saw his wife, and he
saw the man with his wife. Tall,
handsome, and very slender. Like a track
man, if he was an athlete at all. But
that was Roz’s type, Mick thought. From
what he could gather, he would undoubtedly rank as the biggest man she’d ever
dated. His muscular arms alone were as
big as that guy’s slender thighs.
But it wasn’t until the Maître d ended his
conversation with the couple in front of Mick, and then began escorting him to
Roz’s table, did he realize his wife and that man were doing more than just
talking. The man had her hand, his
wife’s hand, in his.
What Mick didn’t know was that Hamilton saw him when
he first entered the restaurant. He’d
done his homework. He knew what Mick
Sinatra looked like. That was why he had
grasped Roz’s hand in the first place.
“I think your husband has arrived,” he finally said
to Roz as Mick approached. Roz turned
around in her seat, effectively removing her hand from Hamp’s.
Mick wore his standard issue tailored suit and tie,
and his thick brown hair could use a cut, but there was always something about
him that made Roz’s heart soar whenever she saw him. And when she thought about this morning, and
how she woke up to that wonderful feel of his penis already inside of her, her
entire body felt the elation. And even
as women were giving him that special look as he passed their tables, and some
men too, Roz couldn’t care less. Because
Mick was her man. That was her man right
there!
She’d had so many creeps for boyfriends that she
used to believe the term faithful man was an oxymoron. And it still could be
with Mick. She couldn’t guarantee that
he was faithful to her. In fact, of all the men she’d ever been with, he was
the one she was convinced would be most likely to cheat. He had the looks, the body, the power. Women
would be crazy not to go hard to get next to him, and Roz knew it. But of all the men she ever dated, he was the
only one that didn’t give her a reason to be suspicious. He was the only one who treated her better
than she ever treated herself. She was
counting her blessings. She felt blessed
to have him.
“You made it,” she said with a smile as he arrived
at the table. Hamilton stood up.
Mick’s heart soared too when she turned around and
he laid eyes on that irresistible face again. Never a man given to public affection, he didn’t care when it came to Roz. He leaned down
and kissed her on her lips. The touch of
her lips, the smell of her body, the softness of her
skin against his skin made his dick throb.
Hamilton saw their reaction to one another. He saw how Mick squeezed her arm as he kissed
her, as if he wanted to remind the world that she belonged to him. He saw Roz close her eyes as he kissed her,
as if, in Hamilton’s mind, Sinatra not only had wealth and power to recommend
him, but he knew how to put it on her in bed. Which made Hamilton realize just how tough a sales job he had in front
of him. Becoming Roz’s boy toy, and Roz
ultimately becoming his benefactor, wasn’t going to be as easy as he had hoped.
When she and Mick stopped kissing, Roz introduced
the two men. They shook hands cordially,
and both sat down. Mick placed his arm
across the back of Roz’s seat, and kept his eyes on Hamp.
“It’s just so wonderful that Roz and I were able to
reconnect,” Hamilton said. “We used to be
old pals on Broadway.”
“More like off-Broadway,” Roz said. “And hardly pals. More like lovers,” she
added.
Mick could tell Hamilton hadn’t expected Roz to be
so honest around her husband. But he
managed to smile it off. “Oh, yeah, I
forgot,” he said with a shake of his shoulder, and what he hoped was a charming
grin.
Mick wasn’t charmed at all. He had too much on his plate to be so easily
persuaded. From calming the nerves of Mo
DeLuca’s revenge-minded men, to searching for
saw the man with his wife. Tall,
handsome, and very slender. Like a track
man, if he was an athlete at all. But
that was Roz’s type, Mick thought. From
what he could gather, he would undoubtedly rank as the biggest man she’d ever
dated. His muscular arms alone were as
big as that guy’s slender thighs.
But it wasn’t until the Maître d ended his
conversation with the couple in front of Mick, and then began escorting him to
Roz’s table, did he realize his wife and that man were doing more than just
talking. The man had her hand, his
wife’s hand, in his.
What Mick didn’t know was that Hamilton saw him when
he first entered the restaurant. He’d
done his homework. He knew what Mick
Sinatra looked like. That was why he had
grasped Roz’s hand in the first place.
“I think your husband has arrived,” he finally said
to Roz as Mick approached. Roz turned
around in her seat, effectively removing her hand from Hamp’s.
Mick wore his standard issue tailored suit and tie,
and his thick brown hair could use a cut, but there was always something about
him that made Roz’s heart soar whenever she saw him. And when she thought about this morning, and
how she woke up to that wonderful feel of his penis already inside of her, her
entire body felt the elation. And even
as women were giving him that special look as he passed their tables, and some
men too, Roz couldn’t care less. Because
Mick was her man. That was her man right
there!
She’d had so many creeps for boyfriends that she
used to believe the term faithful man was an oxymoron. And it still could be
with Mick. She couldn’t guarantee that
he was faithful to her. In fact, of all the men she’d ever been with, he was
the one she was convinced would be most likely to cheat. He had the looks, the body, the power. Women
would be crazy not to go hard to get next to him, and Roz knew it. But of all the men she ever dated, he was the
only one that didn’t give her a reason to be suspicious. He was the only one who treated her better
than she ever treated herself. She was
counting her blessings. She felt blessed
to have him.
“You made it,” she said with a smile as he arrived
at the table. Hamilton stood up.
Mick’s heart soared too when she turned around and
he laid eyes on that irresistible face again. Never a man given to public affection, he didn’t care when it came to Roz. He leaned down
and kissed her on her lips. The touch of
her lips, the smell of her body, the softness of her
skin against his skin made his dick throb.
Hamilton saw their reaction to one another. He saw how Mick squeezed her arm as he kissed
her, as if he wanted to remind the world that she belonged to him. He saw Roz close her eyes as he kissed her,
as if, in Hamilton’s mind, Sinatra not only had wealth and power to recommend
him, but he knew how to put it on her in bed. Which made Hamilton realize just how tough a sales job he had in front
of him. Becoming Roz’s boy toy, and Roz
ultimately becoming his benefactor, wasn’t going to be as easy as he had hoped.
When she and Mick stopped kissing, Roz introduced
the two men. They shook hands cordially,
and both sat down. Mick placed his arm
across the back of Roz’s seat, and kept his eyes on Hamp.
“It’s just so wonderful that Roz and I were able to
reconnect,” Hamilton said. “We used to be
old pals on Broadway.”
“More like off-Broadway,” Roz said. “And hardly pals. More like lovers,” she
added.
Mick could tell Hamilton hadn’t expected Roz to be
so honest around her husband. But he
managed to smile it off. “Oh, yeah, I
forgot,” he said with a shake of his shoulder, and what he hoped was a charming
grin.
Mick wasn’t charmed at all. He had too much on his plate to be so easily
persuaded. From calming the nerves of Mo
DeLuca’s revenge-minded men, to searching for
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