.”
Wonder whose party he’s going to Friday night? Wendy thought as she walked back to the table.
“So Al can speak Spanish?” Wendy asked Adrienne as she sat down.
“No. He can barely manage ‘ hola ’,” Adrienne said.
Huh , Wendy thought. I thought that was Al’s Chicago accent mixed with Spanish, but maybe it was someone else I overheard ?
Al returned to the table just as the waiter arrived with the Vouvray.
He tasted the wine, nodded his approval then asked, “What are you ladies up to tonight?”
“A friend of ours suggested Club Caliente.” Vivian drained her champagne glass. “We wanted to go salsa dancing, and it’s supposed to be the best place in town. Y’all should join us.”
Al started to shake his head, but Adrienne said, “We’d love to. I don’t know how to salsa dance, but it sounds like fun!”
Al gave her a look so she put on her puppy dog face.
“Sounds like a plan then,” he said, giving in.
Vivian suggested a toast with the wine: “To spicy-hot salsa dancing aye aye aye !” Clink!
A swarm of servers removed their appetizer plates and delivered dinner. Everyone was quiet while they dug in. The fish was perfectly grilled, and the sides complimented it well. Vivian loved it in combination with the Vouvray. This is hands down the best dinner I’ve had since I don’t know when. It’s not like Rick ever took me out for something like this .
After they finished dinner the waiter offered soufflés for dessert. They couldn’t eat another bite so they politely declined.
As the group left for Club Caliente, Wendy saw a scowl cross Al’s face. She glanced over at the poolside bar and saw the creepy guy with the ponytail. He had a clear view of their table from where he sat. Wendy glanced at Al, their eyes locked for a moment but then he looked away.
CHAPTER 17
THE GIRLS, Al and Adrienne strolled down the sandy streets of Playa del Carmen, making their way to Club Caliente. Children still played in the street, though it was well after dark. A few other tourists were out, in search of libations.
“So how did y’all meet?” Vivian asked Al and Adrienne.
“I was a Luvabull,” Adrienne began the story.
“A whattabull?”
“A Luvabull,” Adrienne said. “It was 15 years ago. I was a cheerleader for the Chicago Bulls, they’re called Luvabulls. Al is a huge Bulls fan so he hosted a charity event at his restaurant. The Luvabulls were the grand finale auction item. He bought me in the auction and we went on a date. I knew the first night he was the one .”
“He bought you in an auction?” Vivian asked.
“The single girls agreed to be auctioned off to the highest bidder for a date. All of the money went to charity so I agreed to be in it. It was the best decision of my life — I met my sweetheart.” She took his hand as they walked.
“I bet you cost him a pretty penny. What’d you go for?” Vivian asked.
“Viv!” Kate yelled at her. “That’s not nice.”
“It’s okay,” Adrienne said. “He bought me for $5,000, and I’m totally worth it!”
Al brought her hand to his lips and kissed her palm. “You are worth it, baby,” then he let her hand go and smacked her ass.
“Trust me; he’s paid for a lot more over the years.” Adrienne not-so-subtlety adjusted her boobs.
They all laughed.
A few minutes later they arrived at Club Caliente and Vivian thought it was aptly named. It was just that, hot . The a/c was broken, non-existent, or they didn’t turn it on. Geez! The thick humidity turned Vivian’s hair into a frizz-ball and kicked her sweat glands into overdrive. No sweat circles, though, cuz she was spaghetti strappin’ it.
All of the people in the club looked like they belonged on the cover of a magazine. Young, sexy, beautiful. They must stay in shape walking up the gazillion stairs to get in here , Vivian thought.
Though hot and humid inside, the music invigorated Vivian and made her want to dance, but she was
Wonder whose party he’s going to Friday night? Wendy thought as she walked back to the table.
“So Al can speak Spanish?” Wendy asked Adrienne as she sat down.
“No. He can barely manage ‘ hola ’,” Adrienne said.
Huh , Wendy thought. I thought that was Al’s Chicago accent mixed with Spanish, but maybe it was someone else I overheard ?
Al returned to the table just as the waiter arrived with the Vouvray.
He tasted the wine, nodded his approval then asked, “What are you ladies up to tonight?”
“A friend of ours suggested Club Caliente.” Vivian drained her champagne glass. “We wanted to go salsa dancing, and it’s supposed to be the best place in town. Y’all should join us.”
Al started to shake his head, but Adrienne said, “We’d love to. I don’t know how to salsa dance, but it sounds like fun!”
Al gave her a look so she put on her puppy dog face.
“Sounds like a plan then,” he said, giving in.
Vivian suggested a toast with the wine: “To spicy-hot salsa dancing aye aye aye !” Clink!
A swarm of servers removed their appetizer plates and delivered dinner. Everyone was quiet while they dug in. The fish was perfectly grilled, and the sides complimented it well. Vivian loved it in combination with the Vouvray. This is hands down the best dinner I’ve had since I don’t know when. It’s not like Rick ever took me out for something like this .
After they finished dinner the waiter offered soufflés for dessert. They couldn’t eat another bite so they politely declined.
As the group left for Club Caliente, Wendy saw a scowl cross Al’s face. She glanced over at the poolside bar and saw the creepy guy with the ponytail. He had a clear view of their table from where he sat. Wendy glanced at Al, their eyes locked for a moment but then he looked away.
CHAPTER 17
THE GIRLS, Al and Adrienne strolled down the sandy streets of Playa del Carmen, making their way to Club Caliente. Children still played in the street, though it was well after dark. A few other tourists were out, in search of libations.
“So how did y’all meet?” Vivian asked Al and Adrienne.
“I was a Luvabull,” Adrienne began the story.
“A whattabull?”
“A Luvabull,” Adrienne said. “It was 15 years ago. I was a cheerleader for the Chicago Bulls, they’re called Luvabulls. Al is a huge Bulls fan so he hosted a charity event at his restaurant. The Luvabulls were the grand finale auction item. He bought me in the auction and we went on a date. I knew the first night he was the one .”
“He bought you in an auction?” Vivian asked.
“The single girls agreed to be auctioned off to the highest bidder for a date. All of the money went to charity so I agreed to be in it. It was the best decision of my life — I met my sweetheart.” She took his hand as they walked.
“I bet you cost him a pretty penny. What’d you go for?” Vivian asked.
“Viv!” Kate yelled at her. “That’s not nice.”
“It’s okay,” Adrienne said. “He bought me for $5,000, and I’m totally worth it!”
Al brought her hand to his lips and kissed her palm. “You are worth it, baby,” then he let her hand go and smacked her ass.
“Trust me; he’s paid for a lot more over the years.” Adrienne not-so-subtlety adjusted her boobs.
They all laughed.
A few minutes later they arrived at Club Caliente and Vivian thought it was aptly named. It was just that, hot . The a/c was broken, non-existent, or they didn’t turn it on. Geez! The thick humidity turned Vivian’s hair into a frizz-ball and kicked her sweat glands into overdrive. No sweat circles, though, cuz she was spaghetti strappin’ it.
All of the people in the club looked like they belonged on the cover of a magazine. Young, sexy, beautiful. They must stay in shape walking up the gazillion stairs to get in here , Vivian thought.
Though hot and humid inside, the music invigorated Vivian and made her want to dance, but she was
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