Revolving Doors (6 page)

CHAPTER
9

~*~*~

Early the next morning, I was standing on the balcony
admiring the view, and reminiscing about the previous night’s reception, when there was a knock at my door. When I opened it, I didn’t expect to see Natalia on the other side, but there she stood. 

“Hey, Gabriella!” She threw her arms around me, energy in overdrive. “How did it go last night? I feel so bad that I haven’t gotten to spend time with you,” she said remorsefully.”

“It went well. You looked soooo pretty in your platinum dress! Oh my god! Just beautiful. And your date…sexy as hell!”

“He
is
, isn’t he? She leaned in close to my face, and whispered, “He is as good as he looks too.”

“
You’re not supposed to kiss and tell,” I teased. “However…I figured he would be. I don’t think a man who looks like that could disappoint.”

“Good observation.”

“Lucky you! Let’s hope my guest is worth the wait,” I said with a smile.

“What were you doing before I got here?” she asked. “Did you go down to eat yet?”

“I was out on the balcony taking in the wind.”

“I see that,” she said taking both her hands and ruffling them through my unruly mane. “These curls are everywhere, just begging to be tamed!”

“Whatever!” I shot back. “Leave me alone!”

“Okay, okay…” she laughed. “I won’t talk about how wild your hair is. I’ll just tell you how pretty you are – even with your hair a mess!”

“Enough, girl!” I laughed. “Didn’t you come to say how sorry you are that you haven’t spent time with me? And how you’ve neglected me?” I joked.

“Oh no!”
she declared apologetically, her entire expression changing.

“I’m kidding, Talia!” I exclaimed, nudging her shoulder lightly. “You’re at work. I get that. I just wanted to mess with you the way you were messing with me! Don’t worry about the time spent. I know where your room is if there’s anything urgent. Although, your date…that’s more like pleasure than work. If
that
was work, I would go
every day, all day and into the night
!”

“You don’t even know the half of
it,” she grinned, plopping down on the bed.

“
Yum
…I hope mine is as tantalizing as yours.”

“Valentina’s on top of it. I’m 100% certain you will like what she has for you.
And look at you
…he will be mesmerized.”

“By the way, I wanted to tell you…talking to Valentina yesterday was an experience. She is everything you said she was.”

“I figured you would think so!” she boasted.

“I think I love her, Talia! She is so sweet and knowledgeable and
real
.”

“Se juntar ao clube. You’re in a long line of admirers!” She laughed.

“So…what do you think of your suite? Nice, huh? They’re all pretty fabulous. And even if you had stayed with staff, it’s nice there too. When I tell you they thought this place out, they did.”

“I am in deep like with it. I may have to change my room’s décor when I get home to pattern it after this one.”

“You’re too cute,” she said. “You’ll do no such thing. You will wait for the unveiling of the new house that tio Gabriel is buying, and go from there. Okay? And
thank you,
” she said, rising from the bed and kissing me on the cheek. “I just wanted to come say good morning, give you a hug and suggest that maybe later when your guest arrives, we double for an early dinner.”

“That sounds good. He’s due in a few hours.”

“Okay, then I’ll wait to hear from you,” she said walking out the door. As I was about to close the door behind her, she asked, “How are you feeling about things? Are you nervous at all?”

“I’m good. Way better than I thought I would be. I’m looking forward to meeting Mr. Victor Silva.”

“Well, that’s good to know. I’m just down the hall, so if you need me for anything just call my room or come find me…
unless
…you see a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign dangling from the door and hear sounds of ecstasy coming from the other side.”

“You’re soooo bad!” I laughed. “Thank you for looking out for me. You know I appreciate you, right?”

“I do, and if I haven’t told you, I’m happy you’re here, but kind of sad that we’re not spending the time we normally would.”

“It’s
perfectly fine. Just make sure that with the fat check you’re getting, you book a flight to California real soon. No joke, either!”

“That’s a good idea. I have to renew my passport so that when it’s time to go, there’s no delay
s.”

“Yes. Or…
Or
…you could just see about dual citizenship like yours truly,” I teased. “Now, head back to your sleeping beauty and I will probably see you later when my mystery man arrives.”

~*~*~

The rest of the morning went by quickly. Aside from breakfast and a quick last minute swim, my only activity was hanging out on my balcony. I loved the view from there because it offered a peaceful calm I needed.

I hadn’t seen Iyanna, but we had agreed to meet near the lounge for the arrival of our g
uests. That eased things a bit because while the nerves had managed to leave me, it was still comforting to have someone familiar there.

I took great care with my appearance. I wanted to be as natural as possible and even opted
out of calling one of the resident stylists because I didn’t want anything too fancy.

Although my preferred hairstyle was always a ponytail, once again I chose to
let my curls fall freely, and in whatever direction they chose.

Light eyeliner application, mascara and
my favorite Prrr MAC lip glass completed the makeup portion. I was aiming to please, just didn’t want to go overboard.

I wore a lime green halter top that stopped at the right spot to expose my midriff, a pair of earrings that matched the lime green hue perfectly, white couture jeans and a powder blue
suede pump. I’d always loved mixing colors.

I was happy to see both Valentina and Iyanna, as I made my way down the hallway. When I
realized they were wearing dresses, I panicked a bit. 

Oh Shit! I hope I didn’t miss a note, phone call or something
. 

“Good afternoon
,” I greeted, nervously.

“Good afternoon, Gabriella,” Valentina
replied. “Did you sleep well last night?”

“I
did
. Thanks for asking. If I could sneak that bed back home with me I would,” I joked.

Iyanna seemed anxious but I expected that since she had been so excited about seeing her guest.

Valentina took a few moments for a mini pep talk before escorting us to our guys.

“Your guests have arrived and are waiting
…”

The mere confirmation that they were
in the vicinity, summoned the butterflies of the day before.

Breathe, Gabriella
,
I silently coached myself
.

“Their luggage will be delivered to your room once room service has been completed. Remember, if there is any part of your date that does not sit well with you,
talk to me
.
Yes, they pay well to be here
…” she stressed, “but my primary concern is how
you
are feeling. Keep me abreast. I can’t stress that enough. Agreed?”

We simultaneously concurred.

“By the way, you both look lovely. You present well.”

Her compliment
brought a smile to my face, and removed the fear that I had missed a communication. Her approval mattered.

Walking toward our guests induced a swarm of excitement and intrigue that I hadn’t expected.

There I was in another country about to engage in something I would never in a million years have dreamed of…and happily anticipating every single minute of it.

I didn’t know exactly when that shift occurred, but I greeted it with open arms.

As much as I’d always loved Disneyland which had a reputation for being
The Happiest Place on Earth
, at that moment I felt that Paraiso Belo had them beat! At the very least, it could be labeled
the other
happiest place on Earth.

CHAPTER 10

~*~*~

Somewhere during the mention of luggage being delivered to my room
, a reality set in – adulthood. I would be “living” with a man, and sharing a bed with that man, for two whole days.

I was immersing myself into the idea when in the distance, the two men became clearer.
One in professional attire, the other casual.

The closer we got, the more the full ‘packages’ came into focus.

Valentina turned her head to me with a sly grin when I said, “
Damn
…” I hadn’t realized I said it out loud, but the cat was out of the bag.

Sexy ass Brazilian men!

I had yet to see one I didn’t like. My decision was made…I didn’t care which of them was mine because I would gladly take either.

Valentina was the first to speak. “Boa tarde, cavalheiros.”

The one in the suit stepped forward and kissed her on both cheeks. When he stepped back into position, the second guy took her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it softly.

“It’s very nice seeing you, Valentina
,” said ‘Mr. Suit & Tie’ before turning his attention to me. “E quem é esta senhora encantadora diante de mim?”

Manuel, the Adonis in jeans, had already made his way to greet Iyanna, and immediately, I saw there was something
magnetic between them. I didn’t blame her. He was nice looking – rugged and sexy, in a bad boy kind of way.

“
Victor
…” Valentina scolded. “Such an impatient boy, you are. You’re going to scare her away,” she smiled, while taking her place next to me. “This is Gabriella and she will be
your
hostess for the next two days.”

He approached and
greeted me with an embrace. Assertive, I liked it. I liked it a lot. His scent was an expensive one. His personality was comforting. He struck me as the type who had no problem going for what he wanted.

Attractive
characteristic in a man.

Still in his arms, I acknowledged, “Such a warm welcome, Victor.
Thank you
. I feel wanted already.”

As Victor
and I released from our embrace, Valentina asked, “Is everyone comfortable?” I want to leave you to your time if I am no longer needed.”

Looks were exchanged, but no one spoke up.

“Alright. Well, if that’s everything, I will see you around. Have fun!”

She winked at me as she departed. If I could
have reciprocated without looking stupid, I would have, but since I never learned to wink, I settled for a smile instead.

~*~*~

Not long after Valentina left, Iyanna and Manuel disappeared without so much as a word. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to guess where they’d traipsed off to, and that I probably wouldn’t see Iyanna until after he’d left – if at all.

Victor
led me to seating in an area near the reception lounge with a perfect view of the pool where we could become better acquainted.

There was chemistry present between us. I felt it in the hug
, and by the way he held onto me.

At one point the water in the pool caught a glint of the sun and it sparked a bright light that I was drawn to. When I realized how piercing it was to my eyes, I was forced to turn away. 

I looked over at Victor to find he was staring at me – studying, maybe even admiring.

Smiling, I asked…“What’s on your mind, Victor?”

“I’m admiring your beauty. It’s a lot to take all at once. Not that Valentina fails on delivery. She always delivers, but I’m very pleased with
this
choice.”

“
Obrigada…
”
I said, blushing. “I’m glad I meet your approval. It’s mutual. I find you extremely attractive, Victor. Your green eyes are striking,” I said moving closer to him. “They almost match my shirt.”

“Hmm…a match…much like the two of
us
.”

He didn’t break eye contact once as he spoke. He was extremely intense.

“
We could be
…the way you look at me certainly makes me feel…special. Don’t stare too long though, you might find a flaw.”

“I don’t think that’s possible. Have you seen yourself?”

“Flattery will get you
everywhere
, Sir.”

“I like that place called
everywhere
. I’d like to go there.”

“I’d like you to go there,” I flirted back.

We sat staring into each other’s eyes, our smiles lingering for more than a few seconds.

Whew
.
Kenny, who
? If I had a fan, I would have been a fanning fool.

“Would you like a drink?” I asked him as I waved the server over. “I’m suddenly hot,” I teased, fanning air into my face.

“I know what you mean. It
is
pretty hot, isn’t it? I’ll take something light. In fact, why don’t you order for me” he suggested.

“You trust me to do that?”

“Sure, why not?”

“Okay,” I agreed. “No problem.”

“May I order two Caipirinhas, please?” I asked the server.

Victor nodded in approval.

“I like Caipirinhas…good choice,” he complimented.

When our drinks arrived, my buzz was already on standby so it took mere minutes to kick in. I felt it travel through my body, taking me to a level of comfort I knew would work to my advantage.

Not that I needed much, Victor was
really
nice looking, and that made things oh so easy.

He had an immaculate haircut that I wanted to
ruffle my fingers through. Those green eyes! He had a complexion of mocha brown. I wanted to devour him! A sculpted goatee. Toned. Nice conversation. Attentive.

I wasn’t the least bit surprised when I found myself wanting to explore what he was packing inside of his slacks.

I had prepared myself for the worst. I knew that not all men could look as good as the pack present at the previous night’s reception, so I didn’t have high expectations. But fortunately, Victor far exceeded any expectations I did have.

~*~*~

By the time we arrived at our suite, we were in deep discussion about the details of Victor’s life. 

He had a twin brother, who was a restaurateur in
Rio de Janeiro, while he owned a software company, in Osasco. He earned an MBA at NYU and remained in New York for two years after graduation. He was a newlywed of one year. The most surprising of all was that his marriage was arranged
and
open.

His wife knew of his “vacations” and had no problem with them. She didn’t know where he went on those vacations or that they were even local, but she was aware.

I also found out that he was on his fourth visit to Paraiso Belo – once before his marriage, two since the marriage, and then me.

It sure brought home the statement Valentina made about these men not being the ones she’d fill her life with. It wasn’t for me to judge, but the writing was on the wall.
 

In the beginning when it was my turn to share, I kept things more private than he, opting only to divulge the minimum…that I was from
California and considered Brazil a second home.

I let him know I would only be in town for another four days at which point I would be returning home to begin my first year of college.

We had been standing on the balcony talking since we arrived back at our room and I could feel the spark between us. I knew he could, too.

We had grown silent toward the latter part of
our conversation, as though we were trying to figure out our next move.

“Do you think your school schedule will provide the flexibility that would allow frequent returns?”

“I’m not sure how demanding my schedule will be just yet. I
can
tell you that I haven’t missed a year since I was 9 years old. I have very close ties here, so nothing will get in the way of my visits – even if I have to work like a slave to complete papers before boarding my plane.”

“That’s good to know,” he responded.

He questioned whether I had an active relationship back home and if so, did he know and approve of what I engaged in on my trips to Brazil. I laughed when he asked, and told him that even though his wife was aware of his dirty deeds and accepted them, I highly doubted there were many men willing to send their women off on trysts…for pay.

Then to address his question,
I responded, “I’m single, so there’s no man to report my activity to. I prefer it that way.”

“So, you’re completely unattached?”
he inquired surprised. “How in the world is that? I would think a woman like you would never be free to roam.
Amazing
. I don’t quite know what to say to that.”

And there he was with the piercing eye contact again. It was as though hearing that there was no man in my life gave him new purpose.

He moved closer and without hesitation placed his lips over mine for a kiss that felt it had been waiting to make an appearance all day long.

Our tongues danced, the tastes of cachaça
and lime, still fresh on our breaths.

As we kissed, his hands travelled underneath my blouse, unhooked my bra and cupped around newly freed breasts.

As he pulled my blouse over my head and slid the bra down my arms, I remained silent and focused on him taking control.

I was anxious to see where he would lead me. He made his way down and the last of my clothing fell beneath me as he worked his way around my body.

When there was nothing left he led me inside.

He guided me to the bed, turned me onto my stomach and caressed my ass with his palms.

“You have the most beautiful ass I’ve seen on a woman,
ever
.”

He kissed then nibbled my left ass cheek. My initial reaction was to shriek, but the more he did it, the better it felt.

I was thoroughly enjoying the strange feeling of having a body part bitten.

“You’ve relaxed…” he said. “That’s good. I won’t hurt you. Trust me.” Tracing his finger over different areas, he whispered
, “this body deserves all the delicate touches I can give.”

He kissed his way up the curve of my back and when he reached the top moved my hair to the side and planted kisses along the back of my neck.

When I felt his hardness rubbing against me, I assumed doggy style was our next stop. Instead he instructed me to momentarily move to where the pillows were. He then laid on his back.

“Venha cá, Gabriella.”

I came as he asked.

“Place your hands on the wall above the headboard,” he instructed.

I obliged.

“Bring your right leg over and then lower yourself over my face. I want to taste you.”

And taste me he did!

Shit
! I had never done that before. I felt like putty in his hands or should I say his lips.

He tasted…he devoured and he finished, with a grand finale. My body had never reached the height of pleasure he took me to.

I knew instantly I was in good hands and in for the 48-hour ride of my life.

Victor was an experienced lover. He gave me a beginning, middle and conclusion – several times over.

When we emerged from our shared quarters freshly showered and dressed for dinner, I was a new woman.

I
thought
I was somewhat of a sexual being before that night, but I was wrong! Clearly, I was an amateur.

Sure, Paulo was merely a
five-time deal, but Kenny was more sex than I could count over a three-year period. I guess two lovers did not an expert make.

With Victor…lucky number three, I realized I hadn’t
achieved
fame
until the magic of multiple orgasms penetrated my universe.

I had entered a brand new learning curve and it was enjoyable, to say the least.