Bésame mucho
(Kiss Me)
New York. Now.Of all the Town Cars in New York, I had to get into yours,” I say to Emilio as I slide into the back seat of his car, cross my black-stockinged legs, and look up at the rearview mirror with my sunglasses still on. Our eyes meet in the mirror.
“Where am I taking you, Ma’am?” The initial jolt of surprise I catch in his face upon seeing me when his car slinked to a stop at the curb has been replaced by a huge grin and a naughty glint in his eyes.
To the land of miracles and back, I want to say.
“Orchard and Houston, please,” says Kate as she slams the car door shut. “And get us there quick. We’re late enough as it is. We’ve got a two p.m. appointment.”
The encounter with Emilio isn’t engineered by destiny as much as it is manufactured by desire. But
