosome center stage, the Assistants were at the edge of their seats with anticipation. “Then just spit out what you have to say and end it already,” Amber voiced loudly, making sure to raise a plucked eyebrow or two.
Eduardo wasn’t going to play her childish game when he knew full well he was innocent, but trying to convince her otherwise? “Not here,” he replied, gazing around them. He grabbed her arm again and dragged her down the hallway and out the suite entrance.
Amber jerked away from his grip and dashed to the elevator fast, pressing the ‘downward’ button relentlessly. She crossed her arms and waited for its slow expectation.
“What’s wrong with you?” Eduardo demanded, encircling her.
“I knew you couldn’t be trusted!” Amber hollered, turning to look at him fully. “How can I trust a tiger that won’t change his spots?”
Eduardo guffawed; it was so ridiculous, endearing the way the veins in her neck started to project. “It’s stripes.”
“You condescending asshole!” Amber vehemently voiced, raising her hand in the air towards his cheek wanting to slap that patronizing smirk off his fucking face.
Eduardo held her arm firmly back. “My-my...where’s this all coming from dear?”
“I’m not your ‘dear’!” Amber yelled back at him, looking at the elevator finally open. She walked in—Eduardo snatched her body back.
“We’re not finished here!” He exclaimed, pushing her body practically into the elevator wall on the opposite side.
“Keep your filthy hands off me,” Amber protested, trying to push his tight clasp away from her shoulders, “I don’t want you ever touching me again!”
If he didn’t desire her in the worst kind of way, he would have given her what she demanded. To walk away, end it. Normally, when a woman threw accusations like that at him, he was guilty as charged; he would leave with no reservations. But when he wasn’t accountable (and this was Amber) he wanted further from her than he ever realized. “You look absolutely enticing by the way,” he scoffed, both hands still pressing her against the wall.
“Fuck you,” Amber fumed, “Let me go you arrogant asshole.”
; Eduardo did release her and waived both hands in the air in surrender, Amber’s expression showed fury, but her body spoke serenity. “Meet me at The Rose Motel & Gardens after work.”
Amber’s mouth flew open wide. “You’re a conceited bastard, you know that? If you think for one moment that I’d meet you after that answerable display then you’re sadly mistaken!”
Eduardo watched Amber storm away and back to the office when he yelled back at her, “Room ten.”
Amber got back to her desk. The nerve! Good Lord, she had never felt that much distrust in all her life!
What was it this passion? It made you feel sensations of the worst kind when the one you love was touching someone else. Amber was being controlled by emotion and fervor in full bloom. Passion was what possessed her now; it was all she could think of, want. She often read books about a character being controlled by his or her passion and wondered what the heck that felt like. She shot her husband in a fit of rage...what the heck was that all about? He was so enraged by the sight of seeing his wife with another man; he grabbed the scarf and choked her to death...huh? Explain that one to her! She stabbed her husband 106 times…106 times? What, the first twenty didn’t cut it? What emotion controlled such rage? She never felt that sensation before. She was passionless for the first ten years of her marriage to Victor and now she was being utterly controlled by the outbreak she had with his brother.
Tears swelled her eyes when she spotted Eduardo exiting the office with his briefcase in his hand. Amber needed to resolve this and solve it now. She ambled over to Jackie and threw her files on top of her desk in a loud thud.
“What the—” Jackie shockingly exclaimed looking up at Amber bewildered.
“Stay away from him.”
Jackie was dumb-founded, “Stay away from whom?”
“Eduardo,” Amber said, realizing that she was acting like a raving jealous bitch.
Jackie obviously mistook her suspicion for simple sister-in-law protectiveness and said, “He’s my boss Amber. And besides, he’s not even my type.”
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