your anger. I was wrong and made a huge mistake. Afterward, I wasn’t sure if we’d ever cross paths again. I know it was childish and I apologize.” He squeezed her hand. “ Perdóname .”
Milán stared at him for several seconds. Adrian’s gaze never left hers.
“Si alguna vez me mientes una vez más...I’ll clobber you.”
“I won’t lie to you again,” he assured her. “Now do you forgive me?”
“Fine,” she said. “But I’m still mad at you.”
“Fair enough. Now, let’s get back to our discussion.” He tilted his head toward the man again. “He’s perfect, right?”
She looked the man over and then turned back to Adrian. “I doubt it,” she replied confidently. “He looked down as he walked by instead of straight ahead or around the room. A clear indication he’s not sure of himself. Either that or he doesn’t like to meet life head on,” she noted. “Definitely not my type.”
“Are you sure?” he pressed. “Maybe he’s a diamond in the rough?”
“No, thanks. I’m a woman that likes my diamonds right out in the open where I can see them.”
Adrian smirked at that. “Fair enough. Wait, I’ve got him. Over there to your right. The well-tanned man in the blue shirt.”
“You mean the one with the laptop?”
“That’s the one.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“What’s wrong with him?”
“He’s stroking his laptop like it’s a woman. Definitely a bad sign. His lady would be competing with his computer.”
Adrian’s expression turned mischievous. “And if that were you? How would you like to be stroked?”
A slow smile crept onto her face. “That would depend.”
He leaned forward. His eyes took on a devilish gleam. “On what?”
“On who’s doing the stroking.”
Her last statement hung heavily in the air between them. The heat that breezed through Adrian took him by surprise. Milán cleared her throat. He watched as she reached for her water. He decided to focus on the ice cubes swirling around in her glass. That was a mistake.
Milán took a drink. Fascinated, he watched the condensation slide slowly down the outside of the glass. One ice cube disappeared into her mouth; he waited for it to reappear, but it never did.
Adrian watched her jaws clamp down to crush the ice between her teeth. She chewed several seconds before swallowing. He unconsciously swallowed, too.
Man, get it together, he chided. With as casual a smile as he could muster, he said, “Your turn.”
“Okay.” Milán scanned the restaurant in search of a potential date for him. Their table was in the corner so she was afforded the perfect vantage point. With a mask of concentration, she perused the diners. Suddenly, her face lit up. “What about her?”
Adrian looked baffled. “Who?”
Milán leaned in. “There’s a woman at ten o’clock.”
“My ten or your ten?”
“My ten, your two. I think she could be your type.”
Taking his time, Adrian checked out the woman Milán pointed out. His eyes held humor when they hers again. “ ¿Ahora, quién está loco en la cabeza? ”
Chapter 12
M ilán didn’t take offense at his accusation. Instead, it spurred her on. “Don’t even sit here and say she’s not your type.”
“Oh, yeah, definitely my type, but she’s on the prowl.”
“Is that a bad thing?” Milán challenged. “She’s gorgeous, well dressed and isn’t wearing a wedding ring.”
“ No va a funcionar .”
“What do you mean it’s not going to work? ¿Cómo puedes estar tan seguro? ” she continued.
“ Porque ella es depredadora .”
“A predator?” Milán couldn’t contain her snicker. “ Estás lleno de ti mismo .”
“That much is true, but there’s only room for one Alpha male in any relationship, Milán. We both can’t drive,” he said, pointedly.
“Yo digo que estás equivocado.”
Adrian’s eyes glinted with purpose. “I’m not wrong. Watch and learn, lady.”
Without warning, Adrian got up, moved his chair directly
Milán stared at him for several seconds. Adrian’s gaze never left hers.
“Si alguna vez me mientes una vez más...I’ll clobber you.”
“I won’t lie to you again,” he assured her. “Now do you forgive me?”
“Fine,” she said. “But I’m still mad at you.”
“Fair enough. Now, let’s get back to our discussion.” He tilted his head toward the man again. “He’s perfect, right?”
She looked the man over and then turned back to Adrian. “I doubt it,” she replied confidently. “He looked down as he walked by instead of straight ahead or around the room. A clear indication he’s not sure of himself. Either that or he doesn’t like to meet life head on,” she noted. “Definitely not my type.”
“Are you sure?” he pressed. “Maybe he’s a diamond in the rough?”
“No, thanks. I’m a woman that likes my diamonds right out in the open where I can see them.”
Adrian smirked at that. “Fair enough. Wait, I’ve got him. Over there to your right. The well-tanned man in the blue shirt.”
“You mean the one with the laptop?”
“That’s the one.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“What’s wrong with him?”
“He’s stroking his laptop like it’s a woman. Definitely a bad sign. His lady would be competing with his computer.”
Adrian’s expression turned mischievous. “And if that were you? How would you like to be stroked?”
A slow smile crept onto her face. “That would depend.”
He leaned forward. His eyes took on a devilish gleam. “On what?”
“On who’s doing the stroking.”
Her last statement hung heavily in the air between them. The heat that breezed through Adrian took him by surprise. Milán cleared her throat. He watched as she reached for her water. He decided to focus on the ice cubes swirling around in her glass. That was a mistake.
Milán took a drink. Fascinated, he watched the condensation slide slowly down the outside of the glass. One ice cube disappeared into her mouth; he waited for it to reappear, but it never did.
Adrian watched her jaws clamp down to crush the ice between her teeth. She chewed several seconds before swallowing. He unconsciously swallowed, too.
Man, get it together, he chided. With as casual a smile as he could muster, he said, “Your turn.”
“Okay.” Milán scanned the restaurant in search of a potential date for him. Their table was in the corner so she was afforded the perfect vantage point. With a mask of concentration, she perused the diners. Suddenly, her face lit up. “What about her?”
Adrian looked baffled. “Who?”
Milán leaned in. “There’s a woman at ten o’clock.”
“My ten or your ten?”
“My ten, your two. I think she could be your type.”
Taking his time, Adrian checked out the woman Milán pointed out. His eyes held humor when they hers again. “ ¿Ahora, quién está loco en la cabeza? ”
Chapter 12
M ilán didn’t take offense at his accusation. Instead, it spurred her on. “Don’t even sit here and say she’s not your type.”
“Oh, yeah, definitely my type, but she’s on the prowl.”
“Is that a bad thing?” Milán challenged. “She’s gorgeous, well dressed and isn’t wearing a wedding ring.”
“ No va a funcionar .”
“What do you mean it’s not going to work? ¿Cómo puedes estar tan seguro? ” she continued.
“ Porque ella es depredadora .”
“A predator?” Milán couldn’t contain her snicker. “ Estás lleno de ti mismo .”
“That much is true, but there’s only room for one Alpha male in any relationship, Milán. We both can’t drive,” he said, pointedly.
“Yo digo que estás equivocado.”
Adrian’s eyes glinted with purpose. “I’m not wrong. Watch and learn, lady.”
Without warning, Adrian got up, moved his chair directly
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