Santiago runs his finger over my bottom lip and my red lipstick slightly smudges.
"Santi," I hiss. He leans down and nicks my bottom lip in return.
"It's Mr. Alvaro to you, secretary," he rumbles. He ran his hand that was resting on my hips down to...
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Leilani Mahelona is probably the most infuriating woman I've ever met. And I grew up with Salma Alvaro.
I mean, what she did. Who does she think she is? Trying to give me a foot job in the middle of a business meeting?
I hear the conference room door shut behind me. "Mr. Alvaro, what happen--"
I grabbed her arm and dragged her behind me. "Wha-What the hell are you doing? Wait, don't move too fast, I'm wearing heels."
I don't listen to her cries. Instead, I keep trudging until we reach a storage closet. I threw her in there and locked the door behind us. I slammed her against the nearest wall, and she yelped.
She looks at me with a spark in her eyes. It looked dangerous. Primal. "W-What are you doing?' she whispers.
"What am I doing?" I seethe. "What the hell were you doing?" Doing something like that. At a business meeting. Anyone could have dropped something and looked under the table. Or they could've seen either of our faces.
No doubt Aidan noticed.
"You talked so much during the business meeting; I wanted to shut you up." I look at the way her eyes narrow and her nose flairs. Her body becomes slightly rigid and her fists clench.
"Mierda. Were you jealous, hermosa?" I ask. She takes her lip in between her teeth and gives me a look. A look that makes me want to flip her over and fuck the living daylights out of here. |Spanish- Shit.|
She looks away. "No, I wasn't jealous. I'm not a two-year-old."
I pulled her closer to me and tilted her chin up. I give her a knowing smile. "I think you were. Do you have a problem with Lilah, Ms. Mahelona?"
"I don't have a problem with her," she seethed. She waits for a beat before speaking. "But who the hell spends the entire time talking at their own business meeting? I mean, it was a report on her company, and she didn't even care. All she wanted to do was hop on her knees and give Mr. Alvaro a blow job."
"You think she did?" I muse. Seeing her all riled up was doing something to me.
"Oh please. She kept touching you. Kept whispering in your ear. Laughing at your jokes when you aren't even that fucking funny-"
Okay, ouch.
"We're old friends. Whenever we see each other, we like to catch up," I say, but that only makes her angrier.
"What about your old male friends? It seems like you are friends with nothing but girls."
