[ epilogue ]
He saw spotted her across the room the moment he entered the club. She was sitting at the bar, a tight dress clung to her slender body, long brown hair cascading past her shoulders, and she wore high heels that looked almost impossible to walk on. The rest of the men in the room noticed her too, but she winked at him. He had gotten her attention just like she had done with him.
She gestured for him with a wave of her hand for him to sit by her side and like an obedient little dog, he did as she wanted. "What are you doing here all alone?" He asked her, licking his lips as he eyed her up and down.
The young woman shrugged her shoulders. "Just looking for some fun."
"Can I get you a drink?" He asked her.
She smiled. "A tequila please."
"Tequila?" His eyebrows raised in surprise. "Isn't that too strong for you?"
The brunette laughed, throwing her head back in amusement. "I have a very high alcohol tolerance. I'm Mexican." She said to him, but her accent told him otherwise. She was from Colombia.
But he decided to play along. "In that case..." He grinned, and looking towards the bartender, he said, "Two tequilas please." The bartender quickly nodded and went to serve their drinks. It only took a minute before they each had a shot of tequila in front of them.
The moment she got hers, she picked it up and downed it in one gulp. She didn't even flinch as she felt the liquid travel down her throat and she set the glass down on the bar table with a clank. He watched her in surprise but then followed her exampled down downed his own shot of tequila.
Both talked while they drank a couple more shots. When she was a bit tipsy from all the alcohol, she said to him over the blaring music at the club, "Why don't we go somewhere more private?"
He was more that thrilled to please her and called a taxi.
On the way to his house, she leaned her head on his chest, playing with the buttons on his shirt and he placed his hand on her knee. The ride was very short and he helped her out of the taxi. In her high heels, she felt clumsy and stumbled forward. He caught her in his arms easily while she giggled all the while.
He led her into his house on the upper class neighborhoods in Madrid after paying the driver. "I like your house. It looks like something out of a fairy tale." She commented, her brown eyes looking up at the vast mansion.
"Gracias, guapa." He told her with a smile. An arm was still wrapped securely around her waist to keep her standing upright.
With a bit of an effort, he got the front door unlocked and open. He then led the young woman into the kitchen and laid her down on the couch. The brunette quickly kicked off her shoes and opened her arms out, beckoning him to go to her welcoming arms. That was something he was absolutely willing to do. He sat on the sofa next to her slim body and leaned in, bringing his lips to hers.
Her arms wrapped around his neck, her hands tangling into the hair on his nape. As their kiss continued, she made room for him on the couch and he laid down beside her.
That was when she took her opportunity and pushed him back against the cushions. Her legs went to straddle either side of him and she looked down at him, biting her lip. "You can't have this until you make me something to eat." She dipped down to kiss him on the lips before jumping off him and running away to an unknown part of the house.
He sat up groaning, "You can't do this to me!" He called after her.
Pushing himself off the couch, he went to go find her. She had gone up the stairs and down the hallway that led to the master bedroom.
