The Dancing Torera

6

I step into my private quarters of the estate and proceed into the dimly lit the hallway the led to my bedroom. I quickly turn into my wing but was saddened as I saw no sight of the tantalizing flamenco dancer.

Where could she be?

I pace to another room where I usually had my messengers keep the latest exploit for the night and held my breath for hope. I was quite surprised to see two of my bodyguards standing at the entrance of the door.

"Is she in there?" I ask impatiently.

"Yes Mr. La Renta, but I must warn you, she is quite the ...resistant type" Luis admits. I observe the fresh mark on his face and grin. She would not make this easy? Would she?

"Thank you Luis. Rowan. That's all for today" I nod and they quickly take their leave.

I open the thick wooden doors and chuckle as I see her crossed legged, atop of my wardrobe. She had loosened the string tie in her hair and wiped off her glittered arm tattoos.

"Señorita" I smile happily, "you came?"

"More like I was forced." she snarls and aims a red shoe at my head but I duck just in time.

"You had quite the impact on my guards?" I imply amused by her feistiness.

"Tell him to put ice on the bruise; the swelling should go down " she smiles pridefully and drops to the ground to observe my endless amount of trophies.

"Youngest matador in Espana?" she reads the plaque aloud.

"Sí. It's sort of my thing." A smug smile appears across my face and I lean against the wall. She continues observing each trophy in silence.

"So why have you forced me here senior la Renta?"

"Is it a crime to want to be in the company of a beautiful woman?"

"It is a crime when the woman is forced beyond her will" she responds.

"Well.... I am not sorry. I saw you dance and had to have you in my bed tonight."

She freezes and slowly steps into my space. "And what makes you think you can have me? El Jefe" she smiles lustfully. Her plump lips made me desperate for a taste.

"Because I am Esteban La Renta." I pull the back of her exposed waist close, "and I always get what I want." I pur in her ear and forcefully lift her into my bed. She carefully hangs her arms around my neck as I carry her protectively. I hover above her as I slowly place her down against my sheets.

"So?" she asks.

"So?" I push a thick curl away from her face.

"I am in your bed now senior la Renta" she smiles charmingly, tempting me beyond the confines of my mind.

"And what a glorious sight it is. It is all a man like me could ever wish for" I slowly run a finger against her lips, dragging down the painted bottom.

"Don't think I did not take notice of your hesitation to kill me as I danced" she grins.

"I didn't wish to hurt you" I lie plainly, my ego was more than bruised, "Don't let your lust cause your hand to sin?" I quoted St Mateo, trying to excuse my hesitation.

"It is better to cut it off and throw it away" she finishes the verse.

"Ahh, a church girl?" I smile.

"Something like that" she shrugs still pressed beneath my weight.

"Your beauty is so radiant senorita" I curse and slowly move to caress her lips with my thumb. She slowly wets the tip of my finger as I use them to part her lips.