Alessia Brio Pura V

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even same-sex passion doesn't have to be accompanied by
violence; that there are places in which peace embraces passion.
Not only might it help our campaign, but it also might leave egg
on the faces of those who stirred up the whole mess."
"Gracious, but he has a sexy voice!" Sam's voice interrupted.
Stormy laughed. "Well, we know that bump to the head
didn't hurt her libido!"
"Squelching that woman's libido would be the sexual
equivalent of hell freezing over." Charlie turned toward the
telephone. "How are you feeling, Sam?"
"Seriously pissed off. My darling husband, Doctor Dick,
won't let me out of the house, and I'm in the mood to hurt
someone. Those assholes threw a wet blanket over my kick-ass
presentation. I'm still seeing red. He's afraid I'll just stir things
up again, and to be perfectly honest his fears are well-
founded, but so what?"
Charlie could visualize the expression on his brother's face
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by the exasperated tone in his voice as it carried over the
phone's speaker. "There are much better uses for your passion,
dear heart. Leave the unpleasantness to the intolerant. You're
working on a new project down there, Stormy?"
"Just getting started, yes. But," she added immediately, "we
don't want to do anything that will put Sam in an awkward
position or, rather, a more awkward position."
Sam's hearty laughter filled the room and danced off the
walls. "Sugar, this is nothing compared to my other sticky
situations."
"Alright, you two," Richard cut them off. "We've all got more
important things to do than trade innuendo. I just wanted to
make sure you all were up to date, and that our little scuffle
here didn't throw a wrench in your plans. I trust you to do
what's best. We'll be fine here. The worst, I believe, is over. The
lawyers can handle the fallout behind closed doors, and that
we all know will likely drag on for many months. I just wanted
to make sure you were alright and give you an update. Good
luck!"
After several minutes of fond farewells, the call ended with
promises to keep one another apprised of any pertinent
developments. Charlie shrugged and waved the sheath of news
printouts.
"Now what?"
Pietro collected the little cardboard cartons and, removing
their wire handles, placed them in the microwave to reheat the
remainder of their dinner. "Why don't we crank out a press
release right now, spend the night here, and in the morning,
head over to east coast? It's just a day earlier than originally
planned, and we're almost a third of the way to Puerto Viejo
already."
"Works for me," Stormy nodded. "There's only one
condition..."
Charlie grinned, anticipating her next words, but Pietro
cocked an eyebrow in query.
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"I get to sleep in the middle!"
Pietro surprised them both by responding, "You had the
middle last night... and on the beach the night before. In my
ever-so-humble opinion, I think someone else should have a
turn. Now," he shifted gears before either could reply, "let's get
to work."
It took them nearly three solid hours to wordsmith the press
release to everyone's satisfaction. In the final analysis, the four
paragraph document said nothing of consequence, but it did so
in an utterly charming and laid back fashion. Pietro sprinted
back to the Internet caf� just before it closed to upload the
document to their web site while Stormy and Charlie sent text
messages directing their media contacts to the site.
Breaking out the Flor de Ca�a, Stormy mixed sweet coconut
milk cocktails to toast the success of their effort. The stresses of
the day, their exhaustion, and the alcohol proved to be a potent
combination, and contagious yawning soon overtook them.
Charlie was the first to strip down to his boxers and fall onto
the mattress. He fell asleep listening to Stormy and Pietro
cleaning up the dinner mess. When he woke, sometime in the
wee hours of the morning, he found himself quite cozily wedged
between his snoozing companions. Stormy's bare back nestled
against his chest, just as his nestled against Pietro.
He could feel the younger man's breath against the back of
his neck; his arm draped casually over Charlie's waist and [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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