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It was the last song of the night. It had to be around 2 am. Bridgette was still dancing in Rome's arms, watching him with his piercing gaze, knowing he was waiting for what's next."Let's go, after this dance," she says, not giving reason a chance to voice a single thought.They smiled at one another as Bridgette's hand was tucked securely in Rome's, as if to keep her from running away. He took a bottle of wine off of one of the tables and said, with a smug smile, "It is something guys do when they are leaving a club or party with a pretty girl for the night."But Rome couldn't care less about being smug. He knew he had the hottest girl on his arm, and they were leaving together to start their all-night rendezvous. They headed out the front door of the nightclub and hailed the first taxi. Bridgette says, "Where is the nearest expensive hotel?" It was a nearly 25-minute drive. "Please take us there, " Bridgette told the taxi driver.Rome protests that he was pretty tipsy. "No, take
"Oh, no! No! It's just that. You remind me of myself in some ways, minus all the luscious curves." She slaps Rome on his lovely capital C buttocks. "I beg to differ." She winked at him and then looked at his butt."Wait! Close your eyes, it's my turn to surprise you," Bridgette says, smiling cutely.Before he could do anything else, he stared at her face. Rome knew they were from two separate worlds, two totally different nationalities and backgrounds. Yet being with her seemed so right. It didn't matter that he was from another part of the globe. It's only one globe.Rome smiles at her pretty face as if he couldn't believe what he was experiencing. She was beautiful and sizzling hot! But something else about her was so beautiful. Rome just stares at her. You can see he adores her tremendously. She encourages him again. "Come on, close your eyes," she says, taking her hand brushing lightly over his eyes to close them. Rome folds his arms across his chest.Rome says to her. "I thin
"Look at you. Thank you for the compliment. So we danced together?""Yes, most of the night. I do remember that much," Bridgette said, pouting a little."I feel so bad, I’m going to have to stop drinking," Rome said, hanging and shaking his head once again."This is pitiful. I was with a gorgeous girl like you, for the second time in my life, and I can't remember any of it."Bridgette laughed softly. To make them both feel better, she placed her hand on top of his."You're a great kisser, despite being unable to sing." She snickers, batting those long lashes.The touch of her hand against his set him ablaze instantly. "I kissed you? Oh, what was that like?!" He inquired excitedly.Rome sat there shaking his head, upset with himself for drinking too much, and his memory appeared to be wiped clean. "Only one hint, Mr..."He looked up. "What's the...."She placed a kiss on his cheek before he could finish his statement, which made them both laugh. He just knew she was going to kiss him
"Wait?" Bridgette stopped to think about last night. It all was quite shocking to her too, since she didn't think of being with a Hispanic man or having him as a partner, it wasn't anything personal. Usually, they are just out of her sight, thus being out of her mind. But it must have been something about this guy that got her in this precarious predicament."I don't mind having breakfast with you. But can I go home and change? That will give you a chance to freshen up." Rome stands there listening to her sexy way of speaking. Bridgette looks at her watch. "So let's meet in the next 30 minutes downstairs in the hotel restaurant?""Sounds great! I'll see you in 30 minutes." Rome says, bowing as she leaves the room, as they both smile, attracted to one another.Brunch in the Hotel:The hostess smiles, directing Rome over to a table that was accompanied by a fantastic view of the city. He sat there waiting, looking debonaire. Wearing a striped white, gray, and black linen jacket. With a
~ A Reflection~How much alcohol had it taken to get Rome where he couldn't entirely lift his head off the pillow? It was a good starter question. Something like this has never happened to him. Whose warm body was this sleeping next to him? He was divorce and had no wife. So who was she? That was an even bigger unanswered question! The feel of soft flesh made him smile in his sleep. This scene was a great reminder of how much fun Rome had last night.Rome couldn't remember a thing. He struggled to open his eyes. The memory of what happened between him and the layon next to him was a dream. Just knew all of this, including his thoughts, had to be a dream or a figment of my mind. He finally forced his glued eyelids apart, blinking from the burn he felt in his eyeballs. With each blink, he sees creamy skin and a pretty face. Closing his burning eyes again, telling his brain to relax and focus. He opens them again, and all he sees is, excepti,onally, long, red hair sprawled all over the p
Rome had dealt with enough women to know them. He could tell the type he liked right off without a word. He was giving her that coy smile of his. She flashed a cordial smile back at him. “I owe you that rain check, right?” Rome's eyes were peering and staring at Bridgette."Don’t look at me like you're sweet and innocent. You're not fooling anyone but your dad. You’re not sweet.” Rome says as his eyes narrow sexily at her."I think we should start over.” "I just might do that," Rome says as their eyes stay locked on one another, flirting. She turned away first, breaking their eye contact, to conveniently look away. “Let’s go.” Fifteen minutes later, they ended up in the city at a nightclub. Swish, swish, swish! As she walked to the dance floor, Rome almost got whiplash watching her hips move. Those hips and her very whole backside. Her dress had the pleasure of hugging, leaving him with no choice but to want to hug it too.Rome noticed her soft hands accompanied by long, polis