WEST COAST 18+

6.

italics in the beginning is a flashback

W E S T C O A S T

Daniela sat on her couch with her shoes off, clicking through channels to find something to watch while she waited for her package to come.

She had ordered a dresser off this suspicious site, and even though they said her package was delivered a week ago, the customer support member said to give it a few days.

She was antsy and didn't want to trust it but tried to keep her mind off of it until they emailed her themselves saying her package should arrive today. She hoped it did because she was tired of rummaging through a laundry bag for her clothes.

Hearing the doorbell ring while she used the bathroom, Daniela screamed.

She was home alone, and she didn't expect that once she finally went to the bathroom, the delivery driver would arrive.

"Please don't leave!" She shouted even though she knew they wouldn't hear her, Daniela finishing her time in the bathroom.

Her heart was thumping out of her chest, knowing very well she wouldn't be able to carry that heavy ass dresser inside. But after flushing the toilet and washing her hands, that was her only option because the delivery drove off after leaving her package outside the gate.

She sighed roughly, "You couldn't put it on the porch?!" she yelled, kissing her teeth.

Daniela took a look around at the shoes by the door, sliding on her red fuzzy slippers to grab her package.

Daniela was a strong woman; she had some muscles on her. But with her recent acrylic fill-in, she was scared to break a nail. She tried lifting with her legs and still could barely get it to move.

"Oh lord," she panted, scratching above her lip. She placed her hands on her hips, looking up and down the streets.

Nobody was outside tonight, and it was just her luck.

She would've taken help from a kid, but luckily she didn't have to search much longer because a cream-colored customized Impala was pulling over in front of her house.

"You need some help?"

Daniela twirled around to face them, letting out, "Yes," staring back at Enrique with pleading eyes.

Enrique turned his car off and got out, Daniela over the moon that she could get this thing inside. She's been waiting for this thing for nearly two weeks; she'd hate to have to leave it outside any longer for someone to take it or hurt herself trying to bring it in.

"It's kinda heavy," Daniela informs him as he examined the box. "I'll get this side."

Enrique locks eyes with her. "I got it."

"You do?" she asks with relief. He nods, and she takes a step back, "Well, I'll hold the door for you," very happy she doesn't have to even attempt to get the package off the ground.

Daniela went to her front door, expecting Enrique to have trouble with lifting it, but he did it with ease. Her lips parted at how effortlessly he carried something so damn heavy on his shoulder.

It was wiring something in her brain that he could handle such an efficient task. It was sexy to her. And she figured that if he could lift this with no problem, Enrique could sure as hell handle her the same way.

There was a small gulp on her end as she said to herself, 'oh wow, Enrique González, the strong man you are.'

The words nearly slipped out her mouth about how much she was enjoying this, but she kept it to herself and let him inside. Daniela used the opportunity to check him out while she closed the front door, informing him where to go with her package.