For the Love of Miranova

Chapter 15: Surpise

"He's supposed to be on vacation!" I shrieked in a panicked whisper as I fumbled with the buttons of my top.

Great timing Papa, I groaned sarcastically.

"Well," Sam chuckled, "looks like it got cut short, sweetheart." With speed faster than I could have managed, he took over my buttons, slipped me back into my skirt, and led me to the private bathroom in my office. "As much as I am loving how sexy your hair looks right now, I think he might realize something's up, sweetheart," he added with a flirtatious wink. "I'll keep him distracted while you fix yourself up," and with that, he gave me a chaste kiss, adjusted his tie, and hurried out of my office just as the elevator doors opened.

"Mr. M- Cris," I heard him correct with a chuckle. "Welcome! She's in the bathroom but should be out shortly. Can I get you something to drink while you wait?"

Kiss ass, I chuckled to myself. But he was right, my hair looked absolutely crazy! I looked like I had just had a round of crazy hot sex when we'd barely tapped into foreplay.

I could feel a heavy blush creep up on my cheeks as I reached for my hair brush and a hair tie and began brushing out my hair. I'd been so close to saying yes to him.

So close!

I nibbled on my bottom lip while I tied my hair up into a high ponytail. Once it was neat and tidy enough for me to be confident in my appearance, I exited the bathroom, slipped on my heels, and stepped out of my office.

"So," Sam said handing my father a chilled bottle of water, "How was your vacation? And the flight?"

"Thanks, it was very much needed," he chuckled. "Actually, I chose to drive instead. It's been so beautiful out that I decided on taking the ol' beast out for a nice long drive."

"Ol' beast, huh? What's that?"

"That," I interjected, "would be the gorgeous 1967 camaro I helped him restore."

Sam whipped his head around to me so fast I could have sworn it was going to snap right off his shoulders and it made me laugh.

"You what?"

"She did," my father chuckled, arms outstretched for my expected hug. "Internally, cosmetically, entirely. It was just a shell when I got it, and I taught her how to put it back together. She's had a knack for cars ever since. She's got a nice little collection of classics herself now because of it."

"Hi, Papa," I smiled embracing him in a tight hug.

"Hello, mí vída. How are you, baby? Y mí nieto?"

"I'm doing great, Kolby's got a stomach bug, but he's doing better. Laila is home taking care of him for me."

"Oh no," he frowned, "pobrecito."

"I'm sorry, what?!" Sam shrieked, "you...build cars?!"

"In my spare time," I shrugged nonchalantly. "It's more like a hobby. A destressor."

"Ms. Miranova," he said cheekily, "you've been keeping secrets."

"Do you wanna see pics?" My father asked him beaming with pride.

"Hell yes!"

I watched with a giggle as Sam darted over to my father's side, waiting excitedly for him to open the photo gallery in his phone.

Sam let out an appreciative whistle, "That's one sexy 69 GTX! Beautiful blue!"

"Right?" My father chimed in, "Bad boy has a 426 hemi too. Check out the interior."