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I start to close my browser when another message come through.
To: RCarras
From: Lucía
Subject: Re:re:re Your request.
What’s 55? I’m not ready to swim. And your yoga isn’t progressing, you need more practice.
See you tomorrow.
LV
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I chuckle. She’s right that I’m not progressing. I still can’t do that fucking headstand.
From: RCarras
To: Lucía
Subject: Roman numerals.
LV = 55. You’re more than ready to swim.
R.
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An hour later, she hasn’t responded. But our email exchange has made me want to talk to her some more. I decide I’m going back to Malibu tonight. I pick up the phone and call her.
She answers on the first ring.
“Hello?” Her voice is so sultry. Her hello sounds like a “come here.”
I clear my throat. “Fifty-five, it’s me. Dinner tonight. I’ll pick you up at seven.”
“Please don’t call me that. It’s weird. And seven o’clock should be fine.”
“It’s not weird. It’s actually perfect. If that’s how you always sign your name, I’m sure there are a bunch of people who call you that for short.”
She huffs, but I can tell she’s smiling. “Fine.”
As I hang up, I feel myself perking up at the thought of seeing her. She’s got me tied in knots. And I’m not sure that I mind anymore.
At seven on the dot, I knock on Lucía’s front door. I see her come out of her bedroom. I’m holding flowers and when she looks at me and sees them, she smiles widely. She looks gorgeous. Her white dress is sleeveless and shows off her beautiful shoulders. Her silky, golden skin glistens where her breasts swell at the top of the dress and my mouth waters. The dress’s bodice is caught at the waist with a wide white belt that shows off her amazing body. Her hair is shining and her lips are coated in that red lipstick that I think of as her trademark. She’s wearing black open toe heels tonight and her legs look amazing. They’d look even better draped over my shoulders. . .
When she opens the door, the ocean breeze catches the short lacy skirt of her dress. It billows around her thighs, showing me more of that incredible skin of hers. Her scent is different tonight. All flowery and sultry.
I can’t seem to remember why I needed to keep my distance from her. Every time I see her, I learn something about her that makes me feel like I’m crazy for not pursuing her.
“Hey,” I say hoping I don’t sound as hungry for her as I feel. I bend to press a kiss to her cheek. Her hair is floating around her face and I push it back a little to expose her ear and let another kiss land there.
“Hi,” she breathes back as she sways toward me.
