Chapter Seven

“Out,” Jon said from the shelter of the pool as Sieta giggled at Richie’s question.

Richie smiled. “I’m goin’, I’m goin’,” he grumbled. Raising his voice, he addressed Sieta. “Nice to have met ya, darlin’,” he said. “Be sure to have Jonny give you my number. My, uh, pool is bigger than his.” He cackled like a loon and only laughed louder when Jon sent a sheet of water splashing at him. With a final jaunty wave, Richie disappeared into the house.

Jon swam over to Sieta. “Sorry about that, See,” Jon said, shortening her name. “He’s mostly harmless, just a pain in the ass.”

Sieta laughed. “I’d imagine that he says the same things about you,” she said.

“I imagine you’re right,” Jon agreed. He trapped Sieta between the pool’s side and his body, and leaned in to kiss her. She turned in the circle of his arms, and opened her legs so he could press against her. Sieta moaned into Jon’s mouth and rubbed up and down on him, relishing the feel of his hardness along her tender flesh.

Jon dipped his hips a little, and slid his length into her, pinning her to the side of the pool. He held onto the sides of the pool on either side of her head, and slowly stroked in and out of her. Sieta wrapped her legs around Jon’s waist, anchoring him to her. Jon moved them so a water-return jet was shooting water at Sieta’s lower back. He pumped her faster, the motion raising and lowering her along the column of water.

“God, that feels good,” Sieta moaned.

“Which one,” Jon said before latching his mouth onto her neck.

“Mmmm, all of it.”

Jon bit her lightly, then soothed the bite with his tongue. Sieta couldn’t believe this was actually happening to her. That she was here, naked, with Jon Bon Jovi, and he was doing the most delicious things to her. Jon’s pace quickened, increasing the friction between them, and Sieta whimpered. Jon chuckled and whispered in her ear, “My thoughts exactly.”

Sieta wound her arms around Jon’s neck, and gripped hard as her body began its descent into pleasurable oblivion. With a few more strokes, she was flying, shattering into a thousand pieces, and moaning Jon’s name on a long, low breath. He pounded her harder, water splashing up all around them as he sought his own release. His corded forearms tensed on either side of Sieta, and she thought he was going to tear the coping from the pool’s edge. He grunted his release and slumped against her, still pulsing in her body.

Jon mashed his mouth to Sieta’s, gripping her head with both hands. He slid his tongue between willing lips, and tangled it with hers. Long minutes later, they broke apart, and Jon rested his forehead against Sieta’s. “Damn, baby,” he said.

Sieta chuckled and threw Jon’s words aback at him. “My thoughts exactly.”

Jon slid from Sieta’s body and the two swam over to the stairs. They sat on the lowest step, and Jon wrapped his arms around her, holding her for a long time. Soon, the sun started to dip in the sky, and Sieta stirred.

“Jon,” she said, hesitatingly, “I hate – REALLY hate to say this, but I should be getting back.”

Jon pouted and pulled her in close again. “But I don’t want you to leave just yet,” Jon answered.

“That’s sweet,” Sieta said, kissing his neck, “but I have classes tomorrow, and things I need to get done at home.”

“Couldn’t you play hooky for a day? Just one day?” Jon was not used to women being the ones trying to part company. He didn’t like it one little bit.

Sieta chuckled. “Jon…”

Jon sighed. “I know,” he said, kissing her neck. “Doesn’t mean I have to like it.” He stood and took Sieta’s hand, and led her back to the cabana. He dried her off, and helped her back into her clothes. Her lingerie was still damp, so he wrapped those pieces in a towel and handed the bundle to her. He stepped into dry trunks, and slid a t-shirt over his head. Linking his fingers with hers, he led her back through the house and to her cab. He wrapped her in his arms and kissed her passionately for long minutes before letting her go.

“I had a wonderful afternoon,” Sieta said. “I’m so glad you caught my taxi.” She blushed prettily when Jon chuckled.

“Baby, I have a confession to make,” Jon said. “I was waving to my driver, who was about half a block behind you.” Sieta’s eyes went wide, and she covered her mouth with a trembling hand. “But when you pulled to the curb and I saw you sitting I there, I thought I’d much rather spend time in your company than James’.” He kissed her again, softly this time. “I was right.”

“Jesus,” Sieta breathed. “Well, whatever the reason, I wouldn’t trade today for anything.” She smiled shyly and leaned into kiss Jon’s cheek. “But I really do have to head back to the city, and it’s a long drive.”

“When’s your class tomorrow?”

Sieta smiled. “Not until the afternoon, but—”

Jon’s eyes lit up. “So you don’t have to leave until the morning, right?” Sieta gasped. Surely he didn’t mean for her to spend the night with him. When she didn’t answer right away, Jon smiled. “It sounds like you’re considering it,” he said. He slid his hands under her shirt and rubbed his thumbs gently across her swollen nipples, erasing all pretense of thought from her head.

Sieta grabbed onto Jon’s wrists, and leaned back against the cab, letting the car support her and keep her from sliding to the ground. She moaned and dropped her head back.

Jon laughed. “So, is that a yes?” he asked, leaning in to lick her neck from collarbone to ear.

Sieta raised her head and smiled at Jon. “It’s a yes.”

Letting out a whoop of delight, Jon scooped Sieta into his arms and carried her inside to his bedroom. There was a lot of time left to the night. He'd worry about tomorrow, tomorrow.


~*~ THE END ~*~

Chapter Six

“Alright,” Sieta said, smiling. She kissed him softly and climbed off his lap.

“Where are you going?” Jon asked, breathlessly watching this gorgeous creature move about the cabana.

“I’m going for a quick rinse and another swim,” she said. “It’s still hot.” Winking at him, she turned and released her hair so it fell in wet ropes down her back. She sashayed out the door and turned toward the outdoor shower. On shaking legs, she rinsed as best she could then turned to the pool. With a grin, she ran across the patio and leaped out into the middle of the cool water, letting out a whoop. She didn’t see Jon’s eyes on her, or see them widen when her breasts bounced when she ran.

Sieta swam a couple laps before Jon recovered enough to join her. They frolicked and played in the water for a little while, then a noise coming from the house startled them.

“YO!” a loud voice called.

“Shit, who was that?” Sieta said, cowering against the side of the pool.

“The king of bad timing,” Jon answered. “I’ll get rid of him,” Jon said.

“Get rid of who?” Richie asked, as he came through the house. “Me?” He stopped dead when he saw Jon wasn’t alone in the pool. “Well, hello, there, darlin’,” Richie said, dropping into a lounge chair. “And who might you be?”

“Rich, now’s not a good time,” Jon said. Usually, Richie would get the hint. Today, he was either not paying attention, or being thick on purpose. Or both.

“Aw, why not? It’s a hot day, the water looks inviting; maybe I’ll join you,” Richie smiled at the woman who looked incredibly uncomfortable.

Jon looked at Sieta, and smiled. “Sorry,” he mouthed, then swam to the stairs. “Rich, I’m telling ya, it’s not a good time,” he said once more, and again, Richie ignored him. Jon sighed. “Alright, you asked for it,” he said, then climbed out of the pool.

“Fuck me, Jon, you’re naked,” Richie said, clapping a hand over his eyes. “I so did not need to see that.” Richie was quiet for about three heartbeats. “Oh,” he said. “Oh! Jesus, sorry!” He then turned the full dimple Sambora Smile at Sieta. “Are you coming out, too?” he asked her.

Sieta just shook her head and blushed prettily. She wanted to sink to the bottom of the pool and stay there.

Richie sighed. “More’s the pity,” he said. “I need something to get the image of Jon’s naked ugly self out of my head.” Sieta looked at Jon, who was grinning like a fool. Then, she turned away from Richie and swam to the other side of the pool, giving him a good look at her backside, from neck to ankle.

Jon watched Richie watching Sieta’s strong legs help kick her across the pool in just a few strokes. Looking at the expression on Richie’s face, Jon had the undeniable urge to smack his friend upside the head. “Time to go, asshole,” he said softly to his friend.

“That work for you?” she called from the other side, hugging the edge and keeping her chest pressed up against it.

“That’ll do just fine, darlin’, thanks,” Richie answered, smiling widely, and totally ignoring Jon. “Now, can you do the backstroke?”

Chapter Five

Jon’s tongue lightly traced the line of Sieta’s lips, and they parted to allow him access. He plundered her mouth, thrusting deep. He cupped her head and tilted it just so, and wound his other arm around her back, pulling her flat against him; crushing her breasts to his chest, and his cock to her belly. He wound his hand into her hair and pulled gently, eliciting a moan from her as her head tilted back.

“You like that?” he asked roughly, trailing kisses across her jaw line to suck on her earlobe.

“Mmm, yeah,” she said distractedly, as her hands played across Jon’s shoulders. She traced the muscles of his upper arms, and shivered at the thought of the physical power this man had. She had delicious thoughts of him turning some of that power and strength at her, and shivered.

Jon pulled her hair a little more, and kissed and sucked down her neck. When she tried to move, he held her fast. With his mouth, he peeled first one strap then the other of her bra off her shoulders, planting wet, open-mouthed kisses in their wake. He flipped open the front catch of her bra and pushed the cups off her breasts, groaning at the sight of them. They were tanned and taut, the dusky nipples standing proudly at attention.

Sieta loved not being able to move her head. The loss of control was intoxicating, and she felt her womb tighten at his possession of her head. Jon’s muscles were sculpted perfection, and the strength in his hands made her weak. When he had unfastened her bra, she sighed. When he took the first stiffened peak into his mouth, she sighed and dug her fingernails into his back, making him hiss. When he shifted attention to the other point, her legs buckled.

“You all right, baby?” he asked her.

“Almost,” she whispered.

Jon smiled, took her hand, and led her to the stairs and out of the pool. She followed him to the cabana, where he gestured to the couch. “Sit there,” he said quietly, and closed the door.

Sieta shakily crossed the room, and perched on the edge of the couch. Trembling, she looked up at Jon.

“Sit back and spread your legs a bit,” he commanded softly.

She did as he bid, letting her knees fall open.

He knelt before her and grasped the sides of her panties, pulling on them. Sieta lifted her hips to allow him to pull them off her. He smiled at the little tiny groomed patch of hair, and stroked the smooth skin all around. He pulled her hips forward a little, and leaned down to lick at her. That first contact of hot tongue to cool flesh had Sieta moaning. Jon smiled and latched onto her clit, making Sieta whimper. He held her down while he licked and sucked, and was rewarded by her hands fisting in his hair.

Sieta had never felt so decadent in her whole life. She was spread wide, and had this God of a man kneeling in front of her and ministering to her. Her breath caught when his tongue slipped inside her, and he hummed with pleasure at tasting her. He scooped at her with his tongue, like he would an ice cream, and the tip of his tongue touched THAT spot. The spot that made her arch from the couch with a scream.

Jon pushed her hips down and held her hard, muscles flexing against her resistance. He licked at that spot again and again until Sieta was crying for mercy. Instead, he moved back to suck her clit, and roughly thrust two fingers inside her, pumping her hard and fast while he continued his assault with his mouth.

Spots began to dance in front of Sieta’s eyes, and the whole world spun. She cried out “Jo-o-o-o-o-o-on-n-n-n-n-n!” on a long breath, and shuddered one last time before passing out. Jon felt her entire body go limp and smiled. It had been a while since he’d been able to do that for a woman, and he was quite proud of himself. He placed a gentle kiss on Sieta’s core, shucked his trunks, gathered her into his lap, and waited for her to wake up.

Several minutes later, Sieta blinked rapidly and looked into smiling sky blue eyes. “Welcome back, beautiful,” Jon said to her. She shifted a little, and could feel the hot, hard press of his erection against her ass.

“What the hell just happened?” Sieta asked, confused.

Jon had a shit-eating grin on his face. “You, my dear, passed out cold.”

Sieta was horrified. “I did not!”

“Oh yes you did.” He smiled at her. “You’re welcome.”

“Oh!” she said, indignantly, and stood up, swatting at his shoulder. Jon laughed and caught her wrist before she could swat him again, and pulled her down toward his lap once more. This time, she maneuvered so she straddled him, and sunk onto him quickly, wiping that smug smile off his beautiful face.

With a slow roll of her hips, Sieta began loving Jon right back. Each motion had him twitching inside her, and she wanted to feel the rush of him when he came. Jon’s head dropped back onto the back of the couch, and Sieta leaned in to bite his neck. She licked away the sting, and did it again, devouring him like a tasty treat. She felt his hands at her waist urging her to faster, and she complied, locking her mouth to his and tasting herself on his tongue.

Jon’s fingers dug into Sieta’s hips, marking her. He was in heaven, having this beautiful creature writhing above him. Her eyes were closed and her head thrown back, when she wasn’t biting him. That was wonderfully erotic, and he almost hoped she marked him. He felt the tightening in his balls, and knew it wouldn’t be long. She sensed it too, because she arched back just a little, changing the angle, and she started to fall. Jon licked his thumb and flicked it across her swollen clit, making her scream. She hammered down on him harder and finally, his release came, along with her name on a long low moan. Sieta kept the rotation of her hips going until she thought she would pass out again. When Jon started to whimper, she smiled and slowed.

“You all right, baby?” she asked him, throwing his words back at him.

“Almost,” he said, “but I need a few minutes before we can try to make it better.”

He wasn’t done.

Chapter Four

Jon sat back when Sieta opened the windows, effectively ending the conversation. He smiled, pleased that he could get to her so quickly. The banter and flirting was fun, but it was starting to get to him, too. She intrigued him so much that he was really desperately trying to figure out how to get her into his house.

An hour later, they were pulling into the driveway at his home in East Hampton. He’d been living there since the divorce, choosing to be near the ocean rather than stay in the city. Sieta pulled up in front of the house and turned off the meter. Jon paid the fare, along with a generous tip, but hesitated before getting out of the car.

“Ya know, there’s a pool out back if you want to cool off,” Jon said.

Sieta looked at him askance. “Oh really?” she asked.

Jon nodded. “Yep, and I can guarantee the water will feel heavenly.” He watched as she waged an internal battle. Should she accept the invitation or not? He was pleased to see she didn’t jump right on it as some women would. She actually seemed a little leery of his intentions toward her. If she could read his mind, she’d see just how justified her concerns were.

“I don’t have a swimsuit, Jon,” she said, using his name for the first time.

“That’s alright,” Jon said. “I don’t mind.”

Sieta laughed and checked the time. If she left now, she’d be stuck in traffic with all the city people leaving the island, and it would take forever. Her first class wasn’t until the afternoon tomorrow, so she could leave later and still be home in plenty of time to get some rest before class.

“OK,” she said finally. “I accept your invitation.” She turned off the cab and pocketed the keys.

“Excellent,” Jon answered, smiling gleefully. He went around to her door and opened it, and handed her out of the car. He guided her to his front door with a hand on the small of her back. When they got inside, Sieta gasped at the opulence. She had seen pictures of course, of different rooms in the house, but seeing it in person was much different.

“It’s gorgeous,” Sieta said.

Jon just shrugged. “It’s just a house,” he said, and led her through the hall and kitchen to the backyard. The nearly Olympic-sized pool looked small in this acreage. Beautifully landscaped flower beds ran along the house and flanked a path that looked like it led to the beach. High privet hedges maintained his privacy.

Jon steered her to the cabanas alongside the pool. “You can get out of your clothes in there, if you want some privacy,” Jon said with a leer.

Sieta gave him a look, and disappeared into the cabana. She took a moment to sit down on the cushioned bench and dropped her head into her hands. “What the hell am I doing here?” she asked herself. With a groan, she stood, and took off her cap. Her long, silken hair spilled down her back, ending at the top of her ass. She removed her sandals, jeans, and t-shirt, and examined herself in the mirror.

Clad in fiery-red bra and boy-short panties, she decided she didn’t look too bad. Her breasts were high and firm, her waist was trim and tapered gently to flare at her hips. Her legs were toned from all the walking she did and her arms were strong from lugging around armloads of books. She turned and saw the bottom of her ass cheeks showing below the cut of her panties and smiled. Those were toned, too. She looked around the spacious cabana and found an oversized bath sheet. She wrapped it around her and left the relative safety of the changing room.

Jon was already in the pool when she emerged. His elbows rested on the side of the pool, and he was submerged to mid-chest. His eyes were on her, tracking her progress as she walked from the cabana to one of the chaise lounges and dropped her towel. He felt a quickening in his loins as he took in the vision before him. The red of her lingerie set off her skin perfectly. Her build was that of a strong, feminine woman, and that hair. It fell around her like a dream. Long hair on a woman was a weakness of his.

“C’mon in, darlin’, the water’s fine,” Jon said, his voice husky with desire. Desire that was not lost on Sieta. She felt it too.

Striding to the diving board, Sieta tried to compose herself. She walked to the edge of the board, testing its spring, then stepped back to the anchored end. She took three running steps, bounced on the end of the springboard, and executed a perfect swan dive. She swam the length of the pool underwater, and came up for air several feet away from Jon.

“Oh, you were right,” Sieta said, as she scraped her hair back and wrung water from it. “This feels heavenly.”

Jon was just staring at her. The water made her lingerie all but transparent. The only thing saving her from complete reveal was the color. Red was hard to see through. But, he could see her nipples pucker and that made him hard.

Sieta smiled and tied her hair into a knot. She held onto the side of the pool, rested her head back, and let her body float up to the surface. Jon watched as long, tanned legs with coral-tipped toes floated into view. He let his gaze skitter across her taut abdomen, up and over her breasts, to her upturned face, eyes closed against the sun.

She heard the water swish as Jon glided over to her. Careful not to touch her, he aped her position, smiled and waited. Sieta opened her eyes a crack, and looked the length of him. Strong legs dusted with fine brown hair traveled a good long way before they disappeared beneath his dark blue trunks; trunks that had a quite obvious bulge in them.

Continuing her perusal, she saw his trunks rested low on his hips, and she could see his hip bones below his tight ripped abdomen. Her mouth watered at the sight of the little treasure trail of hair that dipped into his trunks, and followed it backwards to his pecs and the mat of hair there. It looked soft, and her fingers itched to touch it. His eyes were closed, and there was a little self-satisfied smile on his mouth – a mouth that she had the almost uncontrollable urge to kiss.

Jon could feel her eyes on him, and his trunks got tighter. Sieta didn’t miss this, and smiled. Jon heard the water splash, and looked up to see her swimming away; her toned legs scissoring the water. He laughed and swam after her, catching up to her easily. Sieta put on a burst of speed and took off, and Jon chased her. At the other end of the pool, Sieta did a somersault to reverse direction, and swam hard. Jon did the same, and he just barely beat her back to the other side.

“I win,” he crowed.

Sieta laughed, and scraped her bangs off her forehead. “I didn’t know this was a contest.”

“It was, and I won. Now,” he said, closing the distance between them and taking her in his arms. “Answer the damned question.”

Sieta looked into Jon’s eyes and watched as they deepened from sky blue to cobalt. “Bottom,” she said, a moment before he crushed his mouth to hers.

Chapter Three

I didn’t think a body could go so pale. It was actually pretty funny. Yeah, right, like I would mace Jon Bon Jovi for putting his hands on me. More likely, I would mace him for keeping them to himself. But still, I was seriously going to crash the cab if he didn’t keep his hands off me.

I relaxed and pulled my hand out. “That’s more like it. Now, be a good boy, and sit back and let me do my job.”

Jon smiled. “What do I get for a reward if I’m a good boy?”

I laughed outright. “I’ll answer your question when we reach our destination. Where are we going exactly?” I asked him.

He looked at me like since I recognized him, I should know. “East Hampton,” he said.

I rolled my eyes. “All the way up island?” I joked. “That is going to be one hell of a fare.”

“It’s not a problem. . .” Jon leaned forward to read the hack’s license. “How do you pronounce your first name?”

I just smiled. “Take a guess,” she said.

Jon thought a minute, and said, “’See-etta’.”

“Close, but no banana,” I answered. “It’s ‘Seeta’. I’m from Holland.”

“Ahh, Jon said. “That’s the accent. I couldn’t place it. What brings you to New York, Sieta?”

“School,” I said, nearly coming at the very sound of my name on his lips. Jon just raised an eyebrow, and I knew he wanted more details. Self-consciously, I squirmed in my seat a bit before I continued. “I’m working at my PhD in Applied Robotics and Computer Technology at NYU. I’ve got one year left.”

Jon whistled. “That’s way beyond my brain-pan capacity,” he said self-deprecatingly. “What are you, uh, working on?”

“It’s an automated zero-gravity propulsion system.” I love talking about my work. I went on to describe the system in high-level terms, and talked about the vehicle my partner and I were working on to test out the system. “I’m hopeful to catch NASA’s attention with my research. There has been some sniffing around, but nothing yet.” I saw Jon’s expression in the rearview mirror, and had to laugh. He was in no way paying attention anymore. “OK, RockStar, when exactly did you tune out?”

Jon smiled, unashamed. “Somewhere around zero-gravity,” he said, chuckling. “So you do shit with computers; can you fix mine so it stops beeping at me all the time?”

I had to laugh at him. “Man, you are too much. Yeah, I can do that, but I’m sure you can figure that one out on your own.”

“Perhaps,” Jon said. “But this way, I could get you into my house,”

My heart rate picked up speed. Holy shit. “And just why would you want me in your house?”

“That’s where the bed is,” Jon said simply.

I rolled my eyes at him. “Smooth,” I said.

“I do my best,” Jon answered.

The tension in the car was palpable. I could feel Jon’s gaze on me, settling like a blanket in the already sweltering car. I opened the windows wider, and the road noise made conversation all but impossible. That was fine by me. I was having trouble concentrating as it was.

Chapter Two

Jon sat in the back seat and smiled. He had been actually waving his driver ahead to come pick him up, but when he heard the voice of the cabbie, he suddenly found himself making other plans. How could he resist that sexy, sultry voice? Surely it was out of place here in this taxi. He was pleased by the way she asked if he wanted to chat or not. All too often, people just started talking to him once they saw who he was, and he honestly didn’t give a rat’s ass about what most of them had to say.

The cabbie had no clue who he was until he took of his meager disguise. When she finally figured it out her reaction made him laugh. He never got tired of surprising people, and he was grateful she didn’t gush or fawn all over him. That kind of thing got old really quick. Judging by her response, she seemed like she could be fun, and since it was going to be a long ride, he may as well try to amuse himself.

Her slight accent intrigued him. It was soft and melodious, but not one he recognized. Her beautiful deep azure eyes kept meeting his softer blue in the rearview mirror. Seems she was checking him out. He chuckled, returning the favor as best he could from his position in the back seat. He scooted forward to lean his forearms on the passenger-side seatback, and looked his fill.

High cheekbones accented a sun-kissed face. This girl enjoyed being outdoors. Her jet-black hair was shoved under a baseball cap, but tendrils had escaped the hat and were clinging to her neck. Long lashes framed beautiful, wide eyes, and when she caught him looking at her, she smiled. Her whole face lit up when she did that.

“What are you doing?” she asked him.

“Waiting for an answer to my question, darlin’,” he answered, staring intently at her.

Sieta sighed. “Hope you don’t mind waiting, then,” she said.

Jon chuckled again. “Darlin’, I am not a patient man, but I have a feeling you are worth waiting for.” He reached out to unstick one of the tendrils from her neck, and she flinched and batted his hand away. Her skin was soft, Jon noted in that brief instant of contact.

“What the fuck are you doing?” she asked, full of indignation.

“Just trying to make you more comfortable,” Jon said, backing off. “It looks like that hair stuck to your neck must itch something awful.”

Sieta laughed. Well, shit, now it did. With a grunt of impatience and a sidelong glance at her passenger, she raised her knee to the steering wheel, removed her hat, and used both hands to wind her thick, long hair back up and tucked it under her hat again.

“Shit,” Jon said, hanging onto the Jesus-strap in the back. “Keep your hands on the wheel!” His mouth ran dry at the glimpse of that luxurious hair. He fleetingly wondered what it would feel like draped across his chest,

“Keep your hands to yourself,” Sieta countered.

“Answer my question and I just might,” he said, and reached for her again.

Sieta ducked away and laughed a low, throaty laugh. “Now, don’t make me mace you,” she said. “It would hurt those gorgeous eyes of yours.”

Jon snatched his hand back and put on a mask of horror. “You wouldn’t dare,” he said.

“Wanna bet?” she answered, and reached into her pocket. There wasn’t anything in there but lint, but he didn’t know that.

Chapter One

God, it’s hot. It’s got to be close to ninety degrees. I’ve got sweat literally pouring down my back. Ugh.

Let me introduce myself. Hi. I’m Sieta. I’ve been in the US for a couple of years now, and I love it. I came here to go to graduate school, and I have about a year to go before I’m done. To help get me through school, I’m driving a cab. I know, I know, a woman driving a cab. It’s not a usual occupation for a college girl, but frankly, if I had to be a waitress or a bartender, I’d kill someone.

See, I have attitude. Not bad attitude, mind you, but it’s definitely more New York City Cabbie than Posh Uptown Barmaid. So, armed with the knowledge that NYC is laid out like a grid, and having walked nearly every block in this city, I thought I’d be good at driving a cab. Yeah, I am.

Ordinarily, I love my job. It’s a great way to get to know the city, I meet tons of interesting people, and above all, I love to drive. Usually.

Today, the air conditioning in the cab is dead, there is NO breeze to speak of, and it’s so frigging hot I can hardly stand it. One more fare, and I’m done. One more.....there. Outside that restaurant is someone hailing a cab. I didn’t bother to check my mirrors, just aimed for the curb. It’s every girl for herself out here. I leaned over to call out the window, “Where ya headed?”

“Long Island,” an aged whiskey voice answered. He was wearing a ball cap pulled low over his forehead and he had on dark sunglasses. His voice was annoyingly familiar, and I wondered where the hell I heard that voice before. Shit. That was going to bother me. I am usually very good with faces and voices.

“I don’t have AC,” I warned him. It was going to be a long frigging trip to Long Island.

“S’alright,” he drawled. “I don’t mind a little heat.”

I rolled my eyes at his obvious double-entendre. “Alright, climb on in.” I unlocked the doors and he got in, and I pulled out into traffic. “So,” I said to him. “You a talker or do you prefer quiet?” I started the meter, settled into my seat, and aimed for the L-I-E.

A deep chuckle came from the backseat. “I don’t mind a little chit-chat,” he said. “What do you want to talk about?” He took off his sunglasses and hat, and I got a good look of his face in the rearview mirror, and recognized him instantly. NOW I know where I know that voice from. My dreams.

“Oh, fuck me,” I said under my breath, but not softly enough.

Jon laughed. “Well now, darlin’, that is definitely an interesting topic for conversation. Where should we start?” He laced his fingers behind his head and sat back against the seat.

“Sorry, sorry, just don’t mind me.” I was blushing furiously now, and I wish I’d just burst into flames already and be done with it.

“Aw, c’mon, darlin’,” Jon said, winking at me in the rearview mirror. “I don’t mind at all.” He grinned that million dollar grin at me, and I was dying. Was he actually flirting with me?

“Jesus, man, change the subject already.” I swear I was going to die. Absolutely, completely die.

“Alright,” Jon said, steepling his fingertips and tapping them against his lips. “I have a question.”

I blew out a breath. “Great. Shoot.”

He smiled. “Do you like being on top or on the bottom?”

I choked back a laugh and nearly ran into the car in front of us. “You aren’t going to let this drop, are you?”

“Nope. You’ve got me intrigued now, and I’m having fun flustering you,” Jon said, laughing outright.

“Jesus,” I muttered again. Like I said, it was going to be a long frigging trip to Long Island.