Peeling Back Her Layers
Minka is never deadlier than when sporting a bikini. I’ve seen this woman naked more than once now, and I still manage to lose the ability to speak when she whips off her towel to reveal a pale blue top and pink bikini bottom. Minka turns on horrible music on her phone and shakes her ass for me before doing a cannonball into the deep end of the hotel pool.
The pool closed an hour earlier, but I slipped the front-desk clerk a C-note to let us swim without the nuisance of loud kids. Now we have the heated pool and party-sized hot tub to ourselves.
I don’t jump into the pool like a rowdy kid. Walking down the steps, I meet a wet Minka at the middle of the pool.
“You always have to make a big entrance,” she mocks, swimming away from me.
“What is this horrible shit we’re listening to?”
“You’re kidding, right? This is Joan Jett and the Blackhearts. How can you not know that? Oh, and never call my music shit.”
“You can’t even dance to it,” I mutter. “What’s the point?”
“The point is I like it, and you like me, so you need to fake like you enjoy my shitty tastes. I do the same for you.”
“The Rat Pack rules, doll.”
“Sure, and spaghetti is the best food ever!” she cries all excited before giving me a frown, “See how easy that is? Now you fake it.”
“I’ve never dated a woman I needed to fake shit for.”
“It’s called growing up. Tell me how it turns out.”
Laughing, I reach for her, but she’s playing flirtatious mermaid and refuses to let me catch her. I think she knows I plan to harpoon her, and she wants to avoid being impaled for the time being.
“I heard you have a sister,” I say, letting her swim around un-accosted.
“Yeah, Verina is married to a balding fat guy who thinks she can do no wrong.”
“Even if she listens to shitty music?”
Minka smiles at me over her shoulder before diving into the deep end. I watch her feet appear in the air and then she is gone under the water until reemerging at the other end of the pool.
“Her husband, Rick, is always trying to lose weight. Every time we talk on the phone, she tells me about a fad diet she has him and the family on.”
“Do you like her?”
“Sure. I mean, I wouldn’t have anything in common with her if we weren’t related.”
“What about your brother?”
“Taz smells like cigarettes and claims women disappoint him.”
“He sounds like a joy.”
“Oh, he is. His last wife always answered the phone and gave me the third-degree thinking I was one of his whores. I eventually visited Vegas, where they lived, and threatened to cut off her face if she kept me from talking to my brother. She cried.”
Minka smiles at the memory. “The funny thing is I don’t like talking to Taz, and he doesn’t like talking to me. We just didn’t like having anyone telling us what to do. We get that shit from our mom, who once threatened a cop for asking her to stop flicking her ashes at people at the bus stop.”
“Your family sounds a real pleasure.”
“Don’t talk shit about my family, Dino,” she growls, giving me a look that many men died seeing. “They suck and will die without anyone caring, but they’re still my blood. I defend what’s mine even if I can’t fucking stand them. Get it?”
“Oh, I get it,” I say super smooth and soft.
Minka’s angry expression relaxes immediately, and she smiles at me.
“You’re pretty irresistible when you want to be,” she says, swimming away from me.
“Funny.”
“You only have the one brother?” she asks, swimming towards me before changing her mind.
“If I want to catch you, you’ll be caught.”
“What’s your brother’s name?” she says, returning to me.
“I like when you submit.”
Minka smirks and pokes my chest. “No, you don’t. You like the chase. If you ever truly caught me, you’d get bored.”
“You think?” I ask, cupping her face.
“Are you afraid to talk about your brother? Will you get emotional? If it makes you feel better, I’m very good at patting people on the back when they cry.”
I take her hands and press them against my chest. Her nails dig into my flesh enough to make my cock hard but not enough to draw blood.
“You’re too perfect when you play.”
“Why won’t you tell me about your brother?”
“No reason. I just don’t know where he is or if he’s even alive.”
“How come?”
The concerned look on her face makes my heart tighten. As much as I love the chase, I want the real shit too. I need her to care because I won’t play the fucking fool.
“He went into law enforcement. Undercover shit.”
“He’s a cop, and you worked for the mob? Cain and Abel stuff, huh?”
“Frankie is a fucking idiot. That’s all I got to say about that.”