Nick sat in his room tapping the keys on his laptop. He just wasn't sure how all this would play out, or if he had even made the right decision in trying to work with Geena to do this story. He was happy about his decision to work with his long time friend, Sophie Cho, becoming a featured writer for her new magazine. He had even gotten excited about taking on this assignment, getting the inside scoop on the owners of one of the biggest and most notorious swinger clubs in the country.
Moving in next door to Candy and Myles Masters had already started paying dividends. Candy Masters had already practically invited herself over, as soon as she spotted him out in the yard. She looked like a goddess, tall, lanky and gorgeous. He couldn't wait to meet her husband Myles. If he was anything like her, this whole adventure was going to be a hot mess. He still wasn't exactly sure how he was going to handle getting involved with them and his "play" wife, Geena, in a sexual setting. He had a staunch Catholic upbringing, filled with rules and regulations on sex. Despite his need to participate in at least a bit of their world, he was having a hard time reconciling how he could have sexual contact with another man's wife.
Geena had Thursday off, and decided to wash her lime green Mustang. Unlike many women, she enjoyed taking good care of her car. It was her pride and joy. She put on her favorite car washing clothes, a tank top and shorts, and headed out to the garage. She stopped to tease Nick first.
"Hey Nick, I'll be out in the driveway, washing the car off. Want me to wipe yours off too? Or does that violate one of your neatness codes?"
"Ha ha." He looked up from his laptop to see what she was wearing. "You're going out there to wash a car, looking like that? You're practically naked!"
"No I'm not! I just don't like to get my other clothes all wet up. It won't take me long anyway."
"Good, you know it's your night to cook."
"Yeah, yeah."
She opened the garage, grabbed her buckets and got started. While she was leaned over washing the roof of the car, she noticed a black Lexus pulling into the Masters' driveway next door. A tall, buffed, man got out, with rich mocha skin. He sported a navy blue designer suit, and he looked all business with short curly hair, a neatly trimmed goatee and sideburns, and expensive shades. He seemed to be distracted by her, so much so that he could barely get his bags out of the trunk of his car. Eventually he dropped the bags on the ground, choosing to walk over to where she was standing, increasing the smile on his face as he got closer.
"Hello!" he called out in Geena's direction. He stood at the back of her car, trying to keep any water off his shiny snakeskin shoes. "You must be the new neighbor Candy told me about. I'm Myles Masters, Candy's husband. And you must be Geena."
Geena backed away from the car, bending down and dropping the sponge she was holding in the bucket. She straightened back up, meeting the gaze he had plastered on her.
"Hi, yes I'm Geena." She could barely take her eyes off him. He was gorgeous, standing there in that suit. He took off his shades to reveal the sexiest eyes she had seen on a man in a long time. They were gray, surrounded by the thickest dark lashes and eyebrows. God was he sexy.
"My wife told me you just moved in. She means to invite you and your husband for dinner Friday. I'm looking forward to talking with the two of you. I hope you can join us."
"Yes, I'm sure we can make it, just let us know what time. I would shake your hand, but, you know, dirt and suds and all, I don't want to wet up your suit. Is that an Armani?"
"Good eye. Yes it is." He looked her up and down again. "You mean a pretty thing like you is out here washing a car by yourself? Isn't that your husband's job?"
"No, this is my baby. Nobody touches my baby. I enjoy washing my car. I like getting wet."
"Oh, I see," he grinned, putting the tip of his glasses in his mouth, obviously pondering what she just said. "Well, I'll let you get back to your suds. Look forward to seeing you tomorrow."
"Nice meeting you."
Geena watched him walk into his house, carrying all his bags in one trip. "Whoa, is he fine!" she murmured under her breath. As she reached back into the bucket to retrieve the sudsy sponge, she noticed Nick standing in the garage, motioning his head for her to come to him. She dropped the sponge again.
"Yes dear?" she said as she approached.
He grabbed her by the arm, escorting her in the house.
"What was that all about? Was that Myles?" he asked.
"Yes, that was him," she responded dreamily. "They want us to come to dinner Friday night. I told him we'd be there."
"Earth to Geena!" Nick snapped his fingers in her face. She was off in fantasy land. Myles was mesmerizing. She couldn't wait to see him again. She came back down to earth. And to Nick.
"What?"
"You two looked like you were about to rip each other's clothes off and fuck right on top of the car, that's what! You should have seen it. I did. Myles looked like he was two seconds away from grabbing you, and I don't think you would have stopped him."
"Nick, are you trippin? I mean, did you see him? Damn, how could I not be looking at him?"
"Uh, because you're supposed to be married to me, forget about that?"
"Nicky, are you jealous?"
"No! I'm not jealous! Why would I be? We're not really married. It just didn't look right, that's all I'm saying. Remember, your 'role' as my wife? My wife wouldn't be standing out half naked on the front lawn, ready to rip her clothes off and jump on the next door neighbor, that's all I'm saying."
