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“You no have to say sorry. But we should talk about it.”
“I agree, but would rather discuss it when we see each other and not over the phone.” Relief rushes through me and my legs feel shaky. If she wants to see me, then we have hope.
“De acuerdo.” I agree with her, it’s better we have this conversation face-to-face and not over the phone.
“Want to come over tomorrow? I can make us dinner, or we can order takeout.” Her offer to make dinner is yet another sign we’ll be okay, otherwise she wouldn’t invite me to her place for dinner, especially since it’ll be my first time there.
“Yes. What time?” A slow smile stretches across my face.
“I’ll be working from home tomorrow so whenever you’re done with work.” If it were up to me, I’d show up first thing in the morning but that would probably freak her out.
When Sol answers the door, she’s wearing a burgundy-colored dress that hugs her curves and falls at her knees layered with a red and white polka dotted apron over it. Red flip-flops on her feet. Her lips have a deep red color lathered over them and her curls are tied up and hanging loosely around her face. Dear God, she looks incredible and just the sight of her makes my dick twitch.
“Hi,” she says, opening the door. A smile spreads across her gorgeous face, the lip stain complementing her olive skin.
“Hola,muñeca.” Her lips are full, the cupid’s bow defined with the red stain coloring them. She’s covered in red, and it lures me to her like a bull to a bullfighter. I kiss her not caring I’ll ruin her lipstick and be covered in it when I’m done. Sol lets me explore her mouth and as I suck on her bottom lip, I imagine the wonders her mouth can do exploring my body. My jeans tighten and I decide to pull away from her.
“Well, that’s a nice hello.” She gives me a crooked smile and rubs the skin around her lips, attempting to remove some of the color that’s transferred.
“El rojo—” my fingers linger at her neckline “—makes me crazycomo un toro.”
“I like red too,” she says, winking. “But I’m no bullfighter.”
“I brought you these,” I say, extending my hand holding a floral bouquet of mixed flowers.
“They’re beautiful, thank you.” She takes them and spins to cross the living room toward the kitchen and I stare at her ass as she sashays across the room.
Her apartment is cute, a large open living area with the kitchen on the far end. She has a framed picture hanging between the two windows along the left wall. It’s of a couple dancing in the rain while a maid and butler hold umbrellas, the woman is wearing a red dress and gloves. Flanked on each side of the windows hang additional pictures—one is a sketch of a woman’s silhouette, and the other is a drawing of a woman’s face, half covered by her dark colored curls.
I follow her into the kitchen and sidle up to Sol who is chopping something. When I get closer, I see it’s bacon.
“Bacon, what are you making?”
“Close, it’s actuallyguanciale. It’s similar to bacon, but a thousand times better. I’m makingBucatini all’Amatriciana, which is my favorite pasta dish, and a salad.”
“Need help?”
“I’m good for now, thank you.”
I grab a stool and sit at the counter so I can watch Sol doing her thing in the kitchen when her phone rings. She peeks at it and silences it, placing it facedown. I don’t want to bring up what happened at my shop until she does because I’d rather discuss it on her terms.
“Amaury—” she turns and leans on the counter next to the stove, locking her eyes with mine “—about the other night.”
“I can say something first?” I feel bad about interrupting her, but it’s important she hears what I have to say. She nods in agreement. “I no reject you, I respect you.Es muy diferente.” There’s a huge difference and I hope she understands me.
“I understand, but in your office, it didn’t feel that way and I felt ashamed.”
“No feel ashamed,muñeca. You are special to me.”
Abruptly, she turns and opens a cabinet, pulling out two wine glasses. “Can I get you some wine? I opened a bottle of Pinot Noir.” She slides a wine glass across the counter for me.
“Nogracias. I no drink.”
Her eyes widen. “Oh. I’m sorry. I just assumed you did since you ordered us drinks at the club the night we met.”
“Water,por favor,” I tell her, a smile creeping across my face.
“I also have club soda or ginger ale.”
