“Hmm, I understood the ‘how are you, lady’ but what does ‘encantadora’ mean?”
“Encantadora means lovely,” he stated in perfect English.
“Well, my Spanish is minimal but your English seems to be damn near better than mine so why don’t we stick with that?”
He laughed, and his teeth were contrasted whitely against his smooth caramel skin and light brown eyes. He had wavy black hair that was brushed back to expose his chiseled features. His body was out of this world. He obviously had been doing major weight lifting.
“English is cool with me.” He glanced at the Jacuzzi. “Having problems?”
“Yes, I’m having temas. I mean, issues.”
“We going back to Spanish?” he asked jokingly.
“No, I couldn’t resist since I actually knew a word to fit in there.”
This time we laughed together.
“Let me take a look.”
You can look at whatever the hell you want, I thought to myself.
I sat down on the bed as I watched him analyze the situation.
“Baby I’m Your Fiend” by Teena Marie was playing and I was damn sure craving some of what was across the room.
“Nice song.” He looked up at me as he commented. “Who is that singing?”
“Teena Marie, off her La Dona CD. She’s the shit!”
“Aw, isn’t she the one who sang ‘Fire and Desire’ with Rick James?”
“What you know about Rick?”
“I’m Rick James, bitch!” he exclaimed, utilizing the famous saying.
“Well, in that case, just call me Mary Jane.”
“You get high?”
“High?”
“Yeah, fumado.”
“Hmm, I guess they would have a lot of weed down here in Mec-ci-co.”
“What’s your name?” he asked, realizing that I intended to ignore his drug question.
“Doesn’t it say it on your work order?”
He smirked. “What work order? They radio me and tell me what room or villa to get my ass over to and I get there.”
“So you take orders—órdenes—well?”
I licked my lips. My wicked imagination had gone into overdrive and I pictured him butt-naked on the bed with me.
“Depends on who’s giving them.” Maybe it was still my imagination but I could have sworn he had said that in a “I’m ready to fuck” way.
“My name is Taneisha, and yours?”