“Mr. Fuertes, a Mr. Fuertes wants to speak with you.”
“Patch him in thank you.”
“Son, I see you made it in safely.”
“You couldn’t wait for me to call you couldn’t you?”
“You’re my only son, no matter how old you get you’re still my little boy and I worry about you.”
“And I never said I hated that.”
“Enough of that, I called because your mother happens to be in Italy also so be on the lookout-”
“Hold on there dad, another call… hello?”
“Sir, a Mrs. Fuertes is coming up to see you.”
“Ah shit, tell her I’m not here.”
“Sorry sir but she’s already on her way in the elevator.”
“Shit, shit, shit, ok thank you… dad, mom’s already found me.”
“Sorry son but you’re on your own.”
“Darling, open up, I know you’re in there.”
Mario grumbled before sliding off the bed and crossed the hall to open the door. There stood a very fashionable, beautifully aged woman who calls herself Mario’s mother.
“You thought I wouldn’t find out that you’re here if you came in unannounced?”
“I was going to call you tomorrow Ma.”
“Liar, tomorrow you’d be busy so I won’t even cross your mind.”
“Ma…”
Another knock came to the door.
“Come in,” Mario bellowed.
Christina walked into the room with a file in her hand.
“Sir, here’s the information you wanted on this hotel as well as your schedule tomorrow which is not much depending on how long you take on each activity so you could relax yourself at the end of everything… oh, hello.”
“Well hi, aren’t you a little cutie pie, literally.”
“Um thanks…”
“Oh my goodness she’s so cute, this has to be your girlfriend, right Mario?”
“No Ma, she’s my PA.”
“I see… I don’t believe you. Anyways I’ve got to get going, I’ll see you tomorrow and I hope I don’t walk into anything steamy,” and waltzed out of the room before either party could protest.
“I’m guessing that was your mom.”
“You didn’t have to guess.”
Mario may have said that with easy composure his body was raging to get his hands on the woman who was standing right in front of him. Like really, how one can resist a sexy woman standing in your room looking like a bronzed goddess in a simple royal blue dress waiting to be moved from the Garden of Eden to the confined safety of whoever decides to move her, that is, him. From the very thought of it, he trembled.
Christina instantly saw that slight tremor in the half-naked Mario standing before her. Her breath caught from just looking at him, and then an insanely wicked thought came to her head. She walked to the door, closed it; and then smoothed out her dress and thought, Lopez charms activated.
She walked back over to the same position she had before then placed her hands on his chest before tiptoeing as high as she could then slid her hands around his neck and locked her fingers, and pulled him down a bit to kiss him.
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Personal Assistant (He Really Loves Me: Book 3)
RomanceIn a few days, Christina Lopez would be twenty-six... and she hates it. She thought she would have found the perfect husband and break this accursed virginity but no one seemed to fit the bill... except maybe her boss of four years, Mario de la Fuer...