Holy God. It never ceased to amaze her how handsome he was. "It's just that he's trapped," she stammered, pulling away. It's probably my fault. "I understand poor snack ," she thought she heard from him. This is like everything, you just have to study it with perspective and take it easy, not start violating the machine. "Rape the machine?" I have pushed her once. It will be that I am very uninformed of how sex works. She saw him smile before grabbing the machine by the ends and, with a well”aimed push, making the package fall into place. He turned to her. His eyes sparkled. "Are you sure you want to take the conversation that way?" Look, I had come in peace. Yuri took out the precious nachos with a slight frown and red cheeks. Something in the voice or in the look of that man directly connected what he wanted to cause women to blush. She had already forgotten about Caleb's warnings. I only thought that he was there, and I didn't remember that they had an appointment. Good thing
I asked for it, but it sounded like an order. And he liked it that way. “I have work and you already have the help of your driver. “Please. Another fucking rule: Ambani don't beg. "And what do they do when they want something?" “They get it without hindrance. His fingers slid lazily away from her wrist and tugged at hers, nearly entwining them. I assure you that with this face it would not occur to me to try something with you. "I would agree anyway." “I'm not one to leave a poor sick man in the lurch He resolved at the end. She stepped inside and closed the door, feeling Marc's gaze on her. Now yes, put on the seatbelt... She caught him outlining a grateful smile that was soon filled with more complex, less human nuances, and that made his expression somewhat unreal. "No need," he replied calmly. I already feel protected. Yuri smiled, somewhere between shock and tenderness. He had sounded almost, almost vulnerable, like he needed her to move through the world. And that was
Yuri hide a smile. "Don't be nasty, Mr. Ambani, or you'll lose your most striking quality." “And here I thought I had lost it half an hour ago. What's wrong with me this time, apart from the face? “The charm. "Do you find me charming?" "Is this some kind of trick question?" Because I don't want to resume the conversation about the car, or follow similar paths. He denied, and not only that, but he seemed interested in knowing her opinion. Yuri sighed and shrugged, trying to play it down. He was not good at expressing his perceptions, and what his body perceived was a hunk through and through "more handsome than a painted tractor , " as his grandfather from Jaén would say. "He's certainly charming, though there are many ways to be charming." His is related to education, moderation... “In that case, I'm glad you rejected me a few days ago, or I would have discovered that in certain situations I can be the opposite of polite... or moderate. Yuri laughed trying to hide her hysteri
"Sir, this is a hospital. Please behave yourself. “A hospital? I'm sorry, maybe the allergy makes me have hallucinations... “She lamented, making lamb eyes. The loudspeaker interrupted them for a second. "Rebeca Hervás, go to query number three." The girl who went by that name turned out to be a traitor, as she stood up, winked at Marc, and saluted. "You haven't fulfilled part of the deal, so... “What? I mean it? Yuri snapped. You are perfectly fine! You know he's worse...! "Enough," the receptionist snapped. Come with me. Allergic reactions take priority. "No... six hundred dollars can't go down the drain." "Don't worry, they haven't gone anywhere," Marc replied, coming up to her. He coughed a bit before continuing to speak. Thanks for defending me, but there's no reason. I haven't paid him a penny. "Thank God... I was starting to think you're going around bribing everyone." “I don't bribe, I blackmail or lie. They are different things. The moment you have to pay to keep you
"You could say that about anything." Secrets, flattery, kisses... «I see where you want to go, Yuri Sandoval...» Marc was subtle when he smiled. He left the tie on the stretcher. Blue satin, without pattern. Almost always blue. It was his color. “I agree with flattery, but sometimes you have to ask for kisses, because there are those who are too shy to give them. He tugged at the collar of his shirt just enough to let in some air. He undid two buttons and nothing else. Without a jacket and tie, he was the spitting image of the Latino lover dancing salsa with a skintight brunette at the side. Or would have been if his countenance was charming in the mischievous sense. Marc meant no mischief. It was palpable in the way he looked, in the energy of his posture, that he had come to do evil. And he couldn't block his way for long. Everyone knew that as much as the movies sold goodness as a superior force, it always ended up corrupted in real life. And in most cases, very happy to have f
“It is a way of conditioning your life to what has happened with someone outside. It's not someone outside. It's my wife. Marc held up the divorce papers, still warm from the recent shock. "No, Jesse. It is not anymore. I haven't signed yet. "But you're going to do it." "Listen," he interrupted, holding up a hand. I'm not running away from here, nor do I do it to make anyone happy, it's just a way to make things easier. I'm not dying for this place, my job doesn't even kill me: I don't care where to go. But she loves her office, her people, and she was first in her promotion. The fair thing is that, in order not to affect our career, and avoid suffering each time we cross paths... I transferred my employment file to another firm. Marc planted the pages on the table with a thud and faced him irritably. "Now you're going to tell me you're going to Lawyer’s firm." “Yes. He bit back a bitter laugh. Cool. That was one of the bad parts of having friends”because with a brother, in
Bah, it might not have been special. Maybe he hugged everyone, but he couldn't remember the last time someone had broken his basic rule of living space to comfort him. Jesse was the only one he hugged, and why did he get so annoying with his repetitive “hugs? Yes? A little hug? Comooo on »that he had no other choice if he did not want to end up with headaches.Damn it, that gesture had taken him out of his boxes at the time, and even a week later he had him thinking. Those things were warned, damn. I needed physical and psychological preparation to hug someone back and not look like Robocop.He took the cell phone out of his pants. It was time to continue befriending her, since he had a spare moment and she was adorable in a short white dress. He wanted to see it up close, and if possible, touch it too. But as a friend, huh?He took advantage of having his email to type something in a new email . I expected it to follow the latest trends and have the app downloaded.From: Marc Ambani
"I suppose you've read all sorts of romance books by now... at least the famous ones." I would have to think of less typical female writers in this corner of the world. Do you know how to speak Spanish at a native level? Mark nodded. Then I could try the last one I'm reading... She reached into her magical bag and pulled out a rather thick tome. “He doesn't just write romance, he also has fantasy, detective stories... I liked this saga a lot years ago. It's lost a bit now, perhaps, but…” She grimaced at the title. Jolin, not this one. It's very disgusting. “Why not? he asked curiously. It looks interesting. If I had time I would read it before giving it to him. In fact, I intend to. “I eat? Are you going to read a romance book? “Why not? I like to know what I'm giving away. If it's a book, what a minimum to find out if it's good and worth it. “And if you do not like it? “There is a difference between personal opinion and quality. If it's good, it's good. It doesn't matter if I