for up to a month. It also runs on its own generator and has its own
communications system, just in case the power to the main building is cut. I
could go on about all the safety features, but I don’t want to bore you.”
“This is amazing, Apolo . Have you
ever had to use it?”
“No, thank goodness. But it’s here just in case. Remember
that. Memorize the access code.”
I walked around the room. While it wasn’t huge, it was big
enough that a small group wouldn’t get on each other’s nerves too fast.
Naughty, erotic thoughts crossed my mind as I glanced over at the large
mattress situated in one corner. My entire body tingled as Apolo pulled me back into reality.
“Well, I think I’ve kept you long enough. How about we call
it a day?”
“Yes, that sounds like a good idea. My mind is still
swirling with everything that’s gone on.”
A low, lustful chuckle escaped his throat. “Come, get your
things. Let’s go get something to eat. I’m starving.”
* * * *
Maneuvering his black BMW through the busy Atlanta streets, Apolo dumbfounded me when he pulled into the parking lot of
one of the most iconic fast food establishments in the city. He drove around to
the car service area, found an open space, and parked.
Shaking my head in disbelief at his choice for dinner, I let
out a giggle. “Of all the places to eat in Atlanta, and we come here? I like
your style, Choice.”
“It might surprise you to know I’ve been coming here for
years. No chance of someone recognizing me or us together. Marvin here has been
taking care of me for a long time.”
A tall, rail thin, white haired elderly gentleman approached
the car, a huge smile on his face. “ Evenin ’, Mr.
Choice. What’ll you have—the usual?”
“Yes, the usual for both of us, Marvin. Oh, and a helping of
chopped onions, too.”
“Yes, sir. I’ll have it out to you in just a couple of
minutes,” he replied before turning to walk back toward the building.
“I hope you don’t mind me ordering for you.”
“No, but pray tell, what is the usual, Apolo ?
No chili dogs, I hope.”
“No chili dogs. Not at this time of night. Just
cheeseburgers, cheese dogs, and onion rings, with a coke to wash them down.”
“You had me with the onion rings,” I quipped, flashing a
grin at him. God, this man could make greasy fried food seem erotic and sexy.
Having removed his suit jacket before getting behind the
wheel, Apolo rolled the sleeves of his pale gray, oxford
shirt up his forearms. While I’ve always had a thing for men’s forearms, Apolo’s unhinged me completely. They were tanned, muscular,
and strong. And forceful, attached to those hands. I quickly looked away,
afraid he would be able to read my thoughts.
“Like what you see?”
“ Apolo , please…”
“What? It’s after normal office hours, and we’re not at work.
I was simply making a harmless remark. Look at it this way—we’re getting to
know each other first before having sex. We both agreed the other night,
remember?”
“Yes, I remember. It means a lot to me that you care enough
to shield me like you are.”
“I care for you more than you realize, Caitlyn. I want you
to enjoy our relationship and feel safe and comfortable. There’ll be plenty of
the media in due time. Like I told you, we’re going to be a powerful couple
together.”
Before I could respond, Marvin headed our way with a tray
packed full of food. “Here comes dinner, Choice. Go easy on the onions, will ya ? They tend to make kissing a little less romantic.”
He chuckled as one hand reached into his pocket. He pulled
out a roll of cash.
Marvin set the tray down. It smelled wonderful. “Will that
be all, Mr. Choice?”
“I think we’re set.”
Apolo handed the older gentleman a
fifty dollar bill. No wonder he was so good. Mr. Choice was an excellent
tipper.
“Thank you, sir. I’ll check back on ya’ll in a little while.
Enjoy your dinner.”
Accepting my drink and onion
communications system, just in case the power to the main building is cut. I
could go on about all the safety features, but I don’t want to bore you.”
“This is amazing, Apolo . Have you
ever had to use it?”
“No, thank goodness. But it’s here just in case. Remember
that. Memorize the access code.”
I walked around the room. While it wasn’t huge, it was big
enough that a small group wouldn’t get on each other’s nerves too fast.
Naughty, erotic thoughts crossed my mind as I glanced over at the large
mattress situated in one corner. My entire body tingled as Apolo pulled me back into reality.
“Well, I think I’ve kept you long enough. How about we call
it a day?”
“Yes, that sounds like a good idea. My mind is still
swirling with everything that’s gone on.”
A low, lustful chuckle escaped his throat. “Come, get your
things. Let’s go get something to eat. I’m starving.”
* * * *
Maneuvering his black BMW through the busy Atlanta streets, Apolo dumbfounded me when he pulled into the parking lot of
one of the most iconic fast food establishments in the city. He drove around to
the car service area, found an open space, and parked.
Shaking my head in disbelief at his choice for dinner, I let
out a giggle. “Of all the places to eat in Atlanta, and we come here? I like
your style, Choice.”
“It might surprise you to know I’ve been coming here for
years. No chance of someone recognizing me or us together. Marvin here has been
taking care of me for a long time.”
A tall, rail thin, white haired elderly gentleman approached
the car, a huge smile on his face. “ Evenin ’, Mr.
Choice. What’ll you have—the usual?”
“Yes, the usual for both of us, Marvin. Oh, and a helping of
chopped onions, too.”
“Yes, sir. I’ll have it out to you in just a couple of
minutes,” he replied before turning to walk back toward the building.
“I hope you don’t mind me ordering for you.”
“No, but pray tell, what is the usual, Apolo ?
No chili dogs, I hope.”
“No chili dogs. Not at this time of night. Just
cheeseburgers, cheese dogs, and onion rings, with a coke to wash them down.”
“You had me with the onion rings,” I quipped, flashing a
grin at him. God, this man could make greasy fried food seem erotic and sexy.
Having removed his suit jacket before getting behind the
wheel, Apolo rolled the sleeves of his pale gray, oxford
shirt up his forearms. While I’ve always had a thing for men’s forearms, Apolo’s unhinged me completely. They were tanned, muscular,
and strong. And forceful, attached to those hands. I quickly looked away,
afraid he would be able to read my thoughts.
“Like what you see?”
“ Apolo , please…”
“What? It’s after normal office hours, and we’re not at work.
I was simply making a harmless remark. Look at it this way—we’re getting to
know each other first before having sex. We both agreed the other night,
remember?”
“Yes, I remember. It means a lot to me that you care enough
to shield me like you are.”
“I care for you more than you realize, Caitlyn. I want you
to enjoy our relationship and feel safe and comfortable. There’ll be plenty of
the media in due time. Like I told you, we’re going to be a powerful couple
together.”
Before I could respond, Marvin headed our way with a tray
packed full of food. “Here comes dinner, Choice. Go easy on the onions, will ya ? They tend to make kissing a little less romantic.”
He chuckled as one hand reached into his pocket. He pulled
out a roll of cash.
Marvin set the tray down. It smelled wonderful. “Will that
be all, Mr. Choice?”
“I think we’re set.”
Apolo handed the older gentleman a
fifty dollar bill. No wonder he was so good. Mr. Choice was an excellent
tipper.
“Thank you, sir. I’ll check back on ya’ll in a little while.
Enjoy your dinner.”
Accepting my drink and onion
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