Chapter 5

 

Chris

 

Why I suggested granitas with Mary, I’ll never know. Maybe it was because my dick was still threatening to jump out of my pants from a kiss with the girl and I needed to cool off.

This was supposed to be a fake relationship for publicity, but when she bit down on that bottom lip, and I felt her mouth on mine, there was no faking anything, at least on my end.

Maybe because she was an actress, she had the part down, so I knew I couldn’t count on anything with her.

This was a job. The next step in my career, but I was at least going to have some fun while we were at it.

“This is the guy. Right up here.” I pointed out the window as Miguel Santos stood next to the little silver cart attached to his old bicycle. There was a little sign attached to the rusted cart that his daughter made, advertising the different flavors of granitas and a little boom box sat on top of the cart, playing some salsa music.

“Are you sure about this place?” Brian asked, gaping out the window.

Lance, the driver, laughed, shoving the guy’s arm as he pulled into a parking spot. “Like this doesn’t remind you of our old neighborhood in Queens. Back when your Nanu used to give us a dollar and a note, so we could go down to the bodega to get him his smokes. The day that old bastard died was one of the happiest days of both of our lives,” Lance said, his voice way higher than the brooding bodyguard in the passenger seat did.

“Times have changed,” Brian grumbled.

“Come on,” I opened the door, sliding out then turned to Mary, putting my hand out.

She did the same upper lip curl the first time I saw her, and I was afraid she’d get in the car and get the hell out of there, but instead, she took my hand and leaped onto the sidewalk.

An announcer said a few things in Spanish over the radio before a Carlos Santana song started playing. I could recognize his guitar riffs anywhere, even if he was doing work now with different R&B stars.

“Music like this gets you moving, doesn’t it?” I asked, turning my back toward the cart and moving my feet to the beat.

“What are you doing?” Mary raised an eyebrow, Lance and Brian giving the same quizzical looks as the followed behind us.

“Come on, Maryyyyy Marrrryyyy,” I sang along to the tune of the music as I put my hand out to her.

“Chris. Stop it,” she whispered, looking around at the few people who were mingling around on their stoops or stopping by the little vendor.

“Come on, Princessa, I know you can move. I’ve seen your show,” I said, taking a chance and grabbing her hand and pulling her to me. With one hand on her lower back, and my other hand tightly grasped onto hers as we pressed our hips together.

“Just sway with the music, Princessa,” I whispered, staring into those endless blue eyes of hers.

Thinking I’d have to lead her along, I started slow, moving one foot forward then back, but she surprised me with a sexy smirk before she picked up the pace and spun, resting her plump little ass firmly against my cock as she swayed to the beat.

The people on their stoops got up, forming a small circle around us, whooping and clapping.

I grabbed Mary’s hand and whirled her around then we moved again, our foreheads pressed together, our movements in sync as we felt the music.

I couldn’t remember the last time I danced with someone other than one of my cousins at a wedding and never had it made my dick swell like it did watching Mary’s hot little body sway to the music.

The chorus picked up for the last time, so I grabbed her hips, lifting her effortlessly and spinning her as the vocals filled the air, the crowd whistling around us.

Mary smiled down at me, the first genuine smile I’d seen on the girl. Slowly I brought her down to a dip, and she put her hands to my face, our breathing in sync as we locked eyes, the song coming to an end.

I couldn’t even enjoy the moment with her because the crowd of people was already clamoring for her autograph and beefcake Brian was trying to pull her away and edging her toward the car as she signed some napkins and took pictures with the different people approaching her who were talking a mile a minute in broken English.

Instead of trying to go through the crowd and fight them, I turned to the vendor and ordered two granitas.

Then it was as if the chocolate frozen goodness was a beacon calling to Mary and she pushed through the crowd until she was right in front of me.

I held up her little Styrofoam cup. “I promised you dessert. I didn’t bargain for dancing too, but it was a nice addition.”

She smirked, grabbing the cup, putting the plastic spoon in her mouth. Those plump read lips surrounded the utensil, and I tried not to think too hard about those same lips wrapped around my cock. I was already in blue ball city as it was and I didn’t want to burst right there in the middle of the street.

“This is a damn good granita, Instagram model,” she said, licking the chocolate off her lips.

God damn, this woman was going to be the death of me.

“You ready, Mary?” Brian asked, a scowl in my direction.

“I, uh, I guess,” she stammered, a flicker of doubt crossing her face before her eyes met mine again. “Brunch tomorrow? We can talk…business…”

Something about the way her pink tongue flickered across her lip when she said business had my stomach doing flip-flops.

I just met this girl.

Danced with her.

Kissed her.

Now I had a fake relationship with her.

A client.

Someone who could make or break my job and quite possibly my dick.

“Brunch it is, Princessa,” I smiled and brought her hand to my lips, kissing it before she disappeared into the car like my Cinderella, dashing away at midnight.