Craving Speed [18+]

Chapter 9

Alejandro
Souvenir- Selena Gomez

She's here. The woman from last night. Damn, the universe loves me. I bite my lip softly and smirk.

I can't see alot from her seated postion, but trust me I can see enough. Like the way she's trying to keep her composure while I'm looking at her.

"Alejandro, this is your temporary personal assistant for the remainder of Valentina's maternity leave. She'll be assisting me more than you. " My dad's voice snaps me out of my dirty thoughts.

I just nod my head. The rest of the meeting is as boring as always except for watching this woman in action. Talking about how she'll help with everything Val did. Photoshoots, interviews, campaigns blah blah blah.

The whole meeting I couldn't keep my eyes off her. She has her hair in a neat bun, paired with a grey blazer dress and black platform heels on her feet.

Her lashes are long and luscious, she gives me glances every once in a while. Her dimple on her right cheek pops out when she smiles. The sun beems down on her brown skin.

Great, now I'm hard.

"Amazing we'll leave you to alone for a couple of minutes to get to know eachother"

Thank you, Tìo Julio. My eyes dart between my father and Tìo Julio, you can see he wants to protest but walks out anyway.

As the door shuts there's complete silence in the boardroom. Just heated stares. She breaks the tension by clearing her throat and speaking.

"So what's your name? And I know I already know but just tell me anyway"

Her accent fills my ears again. Another thing I tried to figure out in the meeting, where was she from? It sounds british but she still rolls her r's here and there.

"Alejandro Ramos, and you, Estrella?"
Star, this is cheesy as fuck, but she stood out between all those girls. Like a star.

"Estrella?" There it is, she rolled her r again. "Okay, I'm Milianna Daniels"

Milianna, I know her name. I did pay miniscule attention in the meeting, but I listened when either her or I was involved.

"Pretty name. Where are you from?" I ask. I'm a curious person at hart, I want to know.

"Why is it my accent?" She says smiling, her dimple glowing under the sunbeams. I nod my head swiftly.

"I'm South African, that's my accent" She finally answers. I don't usually have a thing for girls with accents, but her's sounds like heaven.

"Do you have siblings?" Her voice speaks.

"Yes, two sisters, one older, one younger. Do you have siblings Estrella?"

"No. Just me" I nod my head understandably. I stand up and walk over to her. She looks up at me from underneath her lashes.

Joder, this woman is going to be the death of me and I haven't even touched her...yet.

She stands up to her full hight in her heels but she's still shoter then me. We are so close right now. A smirk paints my lips as I look into her eyes.

Big, dark brown, almond eyes filled with longing. She doesn't give a lot away with her eyes, like she trained herself not to.

If I move closer our foreheads will be touching. Instead I whisper in her ear.

"I look for forward to working with you, Estrella" I whisper followed by a low chuckle, it took everything in me not to bite her earlobe softly.