The destiny of a manJoanie finds herself facing an altered life after her one night with Julian. She’s left alone with a little bug who means the world to her.
An opportunity to solve Joanie’s problems comes when Julian shows up to serve her. She agrees to sign the divorce papers on one condition–he pay her one hundred thousand dollars.
Julian can’t believe it. His scrawny bride has grown into a seductive, attractive, and feisty woman he can’t stop lusting after. And the secret she has kept rocks his world.
Excerpt:
Julian looked around for Joanie but didn’t see her. The waitress came back and gave him his beer–in a bottle.
“Sorry, this is what we got left. Widmer Brothers, locally brewed. It’s good. You must be from out of town.”
“What made you say that?”
“Because men in this town always come here early every Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday and Sunday.” Sweetmelon blew her bubblegum to a size of a saucer and sucked the air back in until it resembled a cows old wrinkled testicle.
“ Why, what’s the occasion?”
Instead of answering his question, Sweetmelon pointed at the stage the same time the lights went out except for the stage spotlights.
Men started chanting the name Cherrybomb. When the soft music floated in the air, everyone quieted.
Ah-hah! A show. These people weren’t here to eat, but to watch a freaking show. A minute after, a masked woman in a red silk gown and red stilettos came out to stand in the middle of the stage. She made a low bow, giving those who were in front a tantalizing view of her nicely rounded breasts.
Julian found himself staring. The dancer looked like God’s creation. A goddess. She was close to being perfect if it weren’t for her height.
From where he stood, he could see just a hint of her smile. An expert, he thought. The woman knew how seductive her smile looked, and she was using it to her advantage. A smart move for a dancer.
Slowly, her hips swayed in tune to the music.
Mixtures of grunts, gasps and groans collided in the air when the woman’s gown slid down her shoulders until it pooled around her feet. A red skimpy thong with what looked like chicken feathers barely covered her pubic mound. And her top–if one could call it a top–covered practically nothing. Now he knew why the men were here early. To secure a front seat. Hell, he wished he were there in the front.
Without a doubt, this woman possessed the greatest body he had ever seen. Georgina, he bet, would kill to have a waistline and flat abs like this goddess. It must have taken her years of practice to move like that–slow, sensual, provocative. And to have such a small waist–damn. He could wrap his fingers around her waist while she was on all fours and he standing behind her. Someone whistled.
Julian took a sip of his beer, cursing the primal beast inside him for thinking lustful thoughts.
The dancer flipped her long cascading dark brown hair. Lights made it shine so beautifully. Julian thought the woman’s hair was her other weapon, on top of 136
her spectacular figure.
When the music picked up a faster beat, the woman’s seductive movements quickened as well.
The crowd came back to life and started throwing money on stage, calling the dancer’s name. He noticed the dancer mixed Jazz, modern, and ballet in her movements. She arched and swayed her body as if there were invincible hands caressing her and she was responding to the touch. Her mouth was slightly open, a thin sheen of perspiration shone above her lips. Julian stood mesmerized. He’d never seen anyone dance so erotically the way she did. She looked like she was making love and on the verge of having her orgasm.
He couldn’t take his eyes off of her.
It was amazing how she held the men enthralled, including him. Surely, if his body were on fire, he’d bet his Porsche the rest of the men were, too.
Julian continued to watch, ignoring the warm bottle of beer in his hand. The woman looked his way. Through her mask, he could see her eyes almost unblinking. She stared at him. He must have distracted her because she stumbled a bit. What, did he make her nervous? She started biting her lower lip and her tongued darted in and out the way Joanie would when…Goddamn son of a bitch! He narrowed his eyes. No fucking way.
