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The Brazilian Beauty Beguiles

... self. It was apparent there was a little tension between the successful stepfather and his attractive young stepdaughter. In Portuguese so John would not understand Marcos addressed his better half. “ Querido nossa filha é feliz , flirty , parvo pouco batata . Você acha que ela pode agir como uma menina de escritório. Sério que você está sugerindo isso?” In English a rough translation goes like this: “Darling your daughter is a happy, flirty, silly little potato. You think she can act like an office girl. Seriously you are suggesting this?” The teen glared furiously at her stepfather. She let loose in a barrage of rapid-fire Portuguese that John had no hope of following. Then the mother joined in the fray with more rapid-fire rat-tat-tat attack. It seemed poor Marcos was out-numbered and out-gunned. John wanted to laugh and tell his poor partner to take the damn apple and stop trying to resist the inevitable. Let us not even question who wins this battle. Women are like Napoleon in these affairs. We can only conclude that poor Marcos was outflanked, out numbered and at a severe disadvantage being a man. Had he continued to resist we all know the consequences. No sex and banishment to the doghouse. Without so much as a serious skirmish the outcome had been decided: Mariana would accompany John to São Paulo, the city of Saint Paul, as his assistant and translator. The beautiful young teen was wearing a Cheshire Cat grin. She and her mother were talking in animated conversation ...

... while Marcos continued to prepare John. “In São Paulo you must stay at my favorite hotel John. I’m sure you will love the Fasano. It is elegant and stylish with fantastic suites. The pool has a great view from the top floor.” John smiled and nodded. He had been in hundreds of amazing hotels, but still this one sounded great. His mind was still in turmoil thinking of how he would control him self while he was alone with Mariana. This whole trip was starting to sound touch-and-go, like a journey into jeopardy. Marcos failed to sense his partner’s trepidation and continued his discourse on the hotel. He grabbed John’s attention back. “The hotel is in the Jardins neighborhood. It is a great location and convenient for your meeting. It is on a tree-lined street named after Vittorio Fasano who started the original restaurant there almost a century ago.” John’s partner barreled on. “ The ambiance is très chic John. It is like walking onto the set of Mad Men. The Fasano is completely authentic 1950’s luxury however.” Marcos was obviously very passionate about this hotel. John nodded since he knew Marcos was a fan of architecture and design. “I know you will like this classic history John. You must stay there. I know you love the Okura in Tokyo. The Fasano is even better. The restaurant is also amazing. You can have a drink at the Baretto, the jazz bar, across the lobby from the Italian restaurant.” John and Marcos looked up as they heard Mariana giggle. “Oh Papa I am so happy. I will ...