Jaime considered lying and telling her that he just wanted tosee her. But he took a deep breath and decided to tell her the truth.“I’m not going to lie—I did want to see you again, but that is not why I came up.”
“Okay.” She rolled her eyes. “So again. Why are you here?”
“I was asked to be part of a tequila campaign for a celebrity brand. It gave me the idea of starting my tequila company. I looked you up and saw you had a tequila bar so I was hoping we could work out an arrangement between us. You teach me about tequila, and I fix your socials.”
Her jaw dropped open. “You’re serious. Instead of hiring someone or going to Mexico and doing the work, you thought bombarding your ex at her business and convincing her to help you was a better idea?”
Damn. When she put it like that, it sounded awful. “You’re right. It was stupid. Santi warned me but I wouldn’t listen.” Time to pivot. “I did also want to see you.”
“Well, you saw me. And stopping by that one night really fucked up my business. Thanks a lot.” She turned to leave.
What was she talking about?
“What do you mean by that? I was only there for a few minutes.”
“Well, a few minutes was enough to do damage. There was a critic there, and he saw me yelling at you. He didn’t even stay to try the tequila. He left and gave me a bad post.”
Damn. He bet it was that guy he saw in the suit.
“I had no idea. What’s his name?”
“Why does it matter what his name is? He left.”
“Because I might know him. I can fix this.”
Alma threw her hands in the air. “You’re unbelievable. Why do men always think they can fix everything? I don’t need your help.”
Jaime didn’t know about other men, but he could fix this. Hewould find out the critic’s name. He would make this right. It was the least he could do.
“Okay. I’m really sorry about that.”
She pursed her lips. “No. It’s not all your fault. I should’ve controlled my temper.”
She was so close, he felt like she was almost in his grasp.
Alma put Tequila down on the ground and poured some water from her bottle into a portable dish.
“Wait, Alma. I wanted to say I was sorry for ending our relationship so abruptly. I was dumb and stupid. We were so young, and I panicked. I can never make it up to you—I know that.” Everything he said was true. But that wasn’t why he showed up.
He wanted to use her. To learn about tequila. His lazy ass wanted to obtain the knowledge without putting in the effort. It wasn’t her job to educate him about her life’s passion. But at least he was honest with her about his intentions.
None of that mattered anymore. She was standing there in front of him. Their lips were inches away from touching. Maybe his stupid-ass idea was meant to bring him back here. Back to her.
Maybe he wanted a second-chance romance.
No. No. He definitely didn’t. He was just caught up in his emotions.
She exhaled and pulled a lock of her hair. “Apology accepted. But I hope you don’t have any crazy ideas about getting back together with me. You’re hot, but immature as fuck.”
Jaime’s nostrils flared. “How would you know? You haven’t spent any time with me recently. Maybe I’ve grown into a complete gentleman.”
Santi burst into laughter. Asshole. Jaime had forgotten his buddy was sitting in his sports car listening to this train wreck.
“Fine, maybe not. I’m young. I’m allowed to be a little immature. I’m only twenty-five.”
“Twenty-five is not young at all. Shit, my parents had two kids by the time they were twenty-two. You’re a grown-ass man.” She pointed at his shirt, which was tossed on the passenger seat. “Did you really think taking your shirt off would tempt me?”
Jaime raised his brow. “It worked, didn’t it? You’re at least talking to me.”
