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radio. A precocious child at Fits and Giggles. An ad in a fashion magazine highlighting a designer watch. Even the Escalades and Beemers she had seen –
a dime a dozen in L.A. – Zoe wondered if those vehicles were customized the same way Joey had his.
She knew what the situation was between her and Joey and they both agreed to take it slow. That was only on the first night while she was in New York and that whole, “taking it slow” spiel was a crock of shit by the end of their second date. They weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend but being “just friends” was a distant memory. So when Joey suggested a hotel stay while he visited her in L.A., Zoe offered her place, knowing damn well there was going to be no way in blue hell they were going to sleep in separate bedrooms.
Now Zoe had another concern – if she could still remember how to have sex. It had been so long since she’s gotten some, she believed Bush was still in office.
****
“There’s my girl!” Joey bellowed out as he caught eyes with Zoe.
Whatever nervousness Zoe had, it quickly dissipated when she caught eyes with Joey
again. Video-chatting was good and fine but seeing him in person made the difference. She rushed to him and jumped in his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and planted a steamy kiss on his lips. At that moment, it was only them in the universe. No him, no her, just them.
Dared she thought it, but Zoe felt complete with Joey. There was no other explanation.
When he finally put her down, they both took a moment to look into the depths of each other’s eyes. She saw want and desire in his. He saw passion and excitement in hers. Whatever their situation was, it was clear to both of them it was no longer just two people feeling each other out. Come hell or high water, they were going to make their relationship work.
“Are you hungry?” Zoe asked as Joey picked up his messenger bag. “I know this great
Brazilian place we can go to.”
“Sounds amazing. I would love to try it.” Joey grabbed Zoe’s hand and smiled at her, taking Zoe by surprise. “Unless I wasn’t allowed to do that.”
“No,” Zoe’s voice came out several pitches higher than she expected. She quickly cleared her throat. “I’m saying you can hold my hand and whatever.”
“So this means I can do whatever to you later?” He asked.
A slow smile curved Zoe’s lips. “You only have a week to prove yourself.”
“I’ll take that Pepsi challenge.”
****
“So this is it,” Zoe entered her condo, “this is my sweet abode.”
Joey looked around Zoe’s place. It was a large condo with an open space and vaulted
ceilings. The living room was Old Hollywood, with pictures of Marilyn Monroe, the Rat Pack, and other legendary Hollywood stars framing a large flat-screen TV. The dining room was modern with a small oak table and chairs and was adorned with the roses he had sent to her. The kitchen had a Midwestern country feel to it, with Mason jars lined up along the wall of the kitchen counter and each had a different item within it from tea bags to sugar to cookies.
Zoe’s bedroom looked like it came straight out of a designer showcase, with brown and taupe being the main colors. A queen-sized bed was complemented with a white padded
headboard and a brown chaise lounge at the feet. A chandelier hung overhead and across from the sliding doors leading to the long balcony. Another flat-screen TV hung on the wall and there was a large walk-in closet that was across from a sizable bathroom decked out in various shades of green, almost reminding Joey of a spa.
It was clear to him at that moment that Zoe was what he considered to be old money and it reminded him of something he learned from one of his professors – New Money flashes while Old Money saves.
“So what do you think?” She asked with a bounce in her step.
“How much is my brother paying you?” Joey laughed. “I mean your place is incredible. I never would’ve thought you
a dime a dozen in L.A. – Zoe wondered if those vehicles were customized the same way Joey had his.
She knew what the situation was between her and Joey and they both agreed to take it slow. That was only on the first night while she was in New York and that whole, “taking it slow” spiel was a crock of shit by the end of their second date. They weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend but being “just friends” was a distant memory. So when Joey suggested a hotel stay while he visited her in L.A., Zoe offered her place, knowing damn well there was going to be no way in blue hell they were going to sleep in separate bedrooms.
Now Zoe had another concern – if she could still remember how to have sex. It had been so long since she’s gotten some, she believed Bush was still in office.
****
“There’s my girl!” Joey bellowed out as he caught eyes with Zoe.
Whatever nervousness Zoe had, it quickly dissipated when she caught eyes with Joey
again. Video-chatting was good and fine but seeing him in person made the difference. She rushed to him and jumped in his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and planted a steamy kiss on his lips. At that moment, it was only them in the universe. No him, no her, just them.
Dared she thought it, but Zoe felt complete with Joey. There was no other explanation.
When he finally put her down, they both took a moment to look into the depths of each other’s eyes. She saw want and desire in his. He saw passion and excitement in hers. Whatever their situation was, it was clear to both of them it was no longer just two people feeling each other out. Come hell or high water, they were going to make their relationship work.
“Are you hungry?” Zoe asked as Joey picked up his messenger bag. “I know this great
Brazilian place we can go to.”
“Sounds amazing. I would love to try it.” Joey grabbed Zoe’s hand and smiled at her, taking Zoe by surprise. “Unless I wasn’t allowed to do that.”
“No,” Zoe’s voice came out several pitches higher than she expected. She quickly cleared her throat. “I’m saying you can hold my hand and whatever.”
“So this means I can do whatever to you later?” He asked.
A slow smile curved Zoe’s lips. “You only have a week to prove yourself.”
“I’ll take that Pepsi challenge.”
****
“So this is it,” Zoe entered her condo, “this is my sweet abode.”
Joey looked around Zoe’s place. It was a large condo with an open space and vaulted
ceilings. The living room was Old Hollywood, with pictures of Marilyn Monroe, the Rat Pack, and other legendary Hollywood stars framing a large flat-screen TV. The dining room was modern with a small oak table and chairs and was adorned with the roses he had sent to her. The kitchen had a Midwestern country feel to it, with Mason jars lined up along the wall of the kitchen counter and each had a different item within it from tea bags to sugar to cookies.
Zoe’s bedroom looked like it came straight out of a designer showcase, with brown and taupe being the main colors. A queen-sized bed was complemented with a white padded
headboard and a brown chaise lounge at the feet. A chandelier hung overhead and across from the sliding doors leading to the long balcony. Another flat-screen TV hung on the wall and there was a large walk-in closet that was across from a sizable bathroom decked out in various shades of green, almost reminding Joey of a spa.
It was clear to him at that moment that Zoe was what he considered to be old money and it reminded him of something he learned from one of his professors – New Money flashes while Old Money saves.
“So what do you think?” She asked with a bounce in her step.
“How much is my brother paying you?” Joey laughed. “I mean your place is incredible. I never would’ve thought you
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