The continuing tale of a woman who escapes her nowhere life by traveling the world of imagination.
Maya opened the door to find Pino holding a silver platter covered in decadent treats.
“You ordered dessert?”
“Well, hel–“ She stopped as Stephano peeked around Pino’s head.
“Ciao.”
“Eh, ciao.” Seeing other guests coming down the hallway, Maya hurried the two men in the stateroom, pointing toward the sofa. “Over there, please.”
“Stephano overheard our conversation, and I thought we could make it a little party,” Pino said, nodding the young man toward the couch as he set the plate down.
Maya smiled at the older couple down the hall and closed the door. “Party, yes, sure,” she said, a little relieved. This thing with Pino was moving a bit too quickly for her. Stephano took the pressure off. “The cruise line sent a bottle of champagne; it’s in the fridge.”
“The cruise line?” said Pino, pulling out the bottle. “I didn’t know you were so important.”
“Oh, no. No, I just work in the LA office. This is a FAM cruise. Everyone gets one.”
“Fam?” asked Stephano, not understanding.
“Familiarization. So I can get acquainted with the ship.”
“More acquainted than you might have thought, eh?” Pino said, just as the cork popped and champagne sprayed the room. They all laughed.
Maya took the chair opposite the couch, where Pino and Stephano sat silently. The three raised their glasses and toasted. Just then, Spencer opened the door.
“Oh, sorry. No sign on the door.”
“I forgot…”
“What’s up? Job interview?”
“What? No, we’re just having a little party. Why don’t you join us?”
“No, no, I’d never intrude,” Spencer ducked in the bathroom, holding out his toothbrush. “Got a date with one of the dancers. Can’t resist a man in tights.”
“Well, at least have some champagne. Dessert?”
“Any sandwich cookies?” Spencer winked.
“Let me see—” By the time Maya got the gist, the door was closing.
She turned toward Pino. He smiled broadly, revealing deep dimples beneath his lascivious eyes.
She turned toward Stephano. He gaped at her with his huge, puppy dog orbs.
“You know, I’m not sure I’m up for dessert after all.”
Pino cocked his head. “Are you sure?”
Stephano looked at Pino, back to Maya. “You don’t want me?”
The look of rejection on Stephano’s face made her wince. “Oh, no Stephano, it’s not you, it’s me. I’m not feeling so well.”
“Oh, that is too bad.”
“Yes, too bad. I think we should try to do this another time, Pino.”
“Of course.” Pino motioned Stephano toward the door. Maya followed, holding it open as Pino turned and paused.
“I trust I didn’t offend you.”
“Oh, that’s all right. Just didn’t know what I was getting myself into.”
“Perhaps you and I can finish the champagne tomorrow.” He kissed her gently on the lips. “Alone.”
Her eyes remained shut as he pulled his lips away. “Hhmm, that would be nice.”
“Tomorrow then.” He nodded.
“Tomorrow.”