Saturday Sips – Tequila
Welcome to a summer feature: Saturday Sips. In this feature I’ll share a snippet of one of my books and then talk a little about a kind of liquor and share a cocktail recipe. If you’re like me, you like to sit by the pool and have a cocktail on the weekends during the summer. Something cool and refreshing, sweet or tangy, or burn the back of your throat, doesn’t matter which, it’s always a treat worth looking forward to.
This week, we’ll focus on tequila. I’m going to share a segment from the first of my Journey series spanking novels, Liv’s Journey. Liv drinks a little, but never to excess because, being a model—even a large-size model—she’s often watching her weight. Trey, our hero, likes a little tequila with his Mexican food, the food that is so prominent in Texas, where he was raised.
Here’s a scene with them in a Mexican restaurant, having a bite of dinner with a few of Trey’s friends. Liv gets a little snippy—grumpy because she can’t eat the cheese and meat barbaqoa—and you know where that leads.
Trey takes exception to her attitude.
“Thanks,” he said. “But your permission isn’t necessary. Nor is your disrespect. If you wanted a spankin’, you could have just asked for it.”
Liv swallowed a lump of lettuce that tried to stick in her throat. A frisson snaked down her spine. “Spanking?”
“Yeah, you heard me right. Go out to the truck.”
“But I’m eating my dinner.”
“And you can finish your dinner after.”
Liv put her fork down and glanced at Laura, Mark and Rosaria. They were all wide-eyed. When she turned back to Trey, his look made her feel like a naughty little girl. Her father used to look at her like that if she’d done something stupid. But that was a long, long time ago. No one else had ever looked at her like he was ready to teach her a lesson.
“You can’t be serious, Trey!”
He nodded, his look tight, despite the slight upturn at the corners of his mouth. “Oh, but I am. Go out to the truck.”
If she cooperated, she’d be spanked, as sure as the moon shifted the tides. If she didn’t cooperate, she’d close off any possible relationship with Trey. And, that was really the bigger question than the spanking. The spanking was like a commitment to submit to him. She’d be giving up control. And a lifetime of control was a hard thing to overcome. The experience would be humiliating, announced so publicly here with his friends, but the fact was, she’d enjoyed the swats she’d had from Trey before.
She looked at his brown eyes, so focused on her. He waited patiently, turning once to sip at the tequila he’d hardly touched, but then shifting back in his chair to look at her.
Liv tossed her napkin on the table and rose stiffly from the chair, forcing her back ramrod straight, holding all the dignity she could muster in the rigidity of her shoulders. As she marched out, she heard the scrape of Trey’s chair and his assurances that they’d return to the table in a moment. Mark murmured a response, but Liv couldn’t make out what it was.
She considered her options.
There are a huge number of brands of tequilas, too numerous to mention here, but here’s a list. My favorite tequila is Chinaco®.
And now for the recipe!
Le Margarita des Artistes
1 1/2 oz Chinaco® tequila
1/4 oz Grand Marnier® orange liqueur
3/4 oz fresh lime juice
1 splash triple sec
1 splash orange juice
2 drops dry vermouth
1 oz sweet and sour mix
Pour all ingredients into a cocktail shaker without ice. Shake well to froth. Strain into a chilled and salted cocktail glass or small margarita glass, and serve. (makes 1 drink)
Muy bueno. ¡Salud!
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