The Queens of San Diego (18+)

Chapter 6

Martina

As I step out of my condo, I feel the cool evening air brush against my skin, causing a subtle thrill to ripple through me. Tonight feels different—charged with a sense of anticipation that's hard to ignore. I'm dressed in something bolder than what I'd usually wear to meet a client. My black dress clings to my curves in all the right places, showing just enough skin to be suggestive but still classy. It's a look that screams confidence, though the truth is, I'm feeling something much more complicated beneath the surface.

Ricardo is waiting for me at the curb, and not in the Ferrari he drove last time, but in something even more striking—a brand new Porsche 911 Sport Classic in sleek silver. The car gleams under the fading daylight, catching the last rays of the sun like a polished gem. It's a car that demands attention, just like Ricardo himself.

He steps out of the driver's side, his tall frame moving with that same easy confidence I've noticed before. There's something about him that makes my pulse quicken—a mix of charm, wealth, and an air of unpredictability. His eyes lock on mine, and the slow smile that spreads across his face sets the flirtatious tone immediately.

"Do you like it?" Ricardo asks, gesturing toward the Porsche with a casual wave of his hand. His voice is warm, rich with a slight accent that makes everything he says sound just a little more intriguing. "You're the first person to sit in the passenger seat."

The way he says it feels personal, intimate, like this night isn't just about business or impressing a client—it's about me. I can feel myself leaning into that energy, the way he's making it clear that I'm the one who's special tonight. It's flattering, to say the least, and I can't help but smile back at him, already sensing where this evening might lead.

I glance at the car, then back at him, letting my fingers trail along the edge of the door as I make my way around to the passenger side. "I love it," I reply, my voice carrying just enough flirtation to match his. "I think I can get used to this."

Ricardo's grin widens, and as I slide into the smooth leather seat, I can't help but feel a thrill of excitement. The way the Porsche hugs the road as he pulls away, the soft purr of the engine—it all adds to the atmosphere of seduction that's already building between us.

This isn't just about dinner. It's something more. Something that has the potential to go beyond where I normally let these client relationships go. And for the first time in a long while, I'm not entirely sure I want to stop it.

As we drive, Ricardo's hand rests casually on the gear shift, his other hand controlling the wheel with a kind of effortless grace. Every so often, I catch him glancing over at me, his eyes sweeping over my outfit, lingering just long enough to let me know he likes what he sees. And honestly, I'm liking the attention more than I'd care to admit.

I let myself relax into the seat, the tension from earlier slipping away as the cityscape blurs past us. Tonight feels full of possibility, and for once, I'm not overthinking it. I'm letting myself enjoy it—enjoy him. And whatever happens next? I'll deal with that when it comes.

For now, I'm just going to let myself feel.

As we glide down the coastal highway, Ricardo keeps his eyes on the road, but the playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth tells me he's enjoying the build-up as much as I am. I keep pressing him, half-serious, half-teasing, trying to figure out where he's taking me, but he remains tight-lipped, only offering vague hints about how tonight's dinner will be unlike anything I've experienced.

"Oh, come on, Ricardo," I say, turning toward him in the seat, my curiosity getting the better of me. "You can't just drop me into a Porsche like this and expect me to sit here quietly while you drive me who knows where."