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- 1-The Winemaker's Author
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Looking to get out for a while, talk, schmooze and mingle with Miami’s most elite, she needed stimulation – more mental than physical. She was a writer, working the corporate grind, uninspired and chained to a cubicle by a non-cubicle salary. This was an event celebrating the launch of a wine. Didn’t matter which one or what it tasted like, she just wanted to meet new people rather than fight her one-hour commute home to watch reruns of Law & Order, wishing she’d be allowed to finally watch all the Sci-Fi programs she had recorded. Guess she’d have to overdose on them one day when she had the TV to herself.
There he was, just another self-centered socialite, good looking, probably not a brain cell in his body. “Sigh,” she thought to herself, “how will this tan, dark-haired hunk manage to bore me with his Spanish machismo? Tell me about his athletic prowess? Brag about his days as the high school QB? Or is it soccer? Yeah, probably soccer. Latin Americans love soccer, or is it futbol? Who cares, he’s just like every other man in the Magic City – I really need to move to the Midwest or something.”
Besides, she already had her trophy husband at home. She adored intelligent guys. Nerds really were her style. Nerds with confidence and charisma. Guys that have something to say, something to stand for… substance. That’s how her husband was, years ago, when they met. He was the tall foreign exchange student with the long hair she hated, the rebellious clothing she despised and a view of world politics she devoured with a ravenousness only matched when they finally bedded one another. She fell in love fast, and hard. She cut his hair, improved his fashion, brushed that diamond in the rough until it shone with such brilliance that women near and far flocked to his side. But he was hers… and she was bored.
“Holly, this is Ivan,” the hostess of the party introduced. “He’s an author and since you’re a writer too, I thought you two should meet.”
“You’re an author?” she asked, thoroughly shocked. “What kind of books do you write?”
An impish smile crawled across his face as he replied in a tone mixed with bravado and bashfulness, and a Northeastern accent that was definitively not Hispanic, “Erotic memoirs of my triumphs and tragedies in love and lust.”
“Oh tell-alls, huh?” she judged him, what kind of man not only kisses and tells but fucks and flaunts it to the public? But against everything she stood for, she found herself immediately attracted to him. His demeanor. The way he spoke - so poised, so self-assured. Blood rushed through her veins, furious at herself for being enticed by such a handsome man – again. “And why would anyone want to know about your exploits?”
“Actually it’s a romantic novel, fictionalized slightly, combining the best experiences I’ve had into the one woman I’m still searching for…”
“Uh huh… sure it is.” Lucky girl, whoever she is, Holly thought to herself.
Never experiencing a reaction like this before, he was baffled as to why she seemed so unimpressed. If he only knew that what she felt on the inside was drastically different than the emotions she was projecting on the outside. “Well, actually the book is just a side project, I’m a Doctor too.”
A doctor? No way. Not with that long hair and chiseled body. “In which field?”
“I specialize in Women’s sexuality,” he said expecting her to flush with the carnal anticipation he always receives when he tells women that tidbit, to watch her adjust uncomfortable from the moisture building between her legs.
“He’s also a model and former Mr. USA,” the hostess mentioned with a wink before waving to a new friend that arrived and sauntered off. Holly shuffled slightly, her legs sliding together. Is it hot in here?
“A sex therapist?” She had double majored in psychology, and had once upon a time considered combining her two passions – playing with people’s minds and “practicing” reproduction. This is interesting. Interesting indeed, she mused. But god, why does he have to be so damn handsome? Mr. USA? Gag me. Yeah, gag me with your… must stop thinking like that.
“Not exactly, but yes,” Ivan’s eyes twinkled. He could feel electricity in the air around them. She’s not flirting with me, but sensed something was happening. But what? “I’m actually a Medical Fitness and Nutrition Specialist but it is incredible the role that sexuality plays in overall wellness and quality of life of both men and women…”
Usually quick on her feet, holding on to every word in a conversation, ready to strike with something witty and off-the-cuff, she found herself lulled into a trance by his intoxicating voice, the obviousness of his impressive formal education, the fact that this muscle-bound brawn may in-fact also have brains. “Something, something… Oxytocin… something, something, blah blah blah,” was all she could hear. She could follow the content easily, but it was the method of delivery – him – that was distracting her. Getting flustered, she had to change the subject before she came across like all the other bimbos in the room.
“So wait, you are telling me that you are a doctor, a model and now a published author?” she suddenly felt envious and simultaneously impressed. She started writing a book a year ago, got three chapters in and lost inspiration while this guy who probably doesn’t have a minute to spare found the time to write his memoirs and got published to boot. Extreme emotions flooded her entire body in waves. She didn’t know whether to kiss him or to cry. She had to get away. She needed to talk to someone that didn’t make her feel so confused. So unworthy. “How is it that someone so good looking is so multi-talented?”
“Well, thank you but I don’t like to think of myself as good-looking…” he started.
“The correct answer was ‘I should ask you the same thing,’” she laughed. “I think I need to call my husband, it was nice meeting you.” She turned heel, heart pounding, a bead of sweat running down her cleavage. Who the hell was that guy? Dangerous territory tonight. Have to watch your step or you might fall into bed with a man that’s not your husband.
Walking away, Ivan didn’t know what happened. But she was right. Was he being ego-centric? He didn’t even ask her what she did. It was an unexpected dose of reality yet delivered in such an easy and approachable way that he was more intrigued than infuriated. He had just come from yet another volatile fight with his longtime girlfriend. His true love, Jaden. The woman he met one fateful night, sipping wine and hobnobbing with local moguls and movie stars. Much like tonight in fact.
He and Jaden had experienced the kind of whirlwind romance that only comes along once in a lifetime. So passionate, such a rollercoaster that he had to put it in ink to prove to himself that it was true. His first book, The Winemaker’s Dinner: Appetizers, was hot off the press and chronicled the beginning of what would prove to be a love that burned bright and intense but was scalding to the touch. His readers would follow him through the greatest love he’d ever known and watch as the trilogy led down a path of destruction and despair.
The memories of Jaden began to sneak back into his soul, crushing him from within. This is supposed to be a happy night, celebrating the launch of my first book, he tried to shake the reminiscence off. Tis better to have loved and lost… oh forget that tired old cliché. How about “if you can’t be with the one you love, love the one you’re with.” He had a void in his heart and he knew of only one way to fill it - with pure, unadulterated, no-strings-attached sex. Where did that girl go? Holly was it? I’ll find her again.
He continued to work the room, making small talk with all the power players while scanning the crowd for Holly’s strawberry blonde hair and incredibly salacious silhouette. She was nothing like Jaden, and that was a good thing. A new flavor, a new experience, a new challenge. Was she playing hard to get or was she really just not interested in him? He knew he felt a connection, something deep and animalistic. This wasn’t love. This was lust. Being a good old fashioned, mama’s boy, it was a feeling the hot doctor surprisingly rarely gave into. She was married though. That went against everything he stood for. Yet, he worked with married couples every day. He gave them advice and understood the inner workings of a relationship. He knew that she most likely yearned to feel new and beautiful and provocative and that typical husbands lose sight of these needs. Was she the same? Did she need a little therapy?
Holly, having spent enough time being bored to tears by has-beens, never-wases and wanna-bes, began to rethink her decision to ditch the dashing doctor, catching his tousled tresses out of the corner of her eye.
“Excuse me, I need to visit the ladies room,” Holly lied to the overly talkative woman who claimed to be a movie producer and the secret lover of a celebrity she absolutely couldn’t mention by name. These people are so fake, Holly thought to herself. Why do I come to these events? I’d rather be camping, or visiting a third-world country, or even staggering from station to station at a beer festival in a tank top and jeans rather than attend this pretentious party, but here I am and I’m not sure why.
She filled up another glass of red wine, snuck a couple cubes of cheese and made her way back to Ivan.
“Having fun?”
“I am now,” he responded.
Holly wasn’t one at a loss for words. She’s the girl her friends use to open up conversations with single men at bars. Able to speak to anyone at any time about anything. She was the one that approached him, but the second she heard Ivan’s voice it was like the English language had been erased from her memory banks completely. Smooth move, she thought to herself. Now he thinks you’re an idiot.
“So you’re a writer too?” he asked, saving her from drooling like an infant in front of him.
“Yes, well, I work in advertising,” immediately shamed that she was a sell-out, churning words for other people like a trained monkey in order to peddle products. “But I’m also working on my own book, a Sci-Fi romance novel. Like with abductions and stuff.”
“Oh, plenty of kinky objects you can use there!” he remarked, causing Holly to visibly blush. That’s cute, Miami girls never blush, Ivan thought.
“Yeah, um I guess so. Is it hot in here? Tell me more about your book, I’ve barely even started mine.”
“Well, I have a copy of the first chapter, if you’d like to read it,” offered the attractive author.
“Yes, very much!” He handed her a small pamphlet of papers and she flicked through it as easily and effortlessly as her trembling hands would allow her. Scanning the text, she was amazed to find that the manuscript was very well written. “This is good.”
“Thank you.”
“No, but really good,” she was hooked. “Let me go digest this for a minute and I’ll find you later, ok?”
Ivan didn’t expect that once again their conversation would end so abruptly. What was he doing wrong? If only he knew that in her eyes he was doing everything right. That he frightened her. Intrigued her. Turned her on like no one had done since she met her husband a decade before. She read the entire chapter, unconcerned with the fact that she was being antisocial in a room of socialites. Who the hell was this guy? It is like he’s from another planet. Hmmmm, inspiration for my own novel? Perhaps. But either way, the feelings he was stirring up were unhealthy for a happy marriage. She needed to leave.
Ivan noticed she had stopped reading and looked intoxicatingly contemplative in the corner of the bar, sipping wine and staring off into the vastness of her thoughts. He came up behind her and spoke in her ear.
“Like it?”
Startled, she spun around to find herself face to face with her new crush, her breasts pressed up against him, their pheromones intermingling, creating an overcharged scent that enveloped them both.
“Yes. Yes I really like it,” she pressed her hand on his chest and pushed him back slightly. “I’d love to talk more. I’d really love to talk more about it and your inspiration but it is getting late and I have to leave.”
“Can I call you? Meet for a drink sometime?”
Yeah right, she thought. “Absolutely! Here’s my business card. I’d love to introduce you to some of my colleagues.” Colleagues? Why are you mixing business with pleasure? “But really, I have to get home. Mind if I keep this as a souvenir?” She held up the single chapter he had given her.
“Please do, for now,” Ivan teased. “I’ll give you a signed copy when the book hits shelves.”
“Well, then,” she tried to flirt fleetingly, feeling like she was failing miserable, “it better say something really interesting!”

“How interesting?” Ivan wasn’t letting her leave.
“Interesting enough that I shouldn’t let my husband find it,” she giggled as she blew a strand of hair from her face. “Ok, but really, I have to go. It really was great meeting you.”
“Same here,” he realized he wasn’t going to win this battle. Not tonight.
Holly grabbed her purse and beelined for the door. Handing the valet her ticket she took out her phone and texted her husband.
“YOU BETTER GET READY BECAUSE I’M ABOUT TO FUCK YOUR BRAINS OUT.”
The drive home seemed eternal. When she arrived, her husband never knew what hit him.
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