“Da.”
She turns, and I grab the strings, pulling them, itching to touch her all over again. Her skin is so damn soft, an awesome Latina olive skin. I tie strings, and I can’t help myself; I kiss her shoulder, inhaling her scent.
“Anatoly, when will I see you again?”
“Oh, Baby, you’re not going to be able to get rid of me.”
“Ha, I hope you’re not fucking messing with me,” Gigi says, turning around. She rests her hands on her waist, raising her brow.
I pull out my cell from my suit jacket and hand it to her.
“Give me all your details, your address, and your cell number. I’ll call you, but I do have to tell you that, at times, I’m busy with family business. I’ll call as soon as I can. I want to take you out to dinner, get to know you, everything about you.”
“Hmmm. . . . okay. But I told you everything,” Gigi says, nodding. She enters the information on her cell phone and calls herself. Smart girl.
“Da, but I want to know what you like, what you hate, what’s on your bucket list, your dreams, everything.”
I smile, taking my cell when she hands it to me. She starts sliding her finger over her cell phone, saving my number.
Her cell beeps, and she looks at the text.
“My chicas are waiting.”
“Da. Let’s go,” I hum, taking her hand.
Eight
Georgina
I pull on my black sparkly Henley top, buttoning up a few. I adjust my bra and breasts, looking at the love bites Anatoly made. I need to wear a sweater to cover them up. I walk over to grab a sweater from the closet and pull it over my top.
Anatoly flashes through my mind with his sexy, confident smile.
Oh my god, that man is hot. I’m so sore, but I don’t regret it. I hope that he wasn’t messing with me and calls. I’m going to believe him because I don’t have a reason not to.
I need to hurry because I have training at the hospital with Lilly. I can’t wait to graduate and start working.
I walk out of my room, down the hall, and into the kitchen.
“Hola,” I hum, opening the cabinet to grab a coffee cup.
“Buenos dias, Mija. Are you going to school,” Mama asks, looking at me.
“No, I have training at the hospital. Mama, what are you making,” I ask, opening the kitchen drawer.
I pull out the spoon and scoop some coffee from my Mama’s crystal jar. I stir in some sugar and take a sip, closing my eyes.
“I’m making chicken soup since I’m off today. I hope you come home and have dinner with me.”
“Ah, I’ll try. Mama, I met this man; he’s so awesome,” I hum, holding my coffee mug.
“Oh? Who is he?”
“He’s a businessman, really handsome and nice.”
“Okay, well, just be careful. Don’t be too trusting,” Mama says, raising her brow.
“Yeah, I know, but he’s one of the good ones.”
