To everyone who has been asking for a look at something new, here is the sneek peek of what is going out next. The first thousand words, for your reading pleasure. Comments always welcome….
The crowd was just starting to get going, Piper Kincaid thought to herself. The early birds had already been here awhile and others, like her cousin and herself, were hungry for food and entrainment. Or food at least, she decided, thinking more of herself. Entertainment was optional.
“So tell me again why we came here for dinner?” she asked her cousin, Molly.
“Because it’s the best place around,” Molly declared, barely managing to contain her excitement.
“The best for what?” Piper’s question was drowned out by the eager cries of the other women around them. She was going to guess The Beach Crab was the best for ladies entrainment in the Flamingo Beach community. So how was the food?
“Steak sandwich meal,” she requested when the waiter came by their table. “Fully loaded please. And a seltzer water.” Realizing that good conversation was going to be just about impossible, Piper leaned back to observe the show, pondering what brought her to this.
Her latest creation at the fashion house was going better then anyone had expected, except her of course. The Dusty Duds jeans were the highlight of all the shows, the talk of all the papers and blogs and the envy of all the competitors.
Eager to jump into another project, even better than the Dusty Duds, her superior brought her plans to a screeching halt. Seeing her SUV parked in its customary first position parking spot early Monday morning, he immediately called Piper into his office.
“You are a brilliant designer,” he said, after sharing the latest figures on the Dusty Duds campaign. “And you are a workaholic. I would never dream to change the first but I am ordering you to change the last one. Now. Today. Take a vacation before you burn yourself out. Come back fresh. Good bye.” Waving her off, Piper was still a bit shocked as she packed her bags and phoned Molly. Then, as she left New York for sunny Florida, she decided maybe a short vacation would help the creativity. Just a week. Use the time to gather inspiration for the next project, she told herself as the miles rolled by. A working vacation.
Now, two days into her working vacation, she crossed her arms over her chest, regarding the man up on the stage. He was cute enough, though too young for her taste, dressed in a business suit and carrying a brief case. He swayed to the music, slowly discarding his glasses, briefcase, suit jacket, tie and shirt as the women’s screams grew louder as they waved bills in the air.
Growing mildly interested, Piper watched him disrobe until the song ended and the screams continued. Molly squiggled and squirmed next to her, clapping her hands and whistling.
A brief moment of silence fell on the room as the young man grabbed up his garments and props and darted behind the red curtain. Piper took a sip of her seltzer water.
The music started up again, a different song as the curtain parted. Dollar bills of various denominations shot into the air.
“It’s him!” Molly exclaimed, gripping Piper’s arm tightly, almost making her spill the water.
Him? Curious, Piper studied this new dancer. He could have been any age, it was impossible to tell. He was tall. She stood at five foot nine, more in heels, so it took a lot for her to consider someone tall. Long blond hair was pulled back into a flowing ponytail. Sparkling blue eyes and a brilliant smile was all Piper could see from behind the black mask that covered him down past his chin.
Swaying slowly, rhythmically, he left the stage, unlike the other dancers had. Choosing to cover the room, he deposited articles of clothing every so many tables. Women stuffed bills into any spot they could find, all but swooning if he paused a second to favor them with his personal attention.
“It’s the Masked Bandit!” Molly whispered fiercely, still clinging to Piper’s arm. “Oh my! He’s coming this way!”
Feeling her heart suddenly skip a few beats, Piper watched the Masked man weave toward her table, his eyes having locked on hers.
Stopping before her, he swayed, pulling off his detachable pants, revealing furry thighs and a black G-string bikini. Molly screamed.
Piper’s breath caught. Unable to break the spell of his blue eyes, her fingers itching to touch that black mask, instead, she picked up a twenty from the table. With trembling fingers, she looped it through his gently swaying G-string. Impulsively, because she liked it, she added another one.
Lowering one hand, he reached for her hand, gently lowering his head to kiss the back of her hand. Excitement sizzled through Piper, leaving her giddy. Suddenly the Masked Bandit pulled her up out of her chair, into his arms, close to him, making her sway in rhythm with him.
He smelled clean and male, he had recently showered. The strength in his arms was amazingly both gentle and firm. She no longer heard the screams of the women around them. It was just him and her.
Her lips parted as they held eye contact, her heart hammering loudly in her chest. Painfully so. She knew the exact second he was going to kiss her. Eagerly, she waited for it, her eyes half closed.
Abruptly, the song ended and he froze, surprised. Gently he guided her back to her chair, turned and hastily scooped up his clothing. In one light bound he landed on the stage, disappearing behind the curtain.
“Oh, Piper,” Molly sighed deeply. “He likes you.”
Before Piper’s stunned senses could think of a reply, the waiter brought their food, setting the plates down. Piper stared at her meal, heart still thumping wildly, knowing somehow it would pale compared to the last few seconds.