Diego's POV
Damn what the fuck am I supposed to do?
Thinking back to what my dad taught me I acted fast. Lifting her off the ground I carried her into the café. I shouted for someone to get me some rubbing alcohol. Placing her on a table and I tucked some lose strands of hair behind her ear.
A waitress handed me a moist towel. Carefully I cleaned the dry blood that was under her nose. She had a cute button nose and her lips were so full and lucious. Her brown hair fanned around her making her look like an angle.
"H-here you go s-sir." a petite women stuttered handing me the rubbing alcohol.
Throwing my suit jacket off then rolling up my sleeves I poured some alcohol on my hands. Quickly I placed my hands over her nose. The smell of the alcohol should be strong enough to wake her up. Her eyes started to flutter open so I removed my hands and carefully lifted her head up.
Finally her eyes opened completely. She looked around the café before her eyes landed on me. She looked frightened for a moment before she covered it with a look of annoyance. Reaching up she tried to tame her hair, successfully. Hopping off the table she straightened her clothing.
She was dressed in a black pencil skirt and a cream colored blouse that showed enough cleavage to have some certain member to stir awake. Turning to look at me she looked me straight in the eyes. The color of her eyes were on the border of hazel and brown.
How is it that I am just now meeting this women?
"Thank you for your assistance." Her voice broke through my unholy thoughts.
"No problem helping such a bella mujer,"(beautiful woman) I hope she understood spanish.
"Hablas español?" she raised an eyebrow. (You speak spanish?)
"¡Claro que si!" I was really liking this woman.(Of course!)
"Que bueno, así podemos hablar mas en privado." She bent down to pick up her hand bag, giving a perfect view of her ass.(Very Good, that way we can talk more privately.)
"Y-yes of course." I tore by gaze from admiring her firm buttocks.
Wonder what they feel like...
"Mr.Reyes your table is waiting." a waitress said shyly.
"Thank you," I glanced at her name tag,"Emilia."
She blushed and turned to lead us to our table. Grabbing my suit jacket, I offered Gabriella my arm. For a moment it looked like she was thinking about before looking at our waitress and walking ahead. Her whole entire amora was screaming "Bussiness Only!"
Taking a seat across from her I noticed her fingers fidgeting. After placing our drink orders we sat in an uncomfortable silence.
"How did you know what to do?" she finally asked.
"Well when I was younger my father did the same thing to my sister when she fainted." I chuckled a little remembering the day when Rebecca had been arguing with my dad when she suddenly fainted.
"And how did you know it was going to work on me?" her eyebrows creased together forming a small "v" on her forehead.
"I didn't but it was worth a try," I took a sip of my latte.
"Alright let's get down to business then," She took out a planner and pen and looked at me expectantly.
"Are you always this straight forward?" I asked.
YOU ARE READING
Loving Diego
RomansaGabriella Hernandez, an interior designer very well known around the globe, has just received one of the most important jobs yet. The owner of the famous restaurant "Diego's" wants her to personally redecorate one of his restaurants. What she didn't...
