11. Luca
Luca
After I received that text from Diana, I was on a high. The day went by fast and I was itching to get to dinner with her. Maybe she would be willing to go out to a restaurant in town, but if not, the little cantina in the resort is pretty good.
When two p.m. rolls around, my shift ends and it's time for me to pack it up.
I head over to the headquarters to clock out.
Opening the door, I see Gael sitting at his desk.
I know she told me that Gael came to talk with her, but it must not have been too bad since she's agreed to go to dinner with me.
Not being able to help myself, I walk over, trying to look as mad as I can.
He must believe it because when he sees me coming, his eyes go wide.
Crossing my arms over my chest, I lower my voice when I get close to him. "Diana told me that you talked with her. What did you say?"
I watch as Gael gulps. He knows he crossed a line but doesn't realize I'm not really upset yet. My lips twitch wanting to smile at how uncomfortable he is, but I hold it back. Besides, he deserves this for sticking his nose in somewhere it doesn't belong.
"Uh, yeah, I did. But I didn't say anything bad," he mutters.
We both stare at each other, neither of us saying anything as if we are in a standoff.
Him probably trying to figure out how he can resolve this and me relishing in him worrying about me being mad.
Gael breaks the silence first when he whispers, "How mad are you? "
"Why?" I ask, but don't answer his question about whether I'm mad or not.
"I just wanted to let her know how great of a guy you are," he says as he looks me over.
I can tell he feels bad and wants to right the situation. Since I'm not mad, I decide to have mercy on him and let him off the hook. I can't help but laugh when I smack him on the shoulder. "Don't worry, man. She told me but still wants to have dinner with me."
"So, you're not mad?" he asks, his brow furrowed.
"No, I'm not mad. I know you only have my best interests at heart," I tell him.
"Then why did you act like you were?"
"Someone has to keep you on your toes, Gael."
He grins at me. "It's a good thing you're not mad, because even if you were, you'll never get rid of me. I would have to attach myself to you until you forgave me."
"Well, it would be forever because I don't forgive that easily," I tell him, chuckling.
"So, dinner tonight, huh?" he says, his voice taking on a more serious tone.
"Yeah. We're just hanging out for the week."
"Be careful, Luca. You're not a fling kind of guy. I don't want you to get hurt."
"Don't worry, I have a plan."
"See, that's what worries me. Your plan."
Smacking his shoulder, I grin at him, telling him as I leave, "Don't worry about me. I'm a big boy."
I head back to the locker room leaving Gael behind.
When I reach my locker, I shove my clothes from last night into my duffel bag and clock out for the day.
It only takes me a few more minutes until I'm in my car.
Glancing at the clock, I see that it says it's two thirty, giving me plenty of time to get home, showered, and even take a nap.
Driving through the streets, the excitement of dinner with Diana and my lack of sleep battles with each other. I can feel the zip of excitement in my body, but my eyelids are feeling heavy. Thankfully, Los Cabos is a small town. It only takes me fifteen minutes to get back home to my apartment.
Arriving at home, I take my shower though a little bit of disappointment fills me when I realize that I’m washing off the smell of Diana.
That's when an image of her riding my cock plays in my mind, making my cock hard as a rock.
Closing my eyes, I allow the hot water to wash over my body as I wrap my hand around my dick.
Something I seem to be doing a lot lately, ever since I met her.
I begin to jerk my hand up and down, but it only takes a few minutes when I've got the image of a beautiful goddess in my mind, muttering her name as I come all over my hand. Hell, I can't wait until I have her again.