"It's a pleasure to see you, Tam." Niccolo took off his gray pull-over hoodie to hang it in the closet. "Want a drink?"
"Sure." Tammy stood in front of his desk with her eyes fixated on him. "Champagne, please."
"You got it." He opened the mini fridge behind the bar to pull out a taste of Italy.
As he poured her glass in a flute, she asked, "Have you heard from Dell?"
Niccolo sat her flute on the coaster to fill his own. "Nope."
"Not since you kicked him out the club, right?" She chuckled with her eyes still on him. "I no longer live with him."
"Where is he?"
"I gave him the house."
"Why?" Niccolo looked up from pouring champagne in the flutes.
"I pretty much told him since he wants to bullshit around, he could pay the mortgage himself."
Niccolo, not realizing he overflowed his flute, felt champagne suds sizzling down his right hand. "Damn!"
He licked his finger to her delight.
"And where you stay? If you don't mind me asking." He handed her the flute.
"At my boyfriend's house."
"That's funny."
"Why is that?"
"That just tells me you were fucking someone all along." He headed back to the bar to clean up the spillage. "Who is the lucky guy?"
"Some youngin' I met. I'm officially a cougar," Tammy joked.
She sipped from the flute with her eyes still on him. As he wiped off the bar with napkins, she glanced at the flash of her wedding ring. That was the first time she broke her gaze.
"I love the wig." Niccolo complemented the wavy bob cut. "Black looks good on you."
"Thanks." She subconsciously patted her head. "I cut my hair after dyeing it blonde."
"Why?"
"Dell," she said. "He didn't say shit about the new look – he ignored me to play some stupid video game with boys I could've birth. I gave myself the big chop to grow my hair again – a fresh start.
"You look good no matter if your hair is blonde or brown." Niccolo spoke of her natural hair color.
She felt good about Niccolo seeing her beauty.
"Want to see a trick?" She slipped the wedding ring off her left ring finger to put it in her mouth.
"Wow." He watched her swallow the ring.
She took another sip to make sure she thoroughly washed down the mirage of a marriage. "I always thought the name, Tammy Moretti, had a nice ring to it."
She referred to Niccolo's last name.
"I want to see what you're working with." She eyed his dick print.
He loosened his sweats to whip out his dick that he pointed at her like an arrow.
"Oh God," she voiced her lust.
She had second thoughts about fucking him. The size of his dick intimidated her. She often wondered if the gossip about him was true. She saw the realness and told herself, I'm not ready.
He aggressively flipped her around and lifted her black skirt. She wore no panties, easy access for him to veer between her walls. He spat on his dick to stretch her walls from the width that buckled her knees. She folded underneath his grip as he kneeled behind to spit on her pussy. He dipped back inside with more lubrication to thrust deep.
