Entangled Temptations

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Chapter 2

I sat on the plane, eager to get away. Replaying over in my mind, the horrific events over the last couple of days that were leading up to this. I guess I always knew deep down I would’ve been settling with Smitty, so in a way, this was a horrible blessing in disguise. All of the little untold truths that were coming to head; every time I would let my hair down & Smitty always had something negative to say.

The flight attendant in first class came to my pod and asked, “Would you like some champagne ma’am?”

“Yes please, with some orange juice,” I replied politely. I thought to myself, “I don’t want to look like a COMPLETE lush drinking this early.”

I had always flown Business Class, so First Class was definitely a bump up in traveling. It was like flying in a suite. I glanced outside the window, wishing the plane could just taxi from the gate and get in the air already. I had already breathed enough of the same time-zone air as Charlie and Smitty. When the attendant came back with my mimosa, she had already snagged a few bags of pretzels. “That’s it, wherever I go, I’m flying first-class from now on.”

The captain had just turned off the seatbelt sign when it was time for me to go use the bathroom. I got up, almost lost my footing, and tripped right at the feet of some man. Too embarrassed to even look at his face, I dusted my knees off, and he grabbed me by the elbows.

“Are you okay? That was some fall you took.” A smooth deep, accented voice vibrated deep within.

“Yeah, I’m just a klutz who should know better than to drink mimosas,” I said to him, still too embarrassed to look at him.

He took my chin by his thumb and forefinger, ensuring eye contact, “Don’t feel bad, it’s the cabin pressure as well that can mess with your equilibrium. Do you need me to take a look at your knees just in case?”

“No, I’m good. It didn’t hurt that bad, I promise.” Fuck was this man’s deep hazel eyes were mesmerizing. Sure I wasn’t looking for any type of affection, but that didn’t mean the lower parts of me weren’t working. And I definitely was getting some type of reaction from between my legs. I pulled my head back out of his grasp, remembering I needed to use the bathroom, but now needing to use it for a COMPLETELY different reason.

Heading back to my seat after using the lavatory, I glanced over at the suave, debonair, mysterious gentleman. He was in deep concentration looking at something at his tablet & biting his lower lip, but I got a good glimpse of his profile and to say he was simply sexy was an understatement of the century. He had sandy brown hair that was short on the sides but a little long on the top with a widow's peak, his goatee only magnified his deep dimples and full lips, he had sharp cheekbones that should’ve looked a little feminine on him, but somehow looked just right. And to top it off, he had freckles on his sun-kissed latte complexion. I shook my head & proceeded back to my pod.

I knew it was going to be a while on this flight, so I got into a pair of yoga pants and a loose-fitting shirt, closed the shutter on my window, put on my complimentary sleeping eye mask, and laid back to go to try and have a peaceful sleep.

Apparently, having a mimosa in a different altitude could possibly alter the way you sleep, because when I awoke, we were already at the gate in the airport in Seville. Everyone had already gotten off the plane and the flight attendant was patiently waiting for me to follow suit.

When I made the travel plans, I spared no expense, as I had been saving up for this very moment one day. I had made sure to book me a suite at the Hotel Alfonso XIII. So, when I had gotten to baggage claim, I had a gentleman in a suit with my name in a masculine scrawl waiting for me. I truly felt like royalty.

“Hola Señorita! Welcome to Spain. My name is Tómas, and I’ll be your driver today.”

I’m glad he spoke English to me because my Spanish is shoddy at best, but I was determined to live my best life either way. “To new beginnings,” I thought to myself. I followed him to his sleek town car and got in the back seat, trying to get on Spain’s time since I practically slept 12 hours. The car ride itself with traffic ended up being about 30 mins, I had texted Ayana telling her I made it safely and that when I got settled in my room, I’d video chat with her.

We pulled up at the hotel and instantaneously I was captivated with the architecture. The exterior made of tan stucco walls, tall windows, and of course Spanish style design. It kind of gave me an old-world feel. Tómas hands the bellboy my luggage, kisses my hand, and gets back in his town car, heading to the next pickup I assume. The bellboy gives me a flirty smile and puts his hand in front of him, as if to say, “after you”. I hadn’t gotten a chance to change clothes when I was in the airport, so yoga pants, sunglasses, and all, I tried my best feeling and looking like a regal Audrey Hepburn with her head held high.

The interior was just as elaborate as the exterior was, marble flooring, high vaulted ceilings and arches, detailed with a lot of gold. I walked up to the front desk, zoning in on the front desk clerk, that I hadn’t even noticed the gentleman standing next to me speaking fluent Spanish rolling off his tongue. However, he certainly noticed me, stopping dead in the middle of his sentence.

“So, we meet again. How are your knees?” The sexy stranger asked.

Once again, my kitty down below purred like an engine with a V8 cylinder. I shifted my glasses off my face and on to my head, “They’re fine, thank you for asking. What are the odds that we not only were on the same flight but are checking in at the same hotel at the same time?” I gave a blushing smile.

“What are the odds indeed.” He looked me up and down. Both of our attention shifting back to the front desk clerks.

“How may I assist you señorita?” The young man with the name tag “Jorge” on asked.

“Yes, Kaliyah Sessoms checking in.”

“Ah, sí. A single bed correct?”

“Yes, it’s a queen-size bed right?”

“Sí señorita, it is. Here is your key, please feel free to call down to the desk, should you need any assistance, está bien?”

I gave a small nod and began to gather my things so that I could get as far away from the stranger next to me, but when I looked up, he had already checked in and was waiting on me to finish.

“My name is Maximillian, but most people just call me Max.” He said confidently as if he just KNEW I was going to give him my name. I wasn’t in the mood to be social, ESPECIALLY with the opposite sex, but something about him just kept drawing me in closer.

“Kaliyah, but you can just call me Kay.”

“Well, Kay, have you ever been to Spain before?”

“No, a matter of fact, this is my first time.”

“What do you say we move out of these people’s way, and sit down to talk for a bit? Surely, there is a reason why we have bumped into each other twice on the same day.” He said again with an assured confidence that began to give my emotions polar opposite reactions. On one hand, the point of me getting away on this vacation is for myself, and myself alone, but he was just so damn sexy and alluring. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, so of course, my curiosity won that battle.

He took my luggage from me & led the way to the sitting area in the lobby, and as much as I hated the male race, all I could think was, “So it seems chivalry is not dead after all.” We sat in a couple of high back soft leather chairs facing one another along a wall of windows overlooking the outside terrace, It was only midday, but I was not in a mood to drink any hard alcohol. He initiated the conversation.

“So, Kay, tell me what brings you to this wonderful country.”

“It’s always been on my vacation bucket list. I had some time and some extra cash around, so I decided now was the best time to go, while I still had the nerve.”

He sat back in his chair, contemplative for a moment, studying my body language, my mannerisms, and my facial expressions.

“So Max, tell me, why are YOU here?”

He tsked under his breath and said, “So brash and direct I see. Well, Kay, some of my family is from here, and we all decided to come to Seville for a small vacation. I myself wanted to come here a couple of weeks early to truly enjoy myself here before they showed up.”

“Do you have a problem with how I speak?”

“On the contrary, I don’t, but you’re so closed off. I merely want to get to know you better. I don’t believe in fate, but I do believe there is a reason that I’m here right now with you speaking with you.”

“Yeah, that reason in being you asked me.” I started to get irritated, and gather my belongings. He reached out and put his large hand on top of both of mine, as his dark hazel eyes bore into mine. It was like he was taking a peek into why I was really closed off without saying a word.

“Kaliyah, hold on a second. Just listen to me for a few minutes, and if you don’t like what you are hearing, you are free to go. Okay?”

I closed my eyes and took a breath. I didn’t like where this was going, yes he’s sexy as hell, but what the hell did a complete stranger have to say to me upon meeting me within a matter of a few minutes? I opened my eyes, seeing that he hadn’t moved and barely blinked.

“Fine, just a few minutes okay? I’m a little cranky as if you couldn’t tell.”

“Which is why I would like a few moments of your time. Now, what I have to say to you, you may not like, but I feel deep in my bones as though you need to hear it.” I rolled my eyes as a response.

He chuckled and said, “First, let me say that you are absolutely stunning. Makeup or no makeup, anyone could see that. However, you're so closed off, that you won’t even allow anyone to appreciate your beauty. I don’t know why, and I don’t need to know why. You’re so reserved but I can see there are some things inside of you that are dying to come out. That’s what is so intriguing to me, you’re a conundrum wrapped up in an enigma, and I for one love puzzles. How about this? Since it’s already about 3:00, we go up to our rooms, shower, get changed, and we come downstairs to eat? Then if you’re up for it, maybe some dancing?”

“If you’re looking to get laid, all of the dinner and dancing isn’t necessary. We can go up to either one of our rooms, and fuck right now.”

He closed his eyes, moaned, and subtly adjusted himself, “As tempting as that sounds, I would like to go to dinner with you. Maybe have some conversation with you, perhaps a couple of drinks, see how/what you look like not so uptight, dance with you, and THEN fuck you. I’m all about delayed gratification. Let’s just try it that way, take it one step at a time, and then go from there. It’s not your beauty that turns me on, it’s your wit and that mouth of yours.”

“Well shit, when he puts it that way…” I thought to myself. Who was I kidding, this sexy stranger, who I never have to see again, wants to take me out to eat, dance, and then fuck me? Who was I to argue? It had been a while since I was satisfied sexually since Smitty was always working before I left on assignment. Now, I knew why. I mentally smacked myself upside the head for even thinking about him while I had Max in front of me.

“Well when you put it that way, I’d be crazy to turn down your offer right?” I quirked an eyebrow.

Again, he chuckled, “Kay, I swear if you’re not careful, I’d do something very naughty to you and your mouth, and won’t think twice about where we are. See me? I don’t care about restrictions, and what I should and should not do, but you on the other hand? Through all of that smart mouth and sarcastic wit, you’re still a woman who cares about what other people think. I aim to change that.”

“Fuck, who was this man? Nostradamus?” I thought to myself again. Or was I that transparent & readable? The fact that this man could read me like a blind man could read braille unnerved me. But again, for curiosity’s sake, I decided to against my better judgment and trust him in this. “You only live once…”

“Well, what room number are you in or should we just meet in the lobby at a certain time?” I asked him.

“Oh no, we most certainly will not be meeting in the lobby, for you to stand me up. No, I want your room number, so that way, I can be a gentleman and escort you to dinner properly.”

I gave him the room number, got up, and walked over to the old-style elevator and selected my floor. Once I closed the door behind me, I rang up Ayana.

“Hola chica! How is everything? How was your flight? Are you enjoying yourself so far?”

“Damn, one question at a time Ya! Everything is okay, somewhat. My flight was good considering I don’t even remember it cause I slept the whole way through, and I’m kind of enjoying myself. I’m not entirely sure though.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means, I met this sexy as sin man on the plane. His complexion the color of a warm latte and his eyes dark hazel. He has a goatee and dimples that I could fucking swim in Ya. Oh my God, if I hadn’t known any better, I swear I would’ve been drooling. Plus to top it off he’s like 6’3”.”

“Well shit, did you fuck him yet?”

“You know, no wonder I’m so brash with my words, I’m just like your ass.” Thinking of the word Max used to describe me.

She laughed through the phone that I felt deep in my soul. Even after everything, I’m still so grateful for Ayana essentially giving my emotions a good swift kick in the ass.

“So then, I take that as a no, you haven’t. Hold on one second, I’m turning it to video chat. I wanna see you & your room!” Not a moment later, her face appeared through my phone.

“I keep forgetting the time difference, what time is it there?”

She looked over at her clock and said, “It’s a little after nine in the morning, and you?”

“Okay, I’m about 6 hours ahead of you, so a little after three.”

“Turn the camera around, I wanna see your room!” She sounded as giddy as I felt. One of the things that kept a connection between Ayana & I, was that no matter how big or little my successes were, she was genuinely happy for me. So I turned the camera around and gave her the panoramic view.

“Holy shit Kay, that headboard! Is that the initials of the hotel embroidered in there?”

“Wow. You don’t miss a beat.” I replied dryly.

“Okay bitch. I don’t travel outside the country as much as you do. So excuse me while I go contain my excitement.”

Right then, I felt like shit because she was right. While I took things like that for granted, Ayana would truly appreciate it in all its glory.

“Damn Kay, that room looks fire! You should pat yourself on the back because you did a really good job with choosing that hotel.”

“Well, thank you.”

“Now, about this guy? Tell me more about him.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Do you plan on sleeping with him?”

“What is your obsession with my sex life? Isn’t yours healthy enough? JESUS!”

Ayana rolls her eyes at me, “Yeah of course it’s healthy. Some might say a little too healthy, but I know you Kay. Deep down you may want to, but you’re so used to pleasing the ‘societal norm’ that you’re willing to repress yourself.”

“Am I that fucking predictable? What the hell?” I said a little too loudly. I was tired of hearing that. Hearing Ayana’s brutal honesty never bothered, but today it hit a nerve and it had nothing to do with her. She stayed silent for a few moments, but all the while, never taking her eyes off of me.

“Are you done having your little diva breakdown moment?” I only shook my head. “Now, do you care to tell me what the hell that was about?”

“Not really, but I know you’ll badger the hell out of me. The guy I met earlier? His name is Max and he made that same assumption about me.”

“But mami, it isn’t an assumption if it’s true right? And I’m willing to bet my next orgasm that the fact that he could read you so well, left you reeling, am I right?”

I flopped down on the bed in the hopes that with me delaying my answer, Ayana would relent, but I knew better. “Ugh, I fucking hate it when you’re right.”

“Kay, come on we’ve been best friends since high school, and practically have spent every waking moment together. We know each other’s thoughts before they even form in our minds.”


“So you keep reminding me.” I checked the time, knowing that I needed to get myself together. Max never gave me a time to be ready, so I knew I didn’t have to rush, but I knew I needed to get myself in gear.

“So Kay, if you want to fuck him, just fuck him. Don’t worry about anyone else, just make sure you get off. Have the best no strings attached orgasm of your life in a different country and then keep it moving okay? Just make sure you use protection. On top of everything else, we don’t need any diseases or unwanted pregnancies.”

“Ayana, please, I didn’t even go without using protection with Smitty (thank God for that) who was my fiance, come on now. Well, listen, I got to get off the phone to get ready and have some dinner with Max. I’ll let you know how that goes, okay?”

“You better pendeja! I’m counting on you!”

I ended the call before she did or said something embarrassing like, “your pussy’s life depends on it.” I got up and went into my bathroom to get ready to shower, and immediately fell in love with the oversized shower head. Thirty minutes later, I came out of that shower feeling like a million bucks. I decided to go with a simple sundress because I was unsure where exactly we were going for dinner.

Not a moment later from me putting the finishing touches to my makeup did I get a knock on the door. I opened it up and was not ready for the sight before my eyes. Max was wearing tan linen pants with a baby blue loose button-down shirt. He smelled like sandalwood and musk and was definitely drool-worthy.

He held his arm out and said, “Are you ready?”

I gave him a small smile and took him by his arm. I promised myself while I was in the shower, that no matter what, I’d enjoy myself no holds barred.

Before we got on the elevator, he put his hand on the small of my back, leading the way from behind me. He leaned on close with his breath on the back of my neck and whispered, “Kay, I have to say, you look good enough to eat. I’m halfway tempted to eat my dessert first.”

Goosebumps dotted along my skin as I felt his accented voice vibrate within me down to my core. He knew what he was doing to me because he gave a low teasing chuckle.

“On second thought, I am quite hungry. I thought we’d go for tapas downstairs in one of the restaurants. Is that alright with you?” Max asked.

“Yeah, no problem.”

We got off the elevator, walked to the hostess stand, and were led to our table. Max pulled my chair out for me and then sat next to me, not across. Within ten seconds of us sitting down, our waiter greeted our table and took our drink order; one thing about staying at a 5-star hotel with a restaurant within it was you get 5-star service.

“So, Kay, I know we spoke a little earlier, but tell me your story.”

“Oh no. I’m not drunk enough to tell you my sordid story. Maybe a little later.”

He leveled me with a serious look and said, “Come on Kay, talk to me. It doesn’t have to be about anything you don’t want to tell me. Okay, tell me this: why are you so reserved, when you so desperately want to be free?”

“Okay, fine. I’m a freelance photographer but I’m high in demand. I’m not an only child but I am the youngest. I’m newly single.”

“No, I didn’t ask you to tell me about you. I asked for you to tell me your story.”

“I’m confused aren’t they the same thing?”

“No. You’ve just given me a quick, run down bio about you. I want to know YOU.”

I took a sip of my drink. I knew what he was getting at and I really didn’t want to talk about it because it was still very fresh in my mind, but I felt it may be better to just “rip the bandaid off”.

“Okay, fine here’s the nitty-gritty. I just very recently broke up with my fiance because I found him in bed fucking my sister. We had dated for about four years, but deep down I always knew I was settling for him because there were certain things about me that he didn’t particularly care for.”

“Things like what?”

“The fact that I’ve always been sexually attracted to women as well as men.”

“Have you ever been with a woman?”

“Not sexually, no. The most I had ever done was kiss/make out with one, and even then it was all very PG13.”

“Is that something you’d like to explore?”

“I mean if the timing and the woman were right.”

“It’s either yes or no, Kay. You have to let go of what’s right in ‘society’s eyes’. No, what you want isn’t what most people would consider the ‘norm’ but if you ever take a closer look into those people’s homes, I bet there are some graveyards in their closets.”

I thought for a moment because what he said was funny. “Graveyards?”

“Yeah, graveyards, because forget simple skeletons. If I had been your fiance, I wouldn’t have stifled you, I would’ve helped you explore that desire, nurture it, and watch it grow. So don’t worry about him because he’s a boy masquerading as a man with his insecurities.”

Our conversation seemed to flow after getting through the hurdles of me admitting certain things to a complete stranger, but after divulging my secret of liking women, it really felt like I was floating. We ate, had some more drinks, and I found my attention drifting to his lips as he spoke about being an anesthetist. I must’ve been staring too long because he stopped in mid-sentence.

“Kay, how about we skip the dancing for tonight, and we take this back upstairs with a nightcap? If you decide to accept, I promise I won’t disappoint. Whatever you want, no pressure.”

Normally, I wouldn’t have a one night stand with somebody I had just met that day, but I was up for trying new things. Like I said, shedding Smitty was probably the blessing in disguise that I needed; besides, the little tingle I felt in between my legs started to become a huge spark. So with that being said without any doubt I said, “Absolutely.”

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