Santiago runs his finger over my bottom lip and my red lipstick slightly smudges.
"Santi," I hiss. He leans down and nicks my bottom lip in return.
"It's Mr. Alvaro to you, secretary," he rumbles. He ran his hand that was resting on my hips down to...
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I shouldn't think about it.
I've never thought about it.
When I first hire my assistants, I don't think about them after I meet them. Half the time, I don't remember they existed till Monday morning.
But, the first look of Leilani. Before I even knew she was Leilani...
It's haunting me.
She's haunting me.
I can't forget how fucking sexy she looked in that dress and how plump those lips were.
And how good they'd look around my co--
"Do you want me to make you breakfast?" Salma asks.
She's been staying here all weekend. She and the bum still haven't made up.
But, I heard him come over last night and try to sweet-talk her. And my naive little sister let him in.
For like thirty minutes then he left. I know they fucked. But, for thirty minutes? Embarrassing.
"I already ate," I lied.
When Salma and I were younger, we rarely ate breakfast. We could afford cereal in Spain and we never had much milk. Eggs were scared.
Breakfast wasn't exactly a priority in our household. The only meal we ever ate was dinner. And not much of it.
"It's barely seven in the morning," Salma pointed out.
I was already dressed for work. My briefcase was already in my arm. I was practically out the door.
"I always start work early."
"And you always stay out late. Your schedule is hardly healthy, hermano," Salma draws out.
"Will you be here after I get home from work?" I ask.
Salma smiles a little bit and it quickly falters when I give her a bored expression. She shakes her head. "No. Christian and I have made up. I'll be packed up and back home by the time you get back."
"If you ever need to come back here when he's being him, you can. The door is always open and you have a key," I mumble.
Salma smiles at me. "But, you always complain."
"Yeah, 'cause you're a pain in the ass. But, you're my hermana gemela," I say. |Spanish- Twin sister.|
I turn and walk towards the door. "Te amo, Santi," she says. |Spanish- I love you, Santi.|
"Lo mismo, Hermana," I say, and then leave. |Spanish- Same, sister.|
I walk to my car and see Julian sitting on my Cool Gray Jaguar C-X75. My jaw ticks. "Get your stank ass off my fucking car before you leave a shit stain," I yell, speeding up my steps to him.
