Pleasure Cove: Where love is hot on the beach! (13 page)

Carrie turned to look at him out on the balcony before she replied, “I’m trying to go with the flow, Mary, but I think your advice is right on. He may need a little push someday. We’re just not there, yet.”

“You’ll know when it’s time, honey,” assured Mary as she patted her hand. “Let’s get this work done so we can get out on that balcony. I love the ocean breeze at night.”

“Mary, will it be OK if I talk to Bob about closing up the house for you? It will just take one phone call and he’ll have it done.” She snapped her fingers for emphasis.

Mary thought for a minute and threw up her hands, “Sure, why not? I’d lay odds that Miguel has already gone.”

“Then you’re on to a new adventure, Mary, and just think what fun you’ll have at the beach with a new man. Maybe he’ll become your muse and you can paint him nude,” whispered Carrie as they headed out to the balcony.

Chapter 19

Bob was on the phone first thing the next morning to set his plans in motion. He spoke with Juanita about closing up the house for Mary and persuaded her to find the locksmith. Jose had enough troubles, and he didn’t want Pedro hearing anything about their plans. Now, he was on hold waiting to speak with Jose to find out specifically what happened when they confronted Pedro.

“Buenos dias, Jose,” greeted Bob as he heard his friend’s voice. “Tell me about your meeting with Pedro. What did he have to say for himself?”

“Well, my friend, as you say, he lied through his teeth. When Alfredo showed him copies of our income ledger, his face turned white and he shut up. He claims that he didn’t know anything about the sabotage. He thought he was just giving them information so they would know what the motel was worth.  Miguel had promised him a management job if he helped them buy the motel.”

Bob shared Mary’s thought that Miguel would skip town if he had money. “Alfredo took Pedro to Ensenada with him. We want to keep them separated and Juanita is watching the house to see what Miguel does next. If he plans on contaminating the water, he’ll have to do something in the next few days.”

“So, you’re OK with Juanita staying one more week?” asked Bob. He wanted it to be Jose’s idea that she continued her work. He was certain this was almost over, but he’d like a little more research on Miguel’s timeshare contacts.

“Sure, Bob, she’s a good worker here at the motel, too. She set up an expense file for me last week that’s real easy to use. I’m taking it to meet with Alfredo’s banker this week.”

“Jose, that’s great news, I’m glad she could help.  Just think in a couple of years, your son will be a computer whiz and he can do all of that for you – father and son, just the way you wanted. Will the motel be sold out for Memorial Day?”

“We’ve got most of the rooms reserved now. There are always some last minute calls. We’ll be busy. Will you be coming down for the weekend?”

“I don’t think so, my friend. I waited too late to get plane tickets. I bet the flights are sold out already. Give my regards to Alfredo when you see him.  The two of you should think about the charges you want to bring against Miguel and Pedro. He has been an accomplice, you know, we can scare him with that.”

By the time Carrie finished her work for the day, it was time to say good-bye to Mary who had rented a car to return to San Diego so she could continue her painting. Carrie helped her load her canvases into the back seat before giving her a hug, “We promise to call you when we know how everything goes, Mary. Please call when your boxes arrive.”

Bob and Carrie waved good-bye and turned back toward the house. When they were inside, Bob pulled Carrie into his arms kissing her gently, “I’m taking you out for a romantic dinner just the two of us,” he said stroking his hand through her hair. “You were so good with Mary. I want to thank you for your help.”

Carrie stood on tiptoe to kiss Bob. She put her arms around his neck saying sweetly, “Just part of the give and take, baby, I love helping you.” She kissed him again and lingered this time stroking her tongue over his lips. His arms tightened and he deepened their kiss. Carrie ended it with a quick breath, “I’m so happy to have you to myself, we might not get out of this house unless I go change.”

Pulling her closer, Bob touched his nose to hers, “I promise you will be my dessert," he whispered.  Grabbing her buttocks, he rubbed himself against her, “And maybe my appetizer, too." He kissed his way down her neck murmuring, “You’re right; we do need a few moments alone. I want you.”

Lifting his hand, he slowly moved it over her breast molding the fabric so her nipple was highlighted. “Look at your nipple asking for attention. I think it wants it now,” he added as his head lowered to take the very tip into his mouth.

“Geez, that’s nice, but it wants more. Can you take it all in your mouth?” she whimpered. Bob obeyed and opened to capture her breast with a sucking motion. Her back arched immediately responding to his touch. Her arms brought his head closer and she moaned as the sensations shot down her body to begin a throb in her core. “Oh, I’ve got to touch you, too,” she cried as she moved her hands around to cup his ass and bring his closer.

Lifting his head he gave her a devilish smile, “I’m starving for you. Let me have you now, and I swear I’ll worship you after dinner with a long, slow loving.”

“Only if you take me on your desk,” Carrie walked her fingers up his chest. “I’ve watched you at work and fantasized about spreading myself across your papers.”

Taking her other breast into his mouth, he suckled while lifting her legs and carrying her to his office. He laid Carrie right on top of everything as he bent over her. She grabbed his body with her legs pulling him to her. He brought his head up to kiss her passionately. Caressing his hands down her body, he whispered, “You are more important than some papers, Carrie.”

Carrie sighed and lay back to let him undress her quickly. Each touch hummed along her skin arousing her. These days together had heightened her senses to him. She was so easily turned on from having him near. She felt her own wetness spread inside her. “You get to me every time,” she gasped when he bent to taste her wetness.

“You’re delicious, Carrie,” then his head shifted to kiss her upper thighs. He moaned at her musky smell and lifted her legs over his shoulder so he had full access to her core.

When his tongue danced over her labia, Carrie thrust her hips begging him for more. He smiled and brought his finger up to join his tongue so both were thrusting into her.  She squirmed and tossed her head as her passion grew.

“Oh, Bob, what you do to me,” she cried as her climax ran like a crescendo through her.  He continued nipping and kissing her mound as she quivered from the orgasm. “I want your cock, now,” Carrie pleaded as she tugged on Bob’s hand.

Bob opened his pants and quickly thrust his penis into her hot core. “Ah-h, fill me, baby, I want it all,” encouraged Carrie as she lifted her hips to meet his thrust. She brought her legs around his waist and her hands rose to grasp her own breasts so she could rub them together. Bob leaned down and wet her nipples with his tongue. She squeezed his legs to encourage his thrusts. With his hands on her shoulders and his mouth buried on her breast, Bob took Carrie till the rustling papers began slipping off the desk. As groans came out of his throat, he stilled and pulled her fully against his exploding cock.

Just as she imagined, Carrie lay sated and spread across Bob’s desk. She smiled at him and purred like a cat, “I think you like shagging on your desk, Bob.”

He kissed her bellybutton and all the way up to her chin. “I love fucking you on my desk,” he corrected with a smile.

“Now, you have to feed me, I’m starving,” she countered as Bob pulled her up from the desktop. “I’ll be dressed in a flash.” She grabbed her clothes scattered around the office and ran for the bedroom. Bob lingered behind to pick up the papers off the floor.

Carrie came running up the stairs a few minutes later wearing the same halter dress she had worn at the motel. “Oh, what memories that brings back,” Bob said fondly. “Did you rub on the glimmer dust for me? He turned her around admiring her looks. “And the turquoise earrings are perfect,” he kissed her cheek. I’m the luckiest man tonight.”

Chapter 20

Jose and Alfredo walked back into his office after saying good-bye to the banker. “So, what did you think, Jose?” Alfredo began as they sat around his desk.

“I need to go back and study the ledgers to see if we can make the income he shows on his forecast. I do like the idea of paying Bob off and taking the loan from the bank as part of this plan. I should have come to you, first, as family. I took the easy way out.”

“We wouldn’t have gotten this far without Bob,” Alfredo reminded him. “Juanita was his idea and she’s done good work. What else can you have her do before she goes back to California?”

“Bob has her researching the timeshare contacts just so we know more about them in case they keep hounding us. She offered to set up security on the computer so no one at the motel can enter without a special code. She’ll be around for a few more days.”

Checking his watch Jose began gathering his papers but turned to Alfredo to ask, “How is Pedro doing?” He stuffed the bank papers in his briefcase closing it with a snap.

Alfredo smiled and patted Jose on the back, “Your boy is turning into quite the landscaper. My police buddy’s threats scared him so I think he’s doing his penance. I’ve promised to talk to him about a job at the car dealership if he finishes his punishment of hard labor.”

“No need to screw up a boy’s life because he’s gullible,” said Jose. “Now, what do we do with Miguel to get him out of the picture? I’d like to give him a taste of my own punishment.”

“He’s the key to ending this, Jose,” countered Alfredo, “He’s a mouse heading to our mousetrap right now. I’m curious to see what he does now that Pedro’s gone. Pedro was his stooge inside the motel. With Pedro disappearing, I think Miguel will get antsy and contact the timeshare folks. Tell Juanita to keep a close eye on his nightly activities. My buddy is running her photos through the police database. Maybe we’ll get a name from a photo match. He told me there were too many fingerprints on the security badge to get anything definitive.”

Miguel stuffed a flashlight and a water bottle in his dark jacket before he left to scout the motel. He wondered if Pedro was staying there to work the night shift and sleep during the day. He also needed to check the filtration system and see if it was like the one used on the cruise ship where he had worked. He smiled at the jokes they used to make about the gringo tourists running to the bathroom with Montezuma’s revenge. If he could do that at Pleasure Cove, it would bring the motel to its knees and they would be eager to sell.

Skirting through the mango orchard, Miguel approached the motel grounds from the rear. He wanted the water supply that was past the new construction area at the back. He’d had some beers with the construction workers in the village so he knew what to expect.

Silently he made his way up the path leading to the motel. He stopped when he saw a movement coming out of the construction area. Hitting the ground to conceal his body, Miguel watched a security guard stroll out of the darkened area. He carried a gun on his shoulder which surprised Miguel. “
Someone’s expecting trouble
,” he thought. He waited until the guard turned and walked past the construction before he lifted himself and headed in the opposite direction.

His heart was racing when he slipped back into Pedro’s house. “
What the hell is going on
?” he thought. Taking a beer from Pedro’s fridge, he sat in the dark and tried to figure out what was happening. Pedro’s gone and they have changed the security at the motel. So, did they get to Pedro and he ratted out on me?  Or did Pedro just meet a hot chica at the motel and is having a good time?  Maybe they changed security to protect the building materials he saw delivered yesterday. He drank his beer and calmed down a little. Nothing ever happens in this place he realized. Maybe I should go over to The Spa and send a message to my man Felix.  There are other ways we can ruin the Pleasure Cove business this weekend.

Leaning back in his chair, Miguel closed his eyes and remembered that hot little waitress he had on the boat. She used to joke about loading up the drinks to make more tip money. What if he could do something at the bar that would make everybody sick? He thought back to the times he’d been at Pleasure Cove with Mary. Everybody came for the weekend buffets. “Ah-h, I’ve got it,” he swore tapping his beer on his knee. “I know just the trick to make everybody sick and I can do it myself.”

Juanita sat patiently watching Pedro’s house. She was surprised that Miguel came home so early. Standing to stretch her back, she straightened quickly when she saw Miguel slip out the back door. She followed him past the motel and down to Mary’s house. He used his key to enter quietly. Soon, Juanita saw the flickering of his flashlight in the kitchen. “So, he’s the one who has been flashing lights late at night on the beach,” she whispered to herself.

Miguel was only in the house for a few moments departing quickly. “No backpack, no clothes, I wonder what’s in the bag he’s carrying?” she murmured.  Following him back home she waited to see if he had other plans but soon all the lights were out for the night. Walking back toward the motel, Juanita tried to second guess Miguel. He needed something from Mary’s house that Pedro doesn’t have. He didn’t stay long enough to search the house so he’s not suspicious, but he’s acting like someone with a plan. I better go see that locksmith tomorrow. We can’t wait till next week.
He needs to be cut off now
she realized.

The morning sun had just appeared over the horizon when Miguel pulled on a cowboy hat and boots. He had to look like a local so he borrowed Pedro’s clothes. Grabbing his paper bag he headed for the village. Today, he was just like all the other shoppers who bought food at the Farmer’s Market.

Cutting across the open fields, Miguel took a shortcut to the village. He bought his fruits and vegetables then headed back. This time he intentionally walked the road and kept his eyes peeled for the produce truck that came every Thursday to Pleasure Cove.

When he turned and identified the truck, he waved and stuck his thumb out for a ride. As the driver slowed, Miguel flashed a big smile. He asked if he could hop in the back to Pleasure Cove. As the driver nodded, Miguel ran to the back and vaulted in with the crates of fresh produce.  He waited until the truck was moving at full speed before he opened his bag and exchanged five of the tomatoes in one of the crates.

He smiled to himself thinking how pleased Felix would be that he found an easier way to make everyone sick. It was just a matter of time until they would be running the motel.

***

Juanita was setting up the encryption code on Jose’s computer when he walked into the office. Everyone was busy since several guests arrived later in the day for a long weekend. She closed the door for a minute and told Jose about Miguel’s midnight visit to Mary’s house. “Can you call the locksmith for me? He might respond better to a man,” she finished.

“Sure, give me his number and I’ll get him out here this evening. If we offer him extra money for tonight, he’ll take it.”

“We should quietly warn every employee to notice if Miguel is on the grounds, especially the security team. I’m certain he will try something. But, it won’t be the water supply. You should have seen him run when he saw the guard with the gun,” laughed Juanita.

“I’d like to run him out of town with a gun,” retorted Jose. “He’s caused me enough trouble. I'll call the locksmith for you.”