“I‘ve gotta take this. It’s one of the partners,” said Juanita. She stood up and walked a little away from the table.
Maria took a sip of her wine and waited for her to come back.
“Sorry an emergency has come up at the office. A client is pissed off and got one of the partners involved. I’ve got to cut our date short,” said Juanita.
“I hope it’s nothing too serious.”
“We’ll see. Shit is hitting the fan and the ceiling. I can’t say too much but it could get ugly.”
“No problem. I completely understand you having to go.”
The two got the check and paid for their drinks separately despite Juanita’s insistence on paying for them both. Together they walked to the parking lot.
“I had a lovely evening,” said Maria.
“Mmmph? Oh, yeah. Me too,” said Juanita. “It’s too bad we have to cut it short. I was hoping to take you home and continue the evening.”
“Oh. Well … Maybe it’s meant for us to take it slow. … Not that I wouldn’t be tempted.”
“Oh you’d be tempted alright,” said Juanita and walked up to Maria.
Stepping up to Maria she took her face in her hand, Juanita’s thumb traced along Maria’s jaw as she looked into her eyes. Slowly she tilted her head and brought her lips to Maria’s.
Their lips met and a soft moan made its way from Maria’s throat. Juanita’s tongue moved easily into Maria’s mouth, circling her tongue and teasing it into following back into Juanita’s. Juanita’s thick lips pressed harder against Maria’s with a passion and desire that swept over Maria drawing her closer. Her arms closed around Juanita’s body, the stiffness of the leather jacket matching the firm shapely muscles she could feel underneath.
Juanita stepped back, breaking their kiss. Then darted in kissing Maria’s neck. Maria tilted her head to the side giving her free access to the sensitive area but just as quickly her lips were gone. Maria looked at Juanita; into her eyes. She looked back into hers, her dark pupils burning coals. Then she put on her helmet and got on her bike.
Maria stood there. She wanted to say something. What, she wasn’t sure. Did she want her to stay? The kiss seemed an invitation or a challenge, possibly both. She heard the engine roar and as she watched Juanita rode away into the night. She stood there a few seconds watching her before turning to get into her car.
***
Sundays; a day of rest, something Maria practiced religiously. Though she practiced her religion much less so. She was sorely tempted to work today though just to have something to do. She picked up her phone again, refusing to think of how many times today that would make this. No new messages. She shouldn’t care this much. Hell, she really shouldn’t care at all; it has just been last night since they talked. She again shook the image of the taillight on her motorcycle driving away in the night from her head. She said she would be busy. Very busy. It made sense that she wouldn’t call.
“Or text,” she thought with a hint of bitterness she did not try to hide.
Not everyone abided by her strict no work on Sundays rule. But she felt that there should have been something. A text, a call, something. Last night things had ended . . . with unanswered moments. Not questions as much as open endings. She wanted to know. She wanted her. Juanita. That woman had gotten into her head. More than anything, she wanted
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