Maria smiled. “Both,” and arched one perfectly shaped eyebrow. “Or I should say ex-girlfriend. I’m currently single.”
“Nice to meet you, Single.” Juanita held out her hand, “I’m Juanita.”
“Hahaha. Maria,” she replied and shook her hand again, this time letting her fingers trail along Juanita’s as she withdrew from the handshake.
“So, what do you do when you’re not reading books recommended by ex-girlfriends?” asked Juanita.
“Work, movies and watching TV shows about interior decorating,” said Maria, chuckling softly, “And you?”
“I like working out and motorcycles. You ever been on a bike? Riding down a country road with the wind in your face. Nice.”
“No, I’ve never been on a motorcycle. I prefer softer things rumbling between my thighs.” said Maria looking in Juanita’s eyes.
“Too bad. There’s nothing like the feel of a powerful, throbbing machine between your legs. Your hands holding on, controlling where and how fast it takes you from zero to wherever the road takes you,” Juanita dipped her finger in the remnants of her whipped cream and licked it off, “You really should try it. It’s a thrill like nothing you’ve ever experienced”.
Maria leaned in close, focusing on Juanita’s lips. “You make it sound tempting but I’ve got to get going.” She sat up and pulled out a business card. “Call me. We’ll go out for dinner.”
“You free tonight?” asked Juanita.
“I should be, yes.”
“Then I’ll call you,” said Juanita as she took a long sip of her coffee.
***
Maria showed up at the restaurant promptly at eight.
“Reservation for two under Juanita Johnson,” she said to the maitre d.
“Hmmm. Yes. Are you Ms Johnson?” she asked.
“No, that would be me,” said Juanita walking up behind Maria.
“Ahhh, yes. Right this way ladies.”
“You’re late,” said Maria, smirking.
“Fashionably,” replied Juanita.
The maitre d seated them. “Your waiter will be right with you.”
“Nice place you picked out,” said Maria, “a favorite of yours?”
“It was convenient. Close to both of our houses,” replied Juanita. “I’ve been here a few times so I know the food is okay. A favorite restaurant of mine is Johnson’s Soul Shack on 4th. We’ll have to get dinner from there one night. Do you like soul food?”
“Yes, I enjoy eating a good soul dish. I tend to like things spicy, so the spicier the better,” Maria said and smiled.
“Hi, my name is Andrew and I’ll be your waiter for tonight. Would you like to hear tonight’s special or may I start you off with some drinks?” asked the waiter, interrupting their conversation.
“A glass of white wine,” said Maria.
“I’ll have a strawberry margarita to start,” said Juanita.
Maria raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t take you for a fruity drink kind of girl.”
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