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 Four
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.
