One Hot Weekend

But a few hours in the sack weren’t going to give him the kind of satisfaction he wanted. He needed to take Sophia’s well-ordered world and make it into chaos. He cursed again and decided against working out. He went to the minibar and pulled out a Heineken. Twisting off the cap, he took a long draw from the bottle.

He turned off the lights and moved his chair in front of the window. Propping his feet on the sill, he watched the lights for a while and tried to ignore the pImages** in his head. Tried to tune out Stevie Ray Vaughan’s electric guitar riffs and the woman who was swaying to the music wearing nothing but a sexy smile.

But the image wouldn’t leave and he leaned back and let Sophia seduce him here in the privacy of his room where only he would know about it. His cock twitched, tension spread throughout his body and he knew he should have left the room earlier, rather than staying here with the memories.

But this was part of his nightly routine ever since learning he’d be coming to Orlando and facing the woman who’d changed him. He’d been living with memories of everything he’d done with her. He’d been mostly focusing on the sex and the ending because if he remembered how good it had been between them he might start wanting something else. Something he knew better than to want because it wasn’t real.

The only real things were cases fought in a court of law, and old friendships. And he and Sophia weren’t old friends. They were ex-lovers with bad blood between them.

Remember that, old man, he reminded himself. Tilting back the bottle he drained it. He thought about having another one but wasn’t planning on getting drunk tonight when he had so much work to do tomorrow. So he focused on planning his next move on Sophia.