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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So, the girl's night to get my mind off Santiago Alvaro...it was a bust.
Not only did he invite himself out with us, he didn't even stay with us. He sat in the back of the club in the VIP section with a singular drink and watched me the entire night. I could barely keep my focus on Darren or was it, Darryl?
I forgot what his name was. But the point is once again Santiago flooded my mind and took over my thoughts without even doing anything. I was really starting to hate how much I loved it.
I slept my uneventful night up and woke up the next morning bright and early. I brushed my teeth, showered, and got ready for the day.
I was officially on the clock. I was in business casual with a clipboard and pen. I knocked on Santiago's door. He swings it open in nothing but a towel hanging quite low on his waist. I sucked in a breath and swallowed slightly.
I won't look down. I refused to look down. I'm officially on the clock. You're officially on the clock, Leilani. You better not screw this shit up.
"Good morning, Mr. Alvaro," I say, and my voice sounds hollow. Like I'm affected by the shirtless, Greek God in front of me. And I don't want to be. "Today is the day of Evelyn's business conference. The banquet starts at six, but she has a scheduled itinerary she emailed to me and the other assistants for the day. She has a business breakfast scheduled in one hour."
Santiago looks at me. His eyes sweep over my pencil skirt that touches the middle of my knees and my blouse with the first couple of buttons undone. "You look good, hermosa."
I ignore his sentiment. "The place she chose is far from the hotel, so I should leave you to get dres-"
Santiago pulls me by my shirt into a mouth-watering kiss. I can feel my soul leaving my body ever so slightly and I feel my core beginning to ache. When he pulls away, he rests his forehead on mine. "Forgive me, hermosa. Please."
I close my eyes. "I have never once let someone's ex affect me like this. Something about her and your history makes me uneasy. She knows everything about you, and I know nothing."
He places a kiss on my forehead and looks me in the eyes. "My middle name is Jorge after my dad. I'm very overprotective of my sister because she's the most naive person I know. I don't really speak to my mother because she let our father come and go into my and my sister's lives as he pleased. My favorite color is red, my favorite food is pasta, and my favorite friend is Julius, but I don't tell him because it'll go to his head."
I smile as I listen to him rattle about random facts about him and his life. "I forgive you," I say, cutting him off. His effort and the desperate need in his eye for me to forgive me made my heart swell. My feelings for him were overpowering and taking over everything.
