A brush with the law!
Blurb: Mike’s encounter with a traffic cop starts badly, but things get better! But is this just another shallow encounter?
Series: Summer In The Hamptons
Ebook ISBN: 5117_1157
lyd Category: Series and Anthos / Sugar And Spice
Length: 48 pdf Pages / 6800 words
Rating: 3
Formats Available: pdf, prc, lit, zipped html,
lrf, epub, RB,
Ebook Cover Price: $1.99
Excerpt:
They sauntered the few blocks to the park, walked past the Harbor Master’s office, and leaned on the wall gazing out past the marina to Sag Harbor Bay and Long Island Sound. They could just make out the lights of a few fishing boats, and they breathed in the fresh air blowing in from the water.
“There was one bit you missed out of your life story, Ranjana.”
“Oh? What was that?”
“No romance? No Gentleman Admirers lining up begging you to marry them?”
“Hah! Fat chance!”
“Why not? You’re a very attractive young lady, you’re intelligent and witty. I would have thought that the combination of brains and beauty would be irresistible.”
“Doesn’t seem to have worked out that way. Luckily, I’m not interested in being little Mrs Wifey sitting at home raising kids. Besides, my job puts a lot of guys off. They get intimidated when the find that their date is armed!”
“Doesn’t put me off!”
“Oh really?”
“Really. And you are quite irresistible.”
Ranjana unlinked her arm from Mike’s, and turned to face him. She looked into his eyes in the dim light of the summer night. “You’re fairly irresistible yourself.”
Simultaneously, Mike’s hand went to her hips as hers went round his neck, and their lips met in a gentle touch. They moved their faces slightly apart, and kissed again. Ranjana gently nibbled Mike’s lower lip, and as he opened his mouth her tongue darted in.
Their bodies pressed against each other, and Mike felt the familiar sensation of increased blood flow to his penis as it began to swell. Ranjana broke the kiss, and pulled back a little.
“Come on, let’s take this somewhere more comfortable – and private.”
She took Mike’s hand, and led him back towards the bar. As they approached it, she pulled him down a passage way at the side and stopped by a door at the rear of the building. She unlocked the door, and led the way in turning on a light that illuminated the stairs leading up to the apartment above the bar.
They went up the stairs, and passed through the door that opened into the living room of her apartment. Ranjana locked the door, and led the way to the counter that separated the living room from the kitchen. She indicated the high stool, and said, “As you’re not riding that bike anytime soon, I think you could risk a proper drink. I mix a killer vodka martini, if you’re interested.”
Mike watched as she opened her freezer, and took out a bottle of 100 proof Stolichnaya and a shaker. Mike saw two martini glasses in there. Ranjana tipped a few ice cubes into the shaker, then added a generous amount of vodka. She took a jar of olives from the refrigerator and poured some of the briny juice into the vodka and shook the resulting mixture vigorously. Taking the chilled martini glasses from the freezer, she put 3 olives in each glass and poured in the liquor. She slid one across the counter to Mike, who said, “I like it. Dry and dirty – much like myself.” He picked up the brimming glass by the stem, taking care to avoid spilling any, raised it and said, “Here’s to riding.”
Ranjana gently tapped her glass against his. “I’ll drink to that.” She sipped her drink, and looked Mike in the eye. “I’m hoping my next ride will be really memorable.”
“Well, as long as I can avoid any citations for speeding.”
“I’ll be checking your performance. We wouldn’t want to see you being reckless, either.”
“Or, indeed, riding without due care and attention.”
They both chuckled, and after a few more sips, Ranjana stood up.
“There’s something I need to take care of.”
She stood up, and went round into the kitchen and opened up a cabinet door. Instead of the spice rack that he was expecting to see, Mike saw a small safe, which Ranjana opened by dialing a combination. She bent down, put her hands to her right ankle and stood up to place a small handgun in a holster into the safe, next to what Mike took to be her service weapon. She closed and locked the safe, and came round to Mike’s side of the counter and sat on the other stool and resumed work on her martini.
Mike gazed at her, a grin playing at the corners of his mouth. “You decided you can trust me with your virtue, then?”
Ranjana put her head down, and gazed up at him in the seductive way that the late Princess Diana had once perfected. “I certainly hope not!”
Mike took a big sip at his drink, leaned forward, and pressed his lips to Ranjana’s. She parted her lips as his tongue tapped at them, and he passed the cocktail into her mouth. She made lapping motion with her tongue and swallowed it.
She broke the kiss, and asked, “Are you trying to get me drunk?”
“Do I need to?”
“Absolutely not.”
Ranjana leaned forward, placed her hands on Mike’s shoulders and looked him straight in the eye.
“I think I would like you to make love to me tonight. That’s if you don’t have anything better planned.”
Mike gazed back into her deep, dark brown eyes. “Well, I may need to check my schedule, but I think I can squeeze you in.”
Ranjana took a deeper drink from her glass. “Or squeeze into me!”
“That might be the more comfortable arrangement, I admit.”
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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