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“Yo! Heading out! So great hanging with you!”
Startled, I forgot Kilo had stayed the night. He emerges from downstairs.
“Hey! I must confess, I forgot you crashed here.”
“That’s fine. Micola didn’t. We had a great walk this morning.”
“Oh! Where is she now?”
I hope I don’t sound as clueless as I think.
“Downstairs, hanging out with the plantsandscoring a deal for you.”
“A deal? What kind of deal?”
Kilo places his hand on my shoulder.
“Panther Duke. The sculptor.”
My fork slides out of my hand, making a thud against the island. Blood soars through my body as I push back my stool and get up.
“What?”
“Oh, yea. Panther’s my pal! I was on the phone with him this morning, and when I told him I was walking with Micola Costa, he demanded to speak with her.”
“Hmm?” I’m eagerly curious if Micola knows Panther or is just now conversing with him.
I can’t give too much away, although the excitement in my bones is thick.
“Panther had no idea there was a Costa in Brooklyn working with disadvantaged youth. Got him extremely excited. But, Micola knows more. I gotta go.” Kilo pats my back.
“Where is she?”
This news is exhilarating. I’ve been plotting how to approach Panther Duke for the past few months. Always assumed he wouldn’t care for a billionaire like myself. Hailing out of Haiti, Panther Duke is a massive talent in the sculpture world.
“She’s got him on WhatsApp right now. Downstairs in that fascinating garden.” Kilo pecks my cheek and declares, “Later! Isn’t that what you guys say? Later?”
“Yes! Later!” I respond with a side hug as I try to keep my composure from looking like a dorky excited kid.
Kilo hurries down the stairs as I catch my breath. Panther fucking Duke! What kind of deal is she setting up with him for me? I need to make sure she asks for what’s needed. Does she even have a clue how to talk business? Maybe she’s just establishing a relationship.
I finish off my bagel lox, and before I wipe my mouth, Micola is walking up the stairs dressed in a plum halter top and yoga pants. Her bob is pushed back from framing her face with a headband. It only exposes more of her beauty. I wonder how often she revisited our small intense moment last night. God, I came too quickly for my liking, but who’d blame me? Look at this woman who was masturbating onmyveranda withmein mind.
She gives me a gentle expression before her eyes awaken to the breakfast that’s awaiting her.
“Wow.”
“I know what you like,” I say with a pinch of pride.
She responds with a demure grin, but I can see the fire in her eyes she’s begging to hold within.
“Thank you.” She clears her throat.
“Kilo left.”
“I know. He’s hilarious.”
“You guys went for a walk? I’m surprised. He was hammered last night.”
