Margo, a wealthy and sexy jet set babe, lounged by her pool as she watched Trevor, her pool boy, work under the hot sun.
Trevor’s muscles glistened with sweat as he worked, catching Margo’s eye. She couldn’t help but feel a tug of desire as she watched him.
People accuse me of being a man-eater. Not true. I’m a big believer in catch and release. I snag you, have you, and let you back into the wild. No harm done. Maybe, come next season, I’ll hook you again, and you’ll be a bit bigger than the year previous. Everybody wins.
And that was precisely my mentality when it came to Trevor.
I’d just returned from Punta Cana. Fourteen days in paradise was just what the doctor ordered. I lounged on the beach while my personal cabana boy lathered me up in sun tan lotion, brought me drinks, and attended to my every need.
Well, every need but one.
But now that I was home, I was more concerned about that one little need than all the other thirsts I had satiated in the Dominican Republic. It’d been a dry spell, to be sure. I had a brief fling a year ago with a man who worked for me before I sold my company and settled into an early retirement. But he’d moved since, and whether through lack of suitable men for “the job” or sheer entropy, I’d slept alone ever since.
Most men were a bore, anyway. For a season of my life, they wanted me just for my body. Later, they wanted me for my money. Nowadays, most want me for both. My name is big enough that I can’t go anywhere in this town without being recognized. And although it does show some signs of aging, my body still elicits second glances from most of the men I pass on the streets.
And why wouldn’t it show signs of aging? I’m over 45 now. Find me a woman my age who doesn’t have any wrinkles or sagging parts.
But I digress. I can still rock the two-piece slay my lingerie any day, just as I did today, while reading a paperback on a lounge chair outside my Palo Alto mansion. There was still a nip to the air in the late spring day, so I had a cute coral off-the-shoulder dress draped over my thin frame while I sipped a margarita in the middle of the day.
Technically, I was “supervising.” Trevor and his team were conducting the start of something incredible until this shenanigan happened ….
Margo invited Trevor into her luxurious mansion, unable to resist the temptation any longer. Margo and Trevor’s forbidden romance continued in secret, adding an element of danger and excitement to their encounters…
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For a season of my life, they wanted me just for my body. Later, they wanted me for my money….
