Steve thought he shaved four minutes of his usual time between ‘Organics-2-Go’ and his house, but there was no way to know because he had never timed himself. Because he only thought of green lights, he only encountered green lights; or at least, that’s what he could remember.
Steve opened the door of his car and then powerwalked to Victoria’s door while trying to conceal his eagerness. He opened her door and then pulled her out. They jumped the steps in twos, and Steve was thankful that vegetarian restaurants focus on portion control. He felt a smidge bloated, but that wouldn’t matter in bed; he had dark shades in his room.
“This is my house,” Steve said and opened the door. “My humble domain. Let’s go check the fluffiest bed you’ve ever been in.”
“Steve, there will be plenty of time to do it in every single nook of this giant house,” Victoria leaned on her toes and kissed Steve’s nose. “I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.”
“It’s a big house, but it’s just a conventional house,” Steve said with resignation closing the door behind Victoria.
“Not too much to see here really. Maybe the view of the Pacific Ocean. When I bought this place,” Steve continued realizing Victoria wanted a tour, and it was his chance to keep showing his self-control, “I thought I would be able to drive golf balls into the ocean all the time. It turns out the ocean is farther than it seems, and my neighbors don’t appreciate balls landing unexpectedly on their yards. Now, I only have the view. Especially after hitting Milton over the head. Which is fine because I don’t spend a lot of time here, anyway.”
“Next stop, my TV. My TV is one of my proudest possessions because I get to watch the masterful work of others in one of the biggest possible shapes. A big big rectangle”
“Next stop is my library,” Steve lead the way to a room to the right of the living room. “My library is not too big. I should have called it the game room. That’s where I keep my pool table and my darts. But right here is a shelf,” Steve pointed to a shelf behind his desk. “This bookshelf contains the best books I’ve ever read. I don’t believe like many people do, that you have to constantly be learning to become great. You have to learn a few of the good concepts, which will be enough to live the life you want.”
Steve looked back at Victoria and rattled, “fact: I have less than thirty books, but I’m a millionaire. Fact: librarians have access to thousands of books, but they are broke.”
Victoria read the book titles Steve claimed possessed all the knowledge. The shelf had all the properly approved books. These were the types of books published by lists in newspapers, the true mark of books worth reading.
Victoria immediately recognized some of them, ‘The Lawyer and the Buick,’ ‘The Hour to Assassinate,’ The Cockatoo Portfolio,’ ‘The Woman on the Boat.’ Others she had never heard of before like ‘The Zero Seconds Workweek,’ ‘Violet Lollipop,’ ‘Tough True About Toughness.’ The final section she remembered from overhearing people talked about them at other seminars ‘Really Really Tall Man Steps,’ ‘The Mystery,’ ‘Rich Uncle, Poor Aunt,’ ‘The Millionaire’s Neocortex’ and ‘The Rich Dude on the Block.’
“Even though I said my point was clear,” Steve started behind Victoria after giving her time to look at the titles. “I have something else to add. To succeed is very important to know the same things that successful people know. If somebody knows something other people don’t, then that person can’t use that information. Business people can only operate when they know what everybody else knows.”
“Besides, you are not truly successful until you’ve written a book and your book has been inspected and approved by the true holders of knowledge in our society: reviewers.”
“When are you writing your book?” asked Victoria.
“Man,” Steve wagged his finger at Victoria with surprise. “you are good; you are very good.”
“It doesn’t take a mind-reader to know you are a man with something to say,” Victoria walked away from the bookshelf and got closed to him. “So?”
It took Steve a second to compose his thoughts. He was charmed by how attentive she was to his ideas. Why wouldn’t she be? He IS a man with a lot to say!
“Soon. I’ll write it soon. The book will be a cocktail of universal principles, that is to say, principles about the metaphysical universe. Almost like a recipe book modeled after landmarks before mine but in the right measures: a quarter cup of ‘The Mystery,’ a spoonful of ‘Imagine it Then Get it,’ a squeeze of ****’Making Acquaintances and Telling Them What to Do” ****and a pinch of ‘The Force of Mystic Thinking.’”
“Sounds illuminating. Do you have experience writing?”
“I don’t. But I’m a firm believer that experience comes from innocence. Because I’m not tainted by rules, I’m bound to revolutionize the field of writing. Reviewers will recognize the greatness of my style and won’t have a choice but to promote me. The person new to the industry is always the person who revolutionizes the industry,” Steve looked at his watch. “The second session of the seminar is going to start soon.”
Victoria walked towards him and whispered in his ear, “I’m ready for a different second session.”
Steve was delighted to hear this; his self-control had finally paid off. He grabbed her hand and walked through the hallway without saying a word. His blood had already left all major muscles and was flooding the organ below his belt. He quickly led her to his room. He wanted to startle Victoria with his one-thousand thread count Egyptian cotton sheets.
Victoria undressed him while he was standing up. She diligently took every piece of clothing from Steve’s body until he was completely naked. He tried to take her off, but she wouldn’t let him, “you might have more money than god and be the boss of the universe, but I’m in charge at this moment. Lay on your back.”
Victoria walked over to the audio system in the room. She turned it on, and a booming voice came through the speakers. She recognized the lines from the audiobook ‘Seven Likely Routines of People Accomplishing Tons.’ Victoria paused the guru and looked through the music shelf. She found a Peruvian instrumental group known for its New Age meditation music.
Victoria danced to the music, her hip movements falling in perfect cadence with the pockets of the wooden flutes. The music was as fitting as a scarf around a neck. Victoria’s dance made the music transcend from meditative to hypnotic.
Victoria locked eyes with Steve, and she started undressing. Every time she got closer, she took a garment off and threw it at Steve’s face.
What did he do to deserve this? He wanted to know because he wanted to create a routine around it so he would be able replicate results on command.
Victoria finally got closed to Steve, who couldn’t lay on his back anymore from the excitement. She kissed him for half a second before she threw him on his back again. She positioned herself on top of him, let him inside, and started mounting him.
Steve tried to get up close to her to kiss her face and hold her in his arms, but she was in control, and she just pushed him back down. She swung her hips faster with every thrust until Steve lost all will to get close to her and instead focused on Victoria’s skin rubbing against his.
He felt used, but if she kept moving like this, nothing would matter. The end was near for Steve, and he couldn’t restrain his euphoria any longer, so he let himself sink deeper into the mattress. At the exact moment he came, he realized; he was in love.
Victoria’s work was done. A masterpiece she could easily replicate.
“This is what having a soul mate must feel like,” whispered Steve.
Victoria was surprised by Steve’s comment, but the surprise lasted half a second. Then she smiled and told Steve to get up while she uncovered the comforter, and both of them got under it.
Steve woke up. He was cradled in Victoria’s arms. He felt the silky warmth of her breast on his cheek. They had missed a good chunk of the late afternoon session. There was no point in going back now.
It was priceless to feel in complete comfort with his soulmate. Steve kept his eyes closed; he wanted this moment to last a little bit longer. He thought how crazy it was that he had agreed to Victoria’s wager a week ago. ‘If it’s meant to be, we will run into each other again.’
He met Victoria less than a week ago when he went out with his friends to drink at Jake’s on Del Mar. She was by herself hanging on the deck, just contemplating the ocean. Steve approached her, and they talked for a couple of minutes. Steve knew he wanted to get to know this woman. He ditched his friends and walked with Victoria on the Coastal Boulevard to a bench near the Lighthouse on Powerhouse Park.
Steve and Victoria talked for hours on that bench, and they discovered their mutual belief in the universe. She insisted that if they were meant to be together, the universe would bring them together.
He couldn’t believe he risked not seeing her again.
But they ran into each other again. She knew more than he did. She knew they would meet again. Victoria’s Kundalini was stronger than his. He felt it when he was zumbaing inside of her.
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