Free Jungle Fever (Bayside Tigers #6) by Rachel Real Page B
Authors: Rachel Real
other?" James asked.
Elsa tried to mumble an answer but couldn't quite get out the words.
Micah answered. "Yeah, she saw me doing some street art. I drew her a picture."
Elsa looked surprised. " Oh , so you're an artist?"
"I'm a man of many talents," he growled low and soothing.
Elsa couldn't hide the devious smirk on her face.
"That's perfect actually," James exclaimed. "I've been wanting to hire someone to do our portrait for our wedding."
What? Elsa freaked out.
"Nah, I'm sure Mr.—" Elsa trailed off. She didn't know Micah's last name.
"Steel."
"I'm sure Mr. Steel," she continued. "Doesn't have time to do our little wedding..."
James just walked passed her and shook Micah's very big hand.
"You're hired," James insisted.
A perverted smile spread across Micah's face as he shook Elsa's fiancée’s hand.
"Elsa, would you be a dear, and hammer out all of the details with Micah," James told her before walking off to look at more fruits and vegetables.
"An artist, really ?!" Elsa hissed at Micah.
"It's true. I draw pictures of tourists during the day...." Micah replied.
"I think we both know what you do at night..." Elsa said, feeling utterly embarrassed.
"You sure as hell weren't complaining about it last night," Micah asserted, leaning in close.
"Last night was a mistake, okay. I don't even remember half of what happened..."
"I do," Micah growled. "Take this. Give me a ring when you want to see a private show..."
He handed Elsa his card, from the Jungle Fever strip club. Elsa blushed, glancing at Micah's tempting mouth. Micah had this macho swagger that and an annoyingly addictive charm. He openly slapped Elsa's ass and went on his merry way.
Chapter Three
T he next day Caroline and Elsa headed out for brunch. They sat at a table underneath the shade of palm trees.
"Are you still going to your dress fitting today?" Caroline asked, peeking at Elsa over her shades.
"Yeah," Elsa replied still weirded out about seeing "Magic Micah" this morning.
Caroline knew something was up. Like all best friends, she had a special "spidey sense" when something was definitely wrong.
"Cough it up," Caroline demanded. "You're hiding something. You might as well tell me 'cuz you know I'll find out anyhow."
Elsa knew Caroline was good at digging up dirt on her life.
"Remember that hot stripper from the club last night," Elsa mumbled.
"Uh-huh. How could I forget...The one with the super hot pelvic thrusts?" Caroline replied.
"Yes," Elsa said rolling her eyes. "Well, James hired him to do portraits for our wedding. I'm even going to see him at the fitting later..."
Caroline stared at her blankly. "The dude's a dancer AND an artist... woah! "
" Focus , Caroline!" Elsa replied annoyed. "His name's Micah, and James doesn't even know that Micah is a...well y'know. What should I do?"
Caroline mulled over her thoughts while sipping on her chilled mimosa. She saw the panic and worry stricken expression on her bestie's face and then offered her some frank advice.
" Fuck it . Don't tell James. Why does he need to know what Micah really does? James is an asshole anyway...And if I had the chance, I'd give Magic Micah a blow job right now... "
The last thing Elsa needed was some insanely hot stripper watching her try on her wedding dress. Elsa pinched Caroline's shoulder.
" Ow! Well, I would. All James ever does is make you feel like shit. If I were in your shoes, I'd screw Micah in heartbeat. Dude looks like he can really get down..." Caroline said and shrugged.
Elsa cupped her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing too loud. Of course, Elsa would never sleep with him. Not that she wasn't tempted. But she loved what she had with James and she wasn't about to just throw that away.
"I'm telling you, Elsa. If you don't hit that...you're going to regret it..."
"He's just hired to be my artist not my gigolo," Elsa giggled.
Caroline cocked her head to one side. " Wake up, Elsa . The only reason he accepted the job, is
Elsa tried to mumble an answer but couldn't quite get out the words.
Micah answered. "Yeah, she saw me doing some street art. I drew her a picture."
Elsa looked surprised. " Oh , so you're an artist?"
"I'm a man of many talents," he growled low and soothing.
Elsa couldn't hide the devious smirk on her face.
"That's perfect actually," James exclaimed. "I've been wanting to hire someone to do our portrait for our wedding."
What? Elsa freaked out.
"Nah, I'm sure Mr.—" Elsa trailed off. She didn't know Micah's last name.
"Steel."
"I'm sure Mr. Steel," she continued. "Doesn't have time to do our little wedding..."
James just walked passed her and shook Micah's very big hand.
"You're hired," James insisted.
A perverted smile spread across Micah's face as he shook Elsa's fiancée’s hand.
"Elsa, would you be a dear, and hammer out all of the details with Micah," James told her before walking off to look at more fruits and vegetables.
"An artist, really ?!" Elsa hissed at Micah.
"It's true. I draw pictures of tourists during the day...." Micah replied.
"I think we both know what you do at night..." Elsa said, feeling utterly embarrassed.
"You sure as hell weren't complaining about it last night," Micah asserted, leaning in close.
"Last night was a mistake, okay. I don't even remember half of what happened..."
"I do," Micah growled. "Take this. Give me a ring when you want to see a private show..."
He handed Elsa his card, from the Jungle Fever strip club. Elsa blushed, glancing at Micah's tempting mouth. Micah had this macho swagger that and an annoyingly addictive charm. He openly slapped Elsa's ass and went on his merry way.
Chapter Three
T he next day Caroline and Elsa headed out for brunch. They sat at a table underneath the shade of palm trees.
"Are you still going to your dress fitting today?" Caroline asked, peeking at Elsa over her shades.
"Yeah," Elsa replied still weirded out about seeing "Magic Micah" this morning.
Caroline knew something was up. Like all best friends, she had a special "spidey sense" when something was definitely wrong.
"Cough it up," Caroline demanded. "You're hiding something. You might as well tell me 'cuz you know I'll find out anyhow."
Elsa knew Caroline was good at digging up dirt on her life.
"Remember that hot stripper from the club last night," Elsa mumbled.
"Uh-huh. How could I forget...The one with the super hot pelvic thrusts?" Caroline replied.
"Yes," Elsa said rolling her eyes. "Well, James hired him to do portraits for our wedding. I'm even going to see him at the fitting later..."
Caroline stared at her blankly. "The dude's a dancer AND an artist... woah! "
" Focus , Caroline!" Elsa replied annoyed. "His name's Micah, and James doesn't even know that Micah is a...well y'know. What should I do?"
Caroline mulled over her thoughts while sipping on her chilled mimosa. She saw the panic and worry stricken expression on her bestie's face and then offered her some frank advice.
" Fuck it . Don't tell James. Why does he need to know what Micah really does? James is an asshole anyway...And if I had the chance, I'd give Magic Micah a blow job right now... "
The last thing Elsa needed was some insanely hot stripper watching her try on her wedding dress. Elsa pinched Caroline's shoulder.
" Ow! Well, I would. All James ever does is make you feel like shit. If I were in your shoes, I'd screw Micah in heartbeat. Dude looks like he can really get down..." Caroline said and shrugged.
Elsa cupped her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing too loud. Of course, Elsa would never sleep with him. Not that she wasn't tempted. But she loved what she had with James and she wasn't about to just throw that away.
"I'm telling you, Elsa. If you don't hit that...you're going to regret it..."
"He's just hired to be my artist not my gigolo," Elsa giggled.
Caroline cocked her head to one side. " Wake up, Elsa . The only reason he accepted the job, is