YOU KNOW THAT SAYING, “WHAT happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?” Take it from me, that’s a bunch of crap. What happens in Vegas packs itself up and comes home with you. I should know because that’s what happened to me.
When I met Marcelo at Taylor’s party, I really should have known better, but he is so fine. In the daylight he looked a lot different. You have to be careful when you meet someone in a place that isn’t lit very well.
After seeing him in the light of day, it was worse than I imagined. This was a beautiful, sinful Brazilian dream…jet black, wavy hair, green grey eyes, and lips I imagined doing things to me Orlando couldn’t even…my God. And thanks to my idiot head, hopefully soon-to-be ex-husband, I have to stop seeing him, otherwise I might lose the upper hand in any future divorce deliberations. But Marcelo would be worth it. I get all hot in certain places just thinking about him.
I told Marcelo all about Orlando and my attorney’s suggestion that I not get involved with anyone right now. My attorney should have also known when it comes to my personal life, I only do a fraction of the things he suggests.
So Marcelo and I are phone dating. At first I felt a little strange mixing business with pleasure, but Orlando left me. That makes me single and free to see whomever I choose.
Marcelo keeps asking when I’m coming back to Brazil, but I just can’t risk being seen with him in a social setting. Publicly, we have to remain distant business associates.
Once the deal is complete and Orlando and I are divorced, I’m headed to Brazil. Until then, I’ll have to settle for texting, emailing, video dating and some great phone calls. I’ve been wearing my Rosetta Stone CDs out. I can almost order lunch and buy a bathing suit in Portuguese.
To celebrate the release, I’m keeping it at the pre-order price, $2.99.
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