I picked up the paper and noticed the handwriting. It was Carlos’s handwriting. Seeing it made my heart race, in a good way of course.
Don’t be angry with me. I totally forgot about the dinner I had to attend. Let’s just say you’ve been stealing my thoughts away ever since you’ve been here. All I seem to think about is you… your body. Your laugh. Your smile. Your lips. You r othe r lips. I stopped by after the dinner, but you were sleeping. I didn’t want to disturb you. I will make this up to you. After work today I will be all yours. I left a surprise in the front closet for you. Wear it. I know you’ll look perfect in it. Be ready by seven PM sharp, my sweet Mya.
Carlos
My heart stuttered… it fucking fluttered. My smile grew so wide and so big with each word that I couldn’t believe my face could stretch so much. Carlos came by. He was coming back to me, which meant he didn’t go back with the Marilyn girl. He wanted me for the night. The thought of that thrilled me.
And his words… oh, his words. What was it with this Latin man that made me weak? I could picture his voice—him speaking so seductively, so deeply that it probably would’ve made my core tingle and my knees wobble. He was perfect. And all that frustration I held earlier seemed to disappear.
I folded the note back neatly and headed for the front closet. When I opened it and saw what was waiting for me, my jaw dropped. I pulled the black Chanel dress out slowly, disbelieving my eyes. It was short and fitted, strapless with small gold stitches bordering the waist and bust. It. Was. Perfect.
I bounced on my toes with excitement then rushed towards the counter to check the time on my phone. I had three hours to get ready, and that didn’t feel like nearly enough. I knew I was going to have to look my best. I needed to after not seeing Carlos for almost an entire day. I wanted him to drool.
I wanted him to stare.
I wanted him to want me wherever we were at all times. I didn’t want his eyes to stray from me once.
Call my crazy or over the top, but I was thrilled about this, and due to all of my excitement, I decided to keep Claire out of the loop until I was back in Chicago. She could wait. I didn’t want this ruined… not yet. I had one day left. One damn day. I had to get this man out of my system before then, but deep down, I knew that was going to be next to impossible for a girl like me.
***
I finished getting dressed thirty minutes before Isaac arrived. I was a little disappointed when I made it down to the car and saw Carlos wasn’t in the back seat waiting for me. Spotting my disappointment, Isaac said, “Don’t worry, Miss Sterling. The wait will surely be worth it.” I forced a smile at Isaac and slid into the backseat. Once he pulled off, I pulled out my handheld mirror and gave myself a quick once over.
Lips glossed.
Hair curled.
Eyelashes long and batty-like.
Cheeks rosy and somewhat innocent.
I felt great, but it’d been a while since I’d worn so much makeup. Nonetheless, I had to admit, I was flawless. Nervous as shit, but pretty striking for a woman as myself.
It took about half an hour for Isaac to reach our destination. I stared out the window a little confused. He’d pulled up in front of a white-brick mansion. The garden lights flashed on the dark-brown shutters and the tall, oak door. I gripped my clutch as Isaac put the car in park and dashed around to open the door for me.
“Thanks, Isaac,” I said, stepping out cautiously. I was always taught it was rude not to make eye contact when speaking to someone, but I couldn’t help my wandering irises. This place was gigantic. And it sat on a hill near the coastline of San Francisco. The scenery was absolutely remarkable—breathtaking. Tall palm trees and a cool breeze, it was something that needed to be in a magazine.
“Have a good time, Miss Sterling,” Isaac said as he made his way back to the driver’s side. I gave him a
Don’t be angry with me. I totally forgot about the dinner I had to attend. Let’s just say you’ve been stealing my thoughts away ever since you’ve been here. All I seem to think about is you… your body. Your laugh. Your smile. Your lips. You r othe r lips. I stopped by after the dinner, but you were sleeping. I didn’t want to disturb you. I will make this up to you. After work today I will be all yours. I left a surprise in the front closet for you. Wear it. I know you’ll look perfect in it. Be ready by seven PM sharp, my sweet Mya.
Carlos
My heart stuttered… it fucking fluttered. My smile grew so wide and so big with each word that I couldn’t believe my face could stretch so much. Carlos came by. He was coming back to me, which meant he didn’t go back with the Marilyn girl. He wanted me for the night. The thought of that thrilled me.
And his words… oh, his words. What was it with this Latin man that made me weak? I could picture his voice—him speaking so seductively, so deeply that it probably would’ve made my core tingle and my knees wobble. He was perfect. And all that frustration I held earlier seemed to disappear.
I folded the note back neatly and headed for the front closet. When I opened it and saw what was waiting for me, my jaw dropped. I pulled the black Chanel dress out slowly, disbelieving my eyes. It was short and fitted, strapless with small gold stitches bordering the waist and bust. It. Was. Perfect.
I bounced on my toes with excitement then rushed towards the counter to check the time on my phone. I had three hours to get ready, and that didn’t feel like nearly enough. I knew I was going to have to look my best. I needed to after not seeing Carlos for almost an entire day. I wanted him to drool.
I wanted him to stare.
I wanted him to want me wherever we were at all times. I didn’t want his eyes to stray from me once.
Call my crazy or over the top, but I was thrilled about this, and due to all of my excitement, I decided to keep Claire out of the loop until I was back in Chicago. She could wait. I didn’t want this ruined… not yet. I had one day left. One damn day. I had to get this man out of my system before then, but deep down, I knew that was going to be next to impossible for a girl like me.
***
I finished getting dressed thirty minutes before Isaac arrived. I was a little disappointed when I made it down to the car and saw Carlos wasn’t in the back seat waiting for me. Spotting my disappointment, Isaac said, “Don’t worry, Miss Sterling. The wait will surely be worth it.” I forced a smile at Isaac and slid into the backseat. Once he pulled off, I pulled out my handheld mirror and gave myself a quick once over.
Lips glossed.
Hair curled.
Eyelashes long and batty-like.
Cheeks rosy and somewhat innocent.
I felt great, but it’d been a while since I’d worn so much makeup. Nonetheless, I had to admit, I was flawless. Nervous as shit, but pretty striking for a woman as myself.
It took about half an hour for Isaac to reach our destination. I stared out the window a little confused. He’d pulled up in front of a white-brick mansion. The garden lights flashed on the dark-brown shutters and the tall, oak door. I gripped my clutch as Isaac put the car in park and dashed around to open the door for me.
“Thanks, Isaac,” I said, stepping out cautiously. I was always taught it was rude not to make eye contact when speaking to someone, but I couldn’t help my wandering irises. This place was gigantic. And it sat on a hill near the coastline of San Francisco. The scenery was absolutely remarkable—breathtaking. Tall palm trees and a cool breeze, it was something that needed to be in a magazine.
“Have a good time, Miss Sterling,” Isaac said as he made his way back to the driver’s side. I gave him a
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