In Manhattan, the West Village, enclosed by W14 St, 5th Ave and Houston St, is an eclectic neighborhood. The bar scene is legendary, and you never know who you’re going to meet.
Blurb:
Mike meets Lucy in a West Village bar, and she needs more than a listening ear. Mike’s happy to be of service. Is this just one more conquest for Mike?
Series: Summer In The Hamptons
Ebook ISBN: 5117_1149
lyd Category: Sugar and Spice
Length: 37 pdf Pages / 4884 words
Rating: 3
Formats Available: pdf, prc, lit, zipped html,
lrf, epub, RB,
Ebook Cover Price: $1.99
Excerpt:
Lucy gave a light laugh and took his hand as they crossed the highway and went into a street between two old buildings that looked as though they had once been warehouses. Lucy stopped at the first doorway and fumbled for her keys.
"Will you come in for coffee, or something?" she asked.
Mike nodded and they entered through the double set of doors, walked past the mailboxes and made for the elevator.
At the fourth floor, they turned left and walked down a short passageway to the door labeled "B" and Lucy let them in. As she turned on the light, Mike saw a comfortable, but compact, loft apartment. On the left of the door was a closet and doorways leading to a tiny kitchen and slightly larger bathroom before the room opened out to a living area, containing a desk holding a computer, a comfortable leather sofa and a large coffee table. The far wall was dominated by a big window looking out over the river and on the right hand wall was a large, flat screen TV. Turning, he saw wooden steps leading to the space above the kitchen and bathroom, which he assumed held a bed. Lucy retreated to the kitchen and returned with a bottle of wine, a corkscrew and some glasses.
“Would you open this while I go to the bathroom?"
Mike opened the wine – a very respectable Bordeaux, he noticed – and sat on the sofa. When Lucy returned, she put her jacket over the back of the chair by the computer desk. Mike glanced at her as he poured the wine and saw that she had a very slim figure now covered by a silk blouse. Lucy sat down on the sofa, tucked her legs under her and turned to face him. Mike took off his own jacket and threw it over the arm of the sofa. He raised his glass. "What shall we drink to?"
Lucy thought for a moment and raised her own. "To ships that pass in the night."
They clinked glasses and sipped the wine. Then they both began to speak at once, stopped, smiled and waited for the other to begin.
"What were you going to say?" asked Lucy.
"I was about to compliment you on this wine," said Mike. "It really is very good."
"I know," smiled Lucy. "When I was at college, I spent every summer on a vineyard in France. I like wine and wanted to learn more. This is a bottle from that vineyard and I don't waste them on just anybody. You've been very kind to me this evening."
Mike shrugged deprecatingly and sipped the wine. "Those men you work with have no idea what they're missing. Beauty, brains and a knowledge of fine wines. They don't deserve a date with you, even if they had the sense to ask for one."
Lucy giggled. "You're right. All they want is bimbos. Because I have it in my skull and not on my chest, they aren't interested. Sometimes, though, it might be nice to be appreciated as a woman." A wistful look returned to her face.
Mike put down his glass and leaned forward. He kissed the end of Lucy's nose and sat back up. "If it helps, I think you're a fantastic woman. The combination of great looks and intelligence is something that I find a real turn on."
Lucy looked back at him. "You're getting turned on by me?"
Mike was surprised to find that, despite his time with Joanne and Miriam earlier, he was starting to feel a twinge in his groin. "Absolutely!" he said. Lucy put her own glass down and leaned forward in turn to kiss Mike's mouth. They shuffled their bodies close to each other and embraced, a little clumsily until they got their arms sorted out and kissed. At first, their pecks at each other's lips were ill coordinated, but as they got used to each other, they became longer until, after a short while, their mouths began to open. As their tongues started to take turns in exploring each other's dental work their hands began to roam over each other's backs.
Author Bio:
A former seafarer, private enquiry agent, lawyer, motorcycle courier, bartender, show cave guide, Commissionaire, historical reenactor, health and safety executive, butler and personal assistant, the author is an expat Brit in New York, providing high level concierge services in an exclusive apartment complex. Also available as a lookalike and character model, background actor and voiceover artiste.
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