"Tell me you want me, Eva." His breath fans my ear. His close proximity running havoc on my insides.
"I-I don't know." Telling him the truth. My body wants him. Craves him. But he is dangerous. Everything my mother warned me about.
"You don't know E...
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Hi everyone and HAPPY CINCO de MAYO! Not that I celebrate it, but the sentiment is there. Hope all of you are well. I know you received a notification a few weeks ago that this chapter was updated, sorry, I went to save it to my drafts and accidentally clicked Publish. But not it is finished.
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I really tried to concentrate on my research paper. I have my laptop open, my books in front of me, soft music playing in the background for white noise and a tall glass of cold water next to me. Everything I need to finish my paper.
Only needing a few more pages and then editing, I would be set to turn it in by next week. Being focused on a task has always been my forte -- except it was not at this very moment.
Every time I would type a sentence, my mind would wonder to what Sin told me earlier. "Can't promise that Eva. But what I can promise is us getting to know each other better... in every way."
What did that mean? Did he want to know me in a neighborly way, so when he needed a cup of sugar or milk, he would feel comfortable enough to come knock on my door? Who am I kidding. With a body like his, I highly doubt that he put any preservatives in his hard rock body. That body that you wouldn't mind having on top of you.
Widening my eyes at my thought, I continue to try and finish the paper. After a while, I get back into the rhythm of things. Close to finishing the last paragraph, I am interrupted by a knock on the door. Grunting and deciding to keep typing, I figure that whoever is behind the door will just leave after no one answers.
The knocks continue for a few more seconds and then stop. I was not expecting anyone and if something was being delivered, they would just leave it on the floor.
Typing fast I smile once the last word is typed. Tapping the period sign I say. "Done!" Sitting back on the seat I click save and let out a breath. This is my final paper before graduating next month. All that is needed is the editing and references and it is complete. My smile broadens at the thought of finally graduating and getting my master's degree.
Standing up to stretch, I walk towards the front door. Curious to see if there was something left outside, I open it to find nothing. My brows furrow and before closing the door, something catches the corner of my eye. There is a yellow post-it with my name on it.
Eva,
Since you refuse to let me pay to fix your screen, at least let me take you out to dinner. Nothing fancy, just in case you were wondering. Please meet me at La Carreta on S.W. 7th in an hour. You don't need to eat, but I would love your company.
Your new next-door neighbor,
Sin...
A smile spreads on my lips. He is relentless -- sweet even -- so much so that I know if I do not go, he will probably try to make it up to me in other ways. Not that he needs to since me dropping my cell was not his fault.
Taking the post-it off of the door I go back in. Going to meet him would be wrong. Right? Wouldn't I be sending him the wrong message -- you know -- since I have a boyfriend and all? Yeah, a boyfriend who dropped you off after having food poisoning for a few days and then runs off to have fun with his douchebag friends.
So, what if I go out to dinner with my new neighbor? My hot, sexy neighbor. Who I have no interest in of course. I am just being neighborly to someone who may have just moved to a new area. He could be from out of town and be lonely. Just being neighborly and friendly and... neighborly.
Stopping mid step, I shake my head from my previous thoughts. NO! I cannot meet him. We do not know each other and even though Rick has been a prick these past few days, he is still my boyfriend. What would he think if he found out I went out to dinner with my new neighbor? A stranger.
"No Eva! You cannot do that. No matter how innocent it is." Nodding to myself, I make my mind up.
Nervously sitting inside my car, I stare ahead at the restaurant. La Carreta sign lights up brightly above the building, enticing patrons to stop by to eat their delicious Cuban cuisine. This place is one of my favorites and it is funny that Sin wanted me to meet him here.
Minutes pass until I get the nerve to get out of my car. Flattening my summer dress in the front, which I decided to wear after taking a quick shower, I take a deep breath. Nervous. That is what I am, and I have no idea -- or reason -- to be.
Diners were coming out when I reach the entrance door to the restaurant. An older gentleman holds the door for me when he sees me. "Gracias." Thanking him with a smile which he returns.
Stepping inside, the cool air of the air conditioner gives me goosebumps right away. It is so humid outside that any relief from the sticky, muggy weather that is Florida is welcomed.
"May I help you?" A heavy accented voice asks from in front of me.
Facing her with a polite smile I say. "Yes, I am meeting someone. For dinner. He may already be here?" Asking her like if she knew who I meant.
"Aww, okay. Puedes chequear (You can check)." She nods towards the seating area then greets the couple that had just walked in behind me.
Taking another breath, I will myself to look for him. A part of me hopes he would not be here. That something had come up or that I took too long that he left. If only the latter happened because when I look to my right, standing in front of a corner booth is Sin -- and a few girls -- taking pictures.
My eyebrows raise in question. Why is he taking pictures with these girls? Did he know them? Does he always take pictures with random girls? Girls that look like they could be models?
Standing there, I watch them finish. One girl hugs him then gives him a kiss on the cheek while the other one hugs him, slipping something in his hand. He just smiles at them and watches them walk away. That was my queue to walk away and forget I came. He had not seen me, and I could just say that I did not see the post-it he left until the next morning. Right? Which reminds me I have to put the note back on the door. Have to make the little white lie believable.
Making my mind up once again, I go to turn to leave until I hear. "Eva, you came." Too late...
