The next couple of Chapters down the Rabbit Hole. :P

(Back by demand for more of this absurdity). Enjoy

Chapter 10-8



We were back in the parking lot on a lower level, walking past a wide selection of exotic and domestic sports cars.

“What do you think of the Audi TT 2019,” He looks at me, his hand on my waist.

“Bit too on the nose, don’t you think?”

“Yes, it is rather cliche after that horrid book series, isn’t it?”

We walk deeper into the rows of cars. I stop next to a sleek silver Aston Martin. I run my fingers suggestively across the hood, of the powerful machine.

“Ah, I see that you have a taste for the Vantage,” He chuckles,” Though if it pleases you, I will oblige.”

Hell yes! This is the car the ‘Man ‘himself would drive.

“Ooh, you sure know what I’m thinking, Mr. Bond,” I make my way to the passenger side of the car.

“Oh, so you’re driving? Interesting. Do you drive stick,” He inquires as I step up to the right side of the sexy sleek machine.

“No sir, I sure don’t,” I concede as he opens the opposite door, and I bashfully trot around the trunk of the car.

“Quite alright, I know you Americans drive on the left of the vehicle,” He gently closes the door as I take the true passenger side of the car. My sweat moistened thighs began to stick to the leather of the seat. He takes the driver seat. This is all a little weird, but I think I could get used to it.

“What about my car on the upper level? I don’t want to pay a fortune in parking fees,” he fires up the fine tuned engine as we sit in the space. He takes out his phone and prods it with his finger a few minutes.

“What kind of car would like?” Oh no he didn’t! I was all but soaked through in my panties, as I thought about it a few minutes.

“A Lotus Evora with a spoiler,” I imagine the car.

“Ah going British eh,” He grins up at me,”Color and interior?”

“Black cherry red with a white stripe, and white Italian leather,” I can almost feel the soft well crafted leather on my backside..

“Ok, just let me finish up the last minor details and...”, he prods the phone a few more seconds, and I can’t believe it,” Done..” He taps the screen a final time, I rub his forearm on the shifter knob.

“So you just bought me a car?”

“Better. I sold your old one as well, and I will give you the cash once it is finalized.”
“But how do you-”, his pale digit presses against my lips.

“Trust me I know you drive a Camry. There isn’t much that goes on around my building that I don’t know.” This Mr. Bond has me sold. I kiss him on the cheek, leaving behind a deep crimson brand of my lips.

“What was that for,” He looked at me shifting the car into gear.

“You are going to be trouble for me, Mr. Bond,” I gaze at him taking a long slow breath.

“Careful there fair lady, I am trouble,” He put on a pair of bomber shades and took off from the parking space like a rocket,” Trouble is my middle name.”

Edward Trouble Bond, ETB, sure lacked a bit when I put more thought than needed into it, so I went with the preferable option.

“I am most eager to meet this...Trouble...you speak of,” My voice low and dusky.

“Let me show you the way,” He drove maniacally on the road, like an outlaw on the run from the authorities. Oh my God, he is sooooooo spicy!


I was a little sad when we exited off the 202. It was a smooth and exhilarating ride, my heart thumped hard, almost as fast as the pistons firing. Though it was nice to give my revved up heart a little time to slow down, as we cruised through Scottsdale.

While I am not much of a fan of the city, it was pretty at sunset. Edward drove us up into the nice neighborhood up in the hills to the west. Then we passed a saguaro that grew in such a way, that it looked like it was flipping the bird. I giggled as the illusion of where we were was broken by the silly looking cactus.

“What,” Edward looked at me with broad smile.

“Nothing, it’s stupid,” my giggle became a chuckle.

“Whatever it was-,” He looked in the rear view mirror and joined in the comical moment,”Silly things the way they grow. Look like alien trees or something.”

“Yeah they do look pretty weird.”

10 minutes later Edward smoothly parked the Aston Martin in the driveway of a very extravagant, castle-esque mansion that sat at the top of a rather tall hill. I was awestruck, glued to the window as the car came to a halt in front of the monstrous suburban dwelling and it’s columns adorning the front.

It took me a few moments to realize the gravity of what I was getting myself involved in.

“Miss Vasquez,” His voice a distant echo in my ears, and I barely registered the warmth of his hand as he helped me from the car, shutting the door with a soft clack.

“Oh wow,” All I could manage, as he led me to the ornate wooden and metal decorative front door.

“Welcome to my home away from home,” He used his arm to guide me into the the lavish dwelling. My eyes darted about my surroundings, covering every square inch that I traveled within. The only thing I heard above my heart, was the sharpness of my heels as they clacked on the polished marble floor.




Chapter √9


Edward left me in his living room after getting Danni’s email from me. I was too nervous to go snooping about his house, so I relaxed with the glass of wine he’d poured for me. The chair with which I sat was extremely comfortable, and only enhanced the relaxation factor of the wine.

However, the decorating was most peculiar to me as I sipped my wine in the fading sunlight. Not that I am an expert on interior decoration, outside of tacking up a few posters and a little abstract art prints. But this place was almost in how at odds it seemed to be mashed together. Almost as if a classy lady and a big leather biker got into a deco-war, and this was the aftermath. None of it at all made a lick of sense, or rhyme or reason. I mean I know I am a bit out there, but Edward is a whole new brand of weird.

I closed my eyes and tried to imagine a little more conventional setting, enjoying the drink and comfyness beneath me. Ah, this is too nice, what’s the catch for something so simple, yet so distant.

The front door latch broke my daydreams, and I froze holding the stem of the glass in a death grip. I shrank into the chair, and held my breath unsure of what was going on. The door clicked shut, and the deadbolt was set.

“Where’s my little muffin man,” boomed throughout the house, in a deep low graveled voice. I wanted to giggle at hearing that come out of a man, but I was still petrified in place. Though I started to put the decorating dilemma together with this new added piece of the puzzle.

“Oh hey, cuddle bear,” Edward answered the other man affectionately. Wow! And they said college was wild, but um...yeah...

“So, how was your day pookie?”

“Oh, well this afternoon was exciting. I met the most intriguing young lady. In fact she will be joining us for dinner. I just got done doing one of my famous interview videos for a journalist who couldn’t do it in person, because she is bed ridden with the flu.”

“The poor thing.”

“Yes. I hired someone last minute to go and look after her. All alone, and suffering in bed.”

“That is one of the many reasons I love you, you’re such a sweetheart, always taking care of people.”

“Oh, you ha ha.”

“I feel rude not meeting our guest.”

“Right. I left her in the living room for a few minutes with a glass of Merlot.”

The two men announced by their footsteps growing in the distance. I had eased up a bit, after finding out that new person was not a killer or something. Sure would have been awkward to have been on the phone with the fuzz, trying to explain that I was alone in some rich guy’s pad, and somebody just picked the door and came in like he owned the place. I only made it as far as putting my hand over my heart, as it beat uncontrollably.

The Two men entered the room, turning a light on as they did. I got my first glimpse of ‘Cuddle Bear’. He was dressed smartly in a button down shirt and slacks. His hair cut short, and he sported a thick beard. His rolled up sleeves revealed service tattoos, but as to what branch he was in I couldn’t say.

“Good evening, young lady,” He smiled down at me, and held out his enormous hand.

“Hi,” I put my hand in his.

“Your trembling, what has you spooked?”

“I think it was you,” I managed to find my tongue again.

“Ha, ha, I get that a lot. Eddie was the same when we met, ain’t that right?”

“Yes, but I found out just how wonderful and kind you really are, Ron,” Edward patted the large man on the shoulder.

“Maria,” I timidly smile looking between the men.

“So tell me Maria, are you here of your own volition, or did Eddie kidnap you,” Ron chuckled and Edward doubled over in a fit of laughter.

“My own volition, I think,” I snigger awkwardly and sip my wine.

“I’m yanking your chain, Maria,” He patted me on the knee,” Well come on muffin, we gotta whip up something tasty for the little lady..”

What just happened? Dinner, ok I’ll follow the rabbit hole. I left the chair and followed them to the kitchen as they bantered leading the way. Either I have had too much wine or not enough? Well, at any rate things just keep getting more and more interesting.

I perched myself on one of the bar stools on the opposite side of the large island from the busy men milling about the area.

“Freshen that for you,” Ron held the bottle of wine.
“Please,” my eyes explored the heavy racking where their pots and pans hung sparkling in the track lighting.

“So Maria, what brings you to our neck of the wood,” Ron began chopping up vegetables for a salad on large wooden cutting board.

“I was doing a favor for my friend who caught the flu.”

“No kidding, Eddie mentioned that a student journalist couldn’t make it out.”

“I am sure she will be more than surprised by his video to her, and for the person he hired to take care of her,” My phone alerted me of a text,” Speak of the devil...”


Hey, so I got this amazing email from Mr.Bond and he seems so nice. I don’t think I can thank him enough for his reply, or for the care giver babying me with the flu. Where are you? Are you coming back tonight, or did you get a room?


“My friend Danni is really grateful for all you have done for her, Mr.Bond,” I start tapping out my answer to her,” From the way it sounds you are going to get a rather lengthy thank you note.”

“That’s my little muffin man,” Ron and Edward share a quick peck on the lips.

“I do what I can,” Edward shrugged with smile.

From there the tension had become a distant memory, as we chatted. My stomach growled while the aromas filled the air, and my mouth watered. It was nice to laugh about how awkward things had been when I got into to town, though I can’t believe I let my sex drive run that show. At the present I was getting a little tipsy on my third glass, and getting comfortable in my current company.

How could I not? I am in the kitchen getting cooked for by two spicy men! I am in heaven, as far as I’m concerned.