dragged... (Part 19)

                 Rock The Boat  

When the cab pulled up into the parking lot of the harbor I caught a glimpse of the luxury liner that would be whisking me away on my seven day Caribbean cruise, and the excitement of it all was spilling over the sides of my soul in buckets.  I was equally exhilarated knowing that my new friend, Diana Willingsly, would be on the same boat as me.  I believed in signs, and the way everything was falling into place assured me that I was where I was supposed to be.

As trying as getting through customs was, it didn’t put a damper on my enthusiasm for I felt like luck was on my side, and I was never took good times for granted.  Yesterday’s poolside conversation and the high class party that we crashed together the night before were the perfect remedies for the lackluster mood I had been in since my dethroning at Lilly’s.  Miami’s humidity worked its magic on my skin because it looked radiant and the two hours I spent beneath its sun had activated my pigmentation, so my color had gone from pale yellow to golden one.

Today I sported some black shorts and tank top, with matching sandals (I purchased a pair of black ones at one of the stores that Diana took me to).  Around my neck I wore a white, puka shell choker, and dangling from my wrist was a matching bracelet.  My hair was cut in a nice, triple cut fade with a hard, and I had a pair of ½ carat diamond studs in each ear.  The smoky colored shades I wore weren’t designer specs because I refused to spend an exorbitant amount of grip on sun blockers, my taste changed too fast to add that expense onto my tab (My cash flow was proper but it wasn’t that fat). 

Traveling alone was turning out to be a marvelous adventure and I planned on doing it more often.  I cannot describe how liberated I felt being by myself without the anchor of a bloodsucking vampire draining my wallet and my emotions, because it is something you had to experience for yourself.  The call I received from Maddox the night before reminded me of why I took this trip in the first place and I was so happy that all I had to do was hit the end button to squash that three-legged insect.

The first crucial mistake I made was accepting a dinner invitation from a shoe salesman.  The next one I made was allowing him to move into my condo so quickly.  I had only known him for a few months and it didn’t take him anytime to start acting like he was king of my castle – yes, my castle, not his.  It was baffling to me how easily he slid into the “man-of-the-house” role when it wasn’t even his damn house, but he did it effortlessly, sliding beneath my skepticism like the snake he turned out to be.   

I made a promise to myself that I would never allow another man to have that much poww over my life again – especially one with meager means.  His charm and sexual prowess did have a profound effect over me momentarily, but his voracious appetite and smelly ass pavement beaters had worn out their welcome.  To be honest, Sunny Skies had actually done me a favor by taking him off of my hands, and I was certainly going to take the time to thank her for it. 

“Sir, can I get you a cocktail,” I was asked, by this ripped bodied, dimple faced, handsome, fellow. 

When I looked at his name tag it read, Glennville.  His smile could melt butter, and his courteous manner was like a breath of fresh air.  Instead of responding right away, I decided to take in as much of him as I could without being overtly flirtatious.  God, from the top of his handsome head, down to the firm, tone, leg-muscles of his lower half, I was spellbound. 

“That’s not all you can you get me,” I told him.  Once the words flowed from my lips I couldn’t retrieve them and I thought I had made a mistake with my brazen response, until I saw him smile. 

“You wouldn’t want me to lose my job now, would you?” He asked, flashing that killer smile. 

“If I were a millionaire, you wouldn’t have to worry about having a job, Glennville,” I told him, seizing the opportunity that had presented itself. 

“Ha! You’re a firecracker, aren’t you?” He said, winking at me. 

“Honey, I’m not just a firecracker, I’m a full fireworks display,” is how I responded, licking my lips for the full effect. 

He looked around to make sure that he wasn’t being observed by one of the senior crew members, and once he was certain that the coast was clear, he responded. 

“Now look here, handsome, just because you’re working with all of that, doesn’t give you the right to distract a working man and keep him from his duties, so before I draw attention to myself by spending too much time with you, let me ask again, can I get you a cocktail?” He asked. 

“I guess I’ll have a Sex on the Beach, with extra shots of everything, cutie,” I told him, working my eyes like an elevator (uh, huh up and down...down and up).  

This time he gave me an extremely broad grin. 

“Great, now don’t you move until I return,” He advised me.

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere,” I said. 

Hot damn, I think I could get used to this grown man swag I’m was working with.  I couldn’t help but wonder though, would he have given me the time of day if he knew I dressed like a woman as a profession?  Well, I was only going to be on this cruise for 7 days, and what he didn’t know wouldn't hurt him. 

Oh, yes, Elixir stay put for a minute girl, let Alex Johnson have his moment in the spotlight this time. 

Hurry back, Glenville, daddy is waiting.

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