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Chapter 1

There's no way I could ever forget the day I met Ramon. I was on my way to work and like every other day, we met up at Sango's, our favorite coffee house, but that day it had a big closed by the department of health sign on the door. Devastated was not the word. Do you know how many cups of that stuff we had consumed by then? But that's not important. What is important is that that sign is the reason we walked into the diner that day. It was across the street and we had all been late to work too many times. The coffee, oh it was terrible, but as I talked to Mary and Melissa about the new fall line our company was about to distribute, I caught a glimpse of him. I just paused. Mid-sentence, mid thought. I had never seen a more beautiful man. Dark, wavy hair that fell loosely to the middle of his back, chiseled features, at least a two day scruff accompanied a goatee and that tight tee shirt that seemed to cut into his bulging biceps and, oh my word that man had the largest pecks I had ever seen. He wasn't from my part of the world, he had that island look, dark skinned, tribal ink covering one arm, but his eyes. They were a complete surprise. A very light, pale blue. Almost grey when I'd expected brown.

"Ariana – girl you are drooling." The mixed race African American beauty that all guys in the office tripped all over themselves for on a daily basis, put a hand on my shoulder and followed my gaze. "Wow. I have to get me some of that." She was an eccentric to say the least. Her attitude was over powering some days – most days. She sure over shadowed me, they both did. I dipped my head and took my turn in line.

"Can I have an extra tall, caramel mocha please?" I knew when I beat and with those two I didn't have a chance in hell. Melissa had that gorgeous petite body, flawless mocha skin and Mary, she was a Brazilian model – enough said. "Thank you." I took my cup, rejoined my friends and took a sip of my drink. They were still gawking at the man, in their own seductive, making it obvious they were interested way and they got his attention. He glanced and gave a humble, flattered smile that made my knees weak. Then, he looked again, right at me and I – was – gone. It was my imagination, of course he was looking at all of us, mostly them, but I let myself indulge that small blandishment.

He finished his meal, alternating his gaze from his wallet to us, tossed out a tip and suavely walked our way. Geeze, he was so tall. I barely added up to his chest as he parted our group to pay his check and his backside wasn't half bad either. I was so enamored that I dropped my purse, the worn out clasp giving and all the contents spilled out, including a couple of tampons. I had never been more embarrassed. No – strike that. I didn't think I could be until the gorgeous man squatted to help me and handed me those damn tampons.

"Thank you." I know my face was the deepest shade of red imaginable. My hands shook and I was ready to bolt the moment everything had been collected.

"No problem." He said. "Hey, you got a phone number?"

"Um," I stuttered and I giggled and made a complete fool of myself. I had always been a pretty smart woman. I was good with words, I was a writer for goodness sakes and I couldn't form anything that made any sense.

"I'm sorry. I know I put you on the spot." He chuckled. "I'm Ramon."

"Arianna."

"I heard." He laughed and he pulled out his cell phone ready to take my digits. And from that day on we were together all the time. He was funny and romantic and it was perfect. Our wedding was perfect. So, needless to say, it was a complete surprise three years later that our marriage was anything but perfect.

Ramon was a head hunter in at a successful company and I rarely saw him that tee shirt. Just expensive Armani and his wild hair always slicked back and tied at the nape. The once sweet man that I had spent half the night talking to was suddenly distant and cold. All business in and out of the office. We argued. He could be mean. Really hateful, so I moved out of our three story Victorian. We talked on the phone and he asked me to come home, but I just wasn't getting the response out of him I wanted. He didn't seem to care if I came back or not. I couldn't figure out what had gone wrong. When everything had fallen apart. He seemed bored, but I knew I was still in love with him.

So, after countless hours of sobbing to my best friends, I took their advice. I was going to do something daring, something so outrageous, something completely uncharacteristic of myself and I was going to bring my marriage back to life.

Ramon was out of town on business, wining and dining the best executives in the snazziest nightclub and I drove two cities away to meet him at midnight.

He didn't know I was coming, but I was on a mission. In a red dress I borrowed from Melissa, a dress so short that my cheeks showed when I moved, I walked into the Starlight nightclub. I searched and then I saw him. The stress of our separation had apparently gotten to him too. He'd shed his suit and tie, his long hair was wild and he gulped whiskey shots and chased it with a beer. Ramon didn't drink the hard stuff. Ever. He only indulged the expensive, snooty things like the rest of his high class friends. So, I knew as I gazed at him in his black cargo pants and black tank that showed off those thick arms that I loved so much, that there was a chance. The sight of him still made me weak in the knees, but I was the conservative type, so it took a couple of courage shots for me to follow through.

I walked up to him, touched his shoulder and planted a kiss right on his lips. He was so shocked it took a moment for him to return my kiss and his rigid arms to relax and embrace me.

"Well, hello." He breathlessly commented and a big grin crossed his lips from ear to ear. I responded with another, dangerously passionate kiss, parting his lips and devilishly swirled her tongue against his. Oh, he tasted just as good as he had the first time they'd kissed.

"Um – Can I get a drink for the lady?" He obviously didn't know what to say, in fact they didn't do much talking at all except to order drink after drink. They spent the rest of the night on the less crowded second floor, comfortable molded together in a bean bag lounger that had strips of velvet curtains hanging around it. His hands were all over, like they hadn't been since we'd first begun dating. They were both so drunk, because Ramon had always been the private type, never going too far with his affection in public, but that night, his wandering touch slipped beneath my dress, caressed my thighs and his lips softly explored my neck, making me moan. He cupped my breasts, stroking the thin material above the sensitive bud just the way he knew drove me crazy. Our making out turned serious quickly and before long the liquor had overcome us. We weren't thinking and soon we were lying down and he pulled my leg over his hip. Our hips thrusted against each other.

"Here?" I asked when his hand dipped low and I heard him undo his zipper. I couldn't believe it.
"Yeah, here." He said in a hungry growl. "I can't wait any longer." I had assumed he would eventually take my hand and take me back to his hotel room, but he wanted me right then, right there and it didn't take him long after releasing his manhood to conquer me. "Exciting isn't it?" He purred into my ear, his thrusts sending me to heights I had never reached before. "It's what you were wanting right?" It was. It really was. There was just something about being caught and thrown out of the nightclub at any moment that made the moment thrilling and it aided the orgasm that jolted through me, making me shiver and shake beneath his thrusts.

After it was over I clung to him, our perspiration mixing together and our breaths still heated and uncontrolled.

"You got a phone number?" He asked and I had to laugh. It was as if we had been role playing the whole time and he'd stayed in character. Maybe that's exactly what our marriage had needed.
"I think you'll find me if you really want me." I played along, grabbed my purse, gave him one last, passionate kiss and drove myself home, confident that everything was going to be okay.

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