Chapter 3
Salay
There are two things I hate coming to find me in my beach-based sanctuary.
Debt collectors and daddy douche’s pals.
Except for this one.
This oneI’d let give me mouth to mouth.
No actual drowning required.
Hell, I’d take mouth to tail.
Something tells me he’s into that.
Victor Garcia, the older, light honey-pecan skinned man who’s trying much too hard to look shore side relaxed – something he clearly is not – casually slides onto the wicker barstool beside me and purrs, “Salay.”
I don’t bother pulling my attention away from the flat screen that’s playingWeekend at Bernie’s.“Garcia.”
“I didn’t think it was humanly possible for you to get anymore beautiful,” compliments the attorney I swear could talk himself or his client out ofanycrime.“Then again…I’ve always had my suspicions that you weren’tactuallyhuman.”He waits for my buttery caramel brown colored face to angle itself in his direction.“Afterall, you do bear the same name as the goddess of the sea.”
“Poseidon was married?”awkwardly questions the much younger male lingering beside him.“When did that happen?”
“When he finally stopped fucking around on her,” I effortlessly answer, attention shifting over to him.“And Poseidon was theGreekGod of the Sea.His Goddess was Amphitrite.Neptune was theRomanGod of the Sea.And his Goddess was-”
“Salacia,” finishes Garcia, smooth voice successfully redirecting my dark brown stare back to his.“Which was fitting for you since you wereliterallyborn in the water.”
“You were?!”croaks his adorable floral shirt sporting assistant.
Or nephew?
Not really sure how they know each other or who the delicious, shaggy-haired treat is at all.
“Water births are a real thing, little one,” I sassily inform.
“That 3-Ds have on purpose?!”
“Better than on accident.”
His mouth momentarily remains frozen, but shuts once his internal contemplation agrees with my conclusion.
“From what I recall,” Garcia begins again, summoning my gaze once more, “your mother – may she rest in peace – loved discussing Roman Gods atadmore than the Greeks, but a tad less than the Norse, yet enjoyed teaching about the Egyptians and Africans the most due to the captivated response she received from her students.”
“And from whatIrecall,” my face cranes itself in a little closer, “she warned me to stay away from men in suits and ties and that drop panties with their smiles.”I let the corners of my unpainted lips flirtatiously curl upward.“You may be out of the former, but we both know you’ll always have the latter.”An unmistakable grumble escapes the young dude beside him prompting me to shoot him a lascivious wink.“Same goes for you, little one.”
Despite the red shades creeping into his complexion, he huffs, “I’m not that little.”
“And I bet you’re just itchin’ to prove it,” is attached to the waggling of my dark eyebrows.“All night if I let you.”
This time it’s Garcia that releases a low rumble of disapproval.
Huh.
Why didn’t the mystery man being his boyfriend cross my mind sooner?
And why does them being together make the older, well put together gent that’s always been off-limits, even more fucking scrumptious?
