roof. “Substitute?”
“Tamarind?”
“Too tart.”
“Strawberry?”
“Too seedy.”
“Cherry?”
“Cherry, peach and banana? Don’t that sound weird to you? It’s almost too fruity.”
“Yeah, but so wa s plum, peach and banana.”
“Why you didn’t say something earlier? Hold on.” There was an airport employee standing at her window. Fiona rolled it down and removed her sunglasses. “Hi. I’m not supposed to be here, right?”
“No, you can’t park here because – Fiona Love! I’m a huge fan. When are you coming out with another album?”
Fiona laugh ed. “You don’t like my movies?”
“I haven’t missed one y et, but I love your music too.”
“I might have something for you to taste soon. Is there any way I could stay here for a few more minutes? My friend should have landed by now, and you know how it is with the paparazzi in airports.”
“No problem! What flight is your friend on? I’l l check to see if it’s in yet.”
“United 769 from LA . Netty.”
“Yeah?”
“Lemme call you right back.”
The skycap was talking on his walkie talkie. “It landed a few minutes ago,” he came back to report. “Why don’t you scoot up a little and pull closer to the curb? I’ll make sure you don’t get a ticket.”
“What’s your name?”
“Rodney.”
“Thank you, Rodney. I appreciate your help.”
Ten minutes later Daney appeared.
He looks beautiful .
Fiona rolled down the passenger window to yell, “D!”
He turned, and the smile that lit up his face had her hand on the door handle, ready to hop out and jump into his arms. She restrained herself, and managed to look composed when he threw his duffle in the back and slid in.
“Hey, boo,” she rasped, offering him a sexy sideways grin.
“Hey,” he said and pulled her into a bone-crushing squeeze and a kiss that left her gasping.
“Well,” she whispered, when he finally let her go. “I guess I don’t have to ask if you missed me.”
Her phone rang.
“Peace.”
“What about the cake, yo?”
“Shit! I don’t know. Now that you mention it all that shit seems over-the-top for one dessert. Pick whatever you think people will enjoy most.”
“Carrot cake.”
“That’s your favorite.”
“People like carrot cake.”
“No, Netty. Just get a carrot cake for the house if you want one.”
“‘ Kay. Give Daney a kiss for me.”
Fiona laughed. “Kiss him yourself when we get home.”
“Hold on, Cleo just walked in.”
Daney had been busily raising the skirt of her dress. He grunted when he found she was again sans underwear.
“Feef.”
“Hmmm?”
“Are you fuckin’ in the car? Could you please wait like 20 minutes until you’re at home?”
“The windows are tinted, dude.”
“I don’t give a shit! Use your fuckin’ head, for fuck’s sake! I—” Fiona heard Netty yelling something in the background before the phone slipped from her hand. Daney had just slipped two fingers between her –
“Fiona!” two irritated female voices yelled from the floor of the car.
She scrambled for the phone and asked a breathless “What?”
“You need to go by the spot and proof the final gift bag shit.”
“Can’t you do it?” she aske d Cleo. “You know what I like.”
“You have the car, asshole. I can’t find the fuckin’ keys to the Benz! You know I hate New York cabs.”
By the time she and Daney made it home he’d already given her one orgasm, while she was driving no less. He fell asleep after they fucked that first time. He’d been working flat out, cramming things in so he could be out here with her. Fiona wasn’t sleepy, but she lay there beside him, drowsing and enjoying the way his weight dipped the mattress and caused her body to bump up against his.
“Wake up. I got the script for the next Transplants show.” Cleo shook Fiona’s shoulder. “It’s great, but you and Tino are doing some serious making out.”
Fiona held a finger over her lips and pointed
“Tamarind?”
“Too tart.”
“Strawberry?”
“Too seedy.”
“Cherry?”
“Cherry, peach and banana? Don’t that sound weird to you? It’s almost too fruity.”
“Yeah, but so wa s plum, peach and banana.”
“Why you didn’t say something earlier? Hold on.” There was an airport employee standing at her window. Fiona rolled it down and removed her sunglasses. “Hi. I’m not supposed to be here, right?”
“No, you can’t park here because – Fiona Love! I’m a huge fan. When are you coming out with another album?”
Fiona laugh ed. “You don’t like my movies?”
“I haven’t missed one y et, but I love your music too.”
“I might have something for you to taste soon. Is there any way I could stay here for a few more minutes? My friend should have landed by now, and you know how it is with the paparazzi in airports.”
“No problem! What flight is your friend on? I’l l check to see if it’s in yet.”
“United 769 from LA . Netty.”
“Yeah?”
“Lemme call you right back.”
The skycap was talking on his walkie talkie. “It landed a few minutes ago,” he came back to report. “Why don’t you scoot up a little and pull closer to the curb? I’ll make sure you don’t get a ticket.”
“What’s your name?”
“Rodney.”
“Thank you, Rodney. I appreciate your help.”
Ten minutes later Daney appeared.
He looks beautiful .
Fiona rolled down the passenger window to yell, “D!”
He turned, and the smile that lit up his face had her hand on the door handle, ready to hop out and jump into his arms. She restrained herself, and managed to look composed when he threw his duffle in the back and slid in.
“Hey, boo,” she rasped, offering him a sexy sideways grin.
“Hey,” he said and pulled her into a bone-crushing squeeze and a kiss that left her gasping.
“Well,” she whispered, when he finally let her go. “I guess I don’t have to ask if you missed me.”
Her phone rang.
“Peace.”
“What about the cake, yo?”
“Shit! I don’t know. Now that you mention it all that shit seems over-the-top for one dessert. Pick whatever you think people will enjoy most.”
“Carrot cake.”
“That’s your favorite.”
“People like carrot cake.”
“No, Netty. Just get a carrot cake for the house if you want one.”
“‘ Kay. Give Daney a kiss for me.”
Fiona laughed. “Kiss him yourself when we get home.”
“Hold on, Cleo just walked in.”
Daney had been busily raising the skirt of her dress. He grunted when he found she was again sans underwear.
“Feef.”
“Hmmm?”
“Are you fuckin’ in the car? Could you please wait like 20 minutes until you’re at home?”
“The windows are tinted, dude.”
“I don’t give a shit! Use your fuckin’ head, for fuck’s sake! I—” Fiona heard Netty yelling something in the background before the phone slipped from her hand. Daney had just slipped two fingers between her –
“Fiona!” two irritated female voices yelled from the floor of the car.
She scrambled for the phone and asked a breathless “What?”
“You need to go by the spot and proof the final gift bag shit.”
“Can’t you do it?” she aske d Cleo. “You know what I like.”
“You have the car, asshole. I can’t find the fuckin’ keys to the Benz! You know I hate New York cabs.”
By the time she and Daney made it home he’d already given her one orgasm, while she was driving no less. He fell asleep after they fucked that first time. He’d been working flat out, cramming things in so he could be out here with her. Fiona wasn’t sleepy, but she lay there beside him, drowsing and enjoying the way his weight dipped the mattress and caused her body to bump up against his.
“Wake up. I got the script for the next Transplants show.” Cleo shook Fiona’s shoulder. “It’s great, but you and Tino are doing some serious making out.”
Fiona held a finger over her lips and pointed
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