He thought not.
"Okay then," he told her. "Let me go get showered and dressed and I'll meet you there in forty-five minutes."
"It's a date," she said happily. She sat on the edge of her lounger and smiled, leaning forward and giving him a brief kiss on the cheek. Her lips were soft, gentle, and he remembered what they felt like in moments of passion. He shuddered a little at their touch, felt a brief surge of blood go rushing into his nether regions.
"Right," he said softly. "A date."
Jake dressed in slacks and a button-up short sleeved shirt. He began to have second thoughts about the wisdom of being seen in public with Mindy Snow, a well-documented ex-girlfriend, one, in fact, in which there were pictures floating around of the two of them naked on a boat. But he did have to eat tonight, didn't he? He poured himself a double shot of Johnny Walker Black from his suite's mini-bar and drank it down. The doubts disappeared within minutes. He put his key in his pocket and headed downstairs.
He found Mindy waiting for him just outside the restaurant entrance. She was dressed in a tropical one-piece dress that showed a considerable amount of cleavage and fell to just above her knees. She looked beautiful in it, very sexy, very alluring.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Jake asked her as a maitre d led them to a booth near the back of the room. "What about paparazzi?"
"There are no paparazzi here," Mindy told him. "That's one of the benefits of this place. It's too isolated for them."
"Okay," Jake said slowly. "But what about the guests? Won't they..."
"No," she said with a smile. "They won't. Trust me on this, Jake. I'm a happily married woman and I wouldn't dare put my reputation at risk. The press will never know that we're eating dinner together tonight. Not here."
He decided to trust her. After all, she had much more to lose if the press reported on them being together.
The cuisine was not the best Jake had ever had, but it wasn't bad either. He ate a New York steak smothered with sautéed mushrooms and a baked potato. Mindy ate some sort of broiled chicken dish with a side salad. They both drank a lot of wine, four bottles in fact, two Cabernets to go with Jake's beef and two Chardonnays to go with Mindy's chicken. By the time they finished their desert and polished off a glass of cognac apiece, both of them were quite squiffed.
Conversation during dinner had been quite respectable and above-board. They talked of the old times they'd shared, sticking with the happier memories and avoiding the points of conflict. They talked of their lives since the break-up, Jake telling her the tale of their contract re-negotiation (as the end of the contract loomed closer and closer he felt less bound by the secrecy agreement contained within it) and how he had invested and spent his new-found wealth. Mindy told of fighting and struggling to get the roles she wanted, of the roles she'd turned down, especially the one she regretted the most.
"I was offered the lead in The Accused," she said bitterly, "but I turned it down because I didn't want to do another fucking abuse movie." She shook her head angrily. "And look what happened. That bitch Jody Foster got a fuckin' Oscar for it. I'm a better actress than she is!"
Finally, the last of the plates were cleared away and Jake signed the check (it was well over two hundred and fifty dollars when converted to American, thanks mostly to the wine). They stood and walked together out of the restaurant and back to the lobby of the hotel, which was sparsely populated at this time of the evening. Jake pushed the call button for the elevator.
"Are you on the top?" Jake asked Mindy, figuring that she was probably in a suite, which were located on the upper floors.
She giggled. "Sometimes I am, and sometimes I'm not."
Jake chuckled with her. "Don't I know that well," he said.
"Yes," she answered as the doors opened. "I'm in 1524."
"No shit," he said, allowing her to step inside. "I'm in 1531, just a few doors down."
"What are the odds?" she said as he followed her in.
The doors closed. They were alone in the elevator. It started to rise.
"Jake?" Mindy said.
"What?"
"I want you to come back to my room with me."
He looked at her, seeing her supple lips, her bulging cleavage, the look of wanting in her eyes. Yes, there was danger here after all. His instincts had been correct.
"I don't think that's a good idea, Mindy," he said.
"I do," she said, stepping closer to him. "I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me like you used to fuck me."
He was shaking his head but he didn't step back, didn't push her away. "You're married, Mindy," he said, perhaps a little weakly.
"I'm married to a guy who's rich, who fits my career, but who's halfway around the world at the moment. He also has a dick that's only four inches long and generally fires off within a minute or so of touching my pussy."
Jake licked his lips nervously. "Uh... I'm sorry to hear that, but..."
"He knows I find other outlets when he's not around," Mindy said, taking another step closer to him. "He does the same. He's probably banging some eighteen year old actress right now. So don't worry about my vows of fidelity."
"Mindy, really," Jake said, "I'm flattered, but..."
She reached out and took his right hand in hers. "I've had a lot of sex since we broke up, Jake," she told him, pulling his hand closer. He did not resist. "A lot of sex. But I've never had sex like you used to give it to me. There was a lot wrong with our relationship. I'll be the first to admit that. But you are, without a doubt, the best lover I've ever been with. The very best, Jake. And I want you now."
"Mindy," he squeaked, his resolve battered, his penis already hardening in his pants. She was standing right in front of him. Mindy Snow. The best lover he had ever experienced. And she was offering herself to him, demanding that he take her. But there was Helen to think about, wasn't there? He was involved with someone!
Mindy pulled his hand forward again, until it was just beneath the hem of her dress. She pushed his knuckles against the bare skin just above her knee. It was warm and soft and oh so smooth.
"I'm wet for you, Jake," she whispered, tugging his hand upward now. "My pussy is dripping at the thought of you sliding your cock into me."
"Mindy... Jesus," he groaned, still without the willpower to stop her.
She pulled his hand under her dress and into her crotch, spreading her legs a little to give him access. Soon, he felt his fingertips touching her slippery vaginal lips. As promised, they were very wet, very hot. And they were also very smooth.
"You feel that, Jake?" Mindy whispered. "I'm still shaved smooth as a baby's butt."
He felt it. He couldn't help himself. His fingers slid up and down her slit a few times, gathering that wetness.
"Remember when I had Carmella shave me for you?" Mindy asked, her lips now touching his ear, her tongue reaching out and licking at the lobe. "Do you remember that?"
"I remember," Jake croaked, his index finger now sliding into her body to the first knuckle. God, she was still tight, as tight as a teenager.
"I've never let it grow back since," she said. "And I never shave it myself. Not even once. I always have a girl shave it for me. And I always have her finger me until I come when she's done."
Jake actually shuddered. He plunged his finger all the way inside of her and then added a second. Their lips came together, their tongues reaching out and attacking one another. Her arms went around his back and he began to plunge his fingers in and out of her, feeling her wetness dripping down his wrist. She humped back against him enthusiasm.
"Oh yessss, Jake," she moaned into his mouth. "Oh fuck yes! You want me, don't you?"
"Yes," he moaned back, breaking the kiss and attacking her neck, licking her flesh, biting it.