Belching at the after taste from her Venom drink lingering, she shuffled to her tiny bathroom and brushed her teeth. “Dang it, Eve!” Pepsodent didn’t help. Not even gargling! Blame it on the apple tossed she thought to herself, not the snake in the can. It was an everyday curse; she bought a case of her poison at Sam’s Club as a gift from her mother. Mom knew her daughter was addicted to high energy.
Water splashed in her face to revive she tied her long silky blonde hair into a ponytail then went to her bedroom to get dressed. Clean white leggings added to with a simple white sports bra style top that fought against her 36C’s she was dressed for her morning ride. Bobby socks and tennis shoes, dark sunglasses and a tennis hat to shade her brow topped off the essentials. Fanny pack to hold her cellphone, and a protective can of mace hooked about her lithe waist, she unlocked her front door. Carefully rolling out her mountain bike that had been resting idle in her living room she realized she had forgotten something important.
Her sole transportation left leaning against the apartment railing she detached her thermos from the bike and went inside to refill it with water. Coming back, she locked up her apartment, stashed her keys in her fanny pack then reattached her bottle to the bike frame. Riding gloves pulled over her palms she set out taking her bike down the two-level staircase and successfully to the ground.
Mounting her seat, the pressure against her inner thigh, and her pussy sent her eyes flaring. “Quit flirting with me, Sermon.” Yes, she had a nickname for her bike. Sermon on the mount? She found it funny. There were days that seat got her off without even trying. HALLELUJAH!
Out front in the parking lot ready to start peddling something made her pause. Peering up at her apartment door she envisioned Cabot holding her naked against the rail making her smile. “The whole world could have seen me in that moment.” Her pussy got wet picturing him taking her from behind. Not that he did, simply wishful fantasy.
“I can’t believe my neighbor saw us. Raoul has been eyeballing me since he moved in a month ago. I hope he doesn’t get ideas that I’m easy. He’s older and I’m just only into Cabot right now. It does make me wonder where he ran off to last night. I’ve never seen him carrying a pool cue case before. I mean he never leaves his apartment, but I suppose even he has a hobby. Playing pool is fun.” So not a pool shark! Neither was Raoul the Puma! Who knew she had a hitman living next to her.
Activity a few doors down caught Grace’s attention. “Maria is still home. Hmmm? Normally she has to be at the nursing home by 7:00. Did she call off work today?” Waiting for her to lock her door and come downstairs, Grace walked her bike while seated to meet Maria. “Hey you! Playing hooky today?”
Startled the beautiful Maria Salazar looked at Grace with widened eyes. “Do not scare me so.”
“Sorry! Hooky or just oversleep?”
“I… both!” She looked flustered. “Forgive me Senorita Grace I must go.”
“Are you alright? You look really nervous. You know you can talk to me, right?”
“Si! You are very sweet. This is something I must do alone. Forgive my hurry.”
“I can go along; I’d like to talk to you about something anyway. Seeing as you’re on foot, no car. You know there is such a thing as an Uber.”
“Please! I must do this alone. I cannot be seen by anyone; it would not be safe. You must trust me, Senorita Goode!”
“Oh! Okay! Can I drop by later?”
“Today is not a good day. Enjoy your ride.” Maria took off running. Grace did notice a piece of paper clutched in her right hand.
“Goode luck!” Grace was fond of using her last name in such a way. Whatever was making Maria nervous to the point of plight had her too curious. She let the Guatemalan goddess hurry out of sight but did tail her. No trail riding today. This was Grace’s biggest problem, she was nosey! Too nosey!
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Breakfast hours still slow at Hilltop, Cabot Ross assisted where he could. Deep in thought most of his morning over how Roselyn was going to cope with her upcoming appointment with her personal trainer Bryce kept him distracted. Recalling Bryce from high school Cabot always looked up to the guy, Bryce being tall and athletic, but not letting ego make him an asshole. They were similar in that aspect.
While Cabot only ran track, he was still a jock, ego sometimes, nice guy others. Cabot was raised to be a good boy overall, yet he could be devious. Case in point how he suckered Margo Needy only to be suckered right back. That bit of seductive stealth changed him. He wasn’t used to being the one sucker punched. Having been seduced by Margo then getting to know her true sincerity, emphasis on SIN in the word, he had matured in a lot of ways within such a short time.
All of the boys living with the hotbed Cougar had changed. Some like Heath Talbot and Brian Hancock had moved up the evolutionary ladder into more dominant roles. Heath became consumed by owning Margo in a sex slave capacity. It was his treating her thus, that inspired Cabot to pull one over on Rose the very same way. Rob Peter to pay Pauline!
Rose’s money was needed to help fund Margo’s dream of a Bed & Breakfast. Unable to just ask Rose even in knowing her for years, Margo’s pride refused to do it herself. Instead, she planned on using all 380 acres of Darryl Needy’s property as collateral to get high ball loans in the millions. Risky in this economy! Heading up this scheme took strategy and getting to Roselyn’s heart. Yes, it sucked using her, yet part of him was getting attached to Rose as well.
Roselyn was older and wiser, yet thus far it seemed she believed in him. That belief welled up in his throat. It was a good idea at first but in just two damned days he had Rose eating out of his hand. It helped that he was using reverse psychology in making her think he didn’t want her money. Sure, he did, but not all of it. It wasn’t like he wanted to bleed her dry of her billion-dollar inheritance. Just enough to get him through his future culinary school tuition and housing wherever he chose to attend. He had been saving for a while now to achieve that goal. Moving out to Margo’s dipped into that fund, but he adored her, and his lust took over. Next year maybe!
“Earth to Cab Fare!” Nikki N’Dolla snapped her fingers in front of his dazed look. “Trying to figure out how you can sell Janice’s underwear?”
“Ha! Naaa! Granny panties don’t go for much, unless you’re sewing up a parachute.” A thought crossed his mind in that moment. “Hmm? I should have Rose buy me a hang glider. She’s so high up on that mountain that would be a killer soar. Hell, I’d crash into a tree in the valley and never be found. Too much wilderness!” His distraction again at a wave over his eyes ceased. “Stop it!”
“You do know what you started earlier, selling our G-strings is only making Omar and Cedric want to fuck us. Sorry, but I just can’t see that happening.”
“Just tease those guys and swipe their tip money. There’s no harm in letting them see some snatch now and then.”