was acting like a spoiled brat who hadn’t gotten her prize for being a good girl.
And what had she admitted to Hector during those last few minutes of that uncomfortable exchange ? Oh my goodness! She’d just told him that she might actually like his touch? That she was excited when he touched her? So excited that she wasn’t sure what to do.
Maybe he hadn’t understood. Maybe he’d been so irritated with her pulling back, of her cringing, that he hadn’t understood what she’d been telling him.
Then again, even an idiot would be able to decipher that she was a pathetic virgin afraid of her own body’s responses.
She laid her head down on the steering wheel and groaned at her absurd reactions.
How silly! What a juvenile reaction to a situation on so many levels. She was a grown woman who had professional responsibilities and a good job. She threw herself into dangerous situations for work all the time in an attempt to get a better story than her competitors so why was she so afraid of what Hector could make her feel?
Her cell phone buzzed at that moment , interrupting her mental castigations . Glancing down, she realized that Hector had just texted her and she hesitated to read the message , petrified of what he would say to her .
In the end, she forced herself to look at the message, bracing herself for his harsh reprimand or criticism of her actions. She deserved whatever he tossed her way, she told herself, taking a deep breath before looking at the brief communication. “Enjoy the ride? I’ll see you at the church tomorrow.”
She blinked and re-read the words. That was it? He wasn’t angry?
Kallista ’s head ached with trying to figure that man out. She’d seen him when he was storming after her. He’d been furious and now he was asking if she’d enjoyed the car theft?
She tucked her cell phone back into her purse and got out of the vehicle. What was she supposed to do with the car now? She couldn’t leave it here out in the open parking lot . Someone would definitely steal it.
She thought about texting him back, but what could she say? “Can I drive your car back so it isn’t stolen and another horrible incident on my conscience?” That didn’t seem like it was a good plan.
With a sigh, she called him back, deciding to be brave about this since she’d wimped out on their previous emotion filled conversation .
“Hector, I’m really sorry. I don’t know what got into me but I’m sorry.”
She heard his chuckle and rolled her eyes. She was beside herself with guilt and he was amused ? Great!
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll see you at the church tomorrow.”
“Wait! What about the car? I can’t leave it out here. Someone will steal it.”
“It’s insured.”
“But….”she thought frantically, trying to come up with an answer. But the only option she had was to drive it back to his house and then sit in the car while he drove her back. That was out of the question. “Can’t you send someone over here to get it?”
“Don’t worry about the car, Kallista . Worry about getting ready for tomorrow. It’s going to be a long day.”
With that, he hung up the phone and Kallista stomped up the stairs to her apartment, wishing all kinds of horrible things to be heaped upon his head.
Chapter 6
The day of her wedding arrived and she was a bundle of nerves. She’d spent several nights in Hector’s company over the past two weeks but never alone except for last night, and that had turned out to be a pathetic debacle . At least his car was still in the parking lot.
A nd here she was about to marry the man. Her mother had driven over to her apartment this morning to pick her up at dawn, declaring that there was too much to get done for her to sleep in. The hair dresser was coming at nine o’clock, she needed a good breakfast before the makeup artist arrived, and she had
And what had she admitted to Hector during those last few minutes of that uncomfortable exchange ? Oh my goodness! She’d just told him that she might actually like his touch? That she was excited when he touched her? So excited that she wasn’t sure what to do.
Maybe he hadn’t understood. Maybe he’d been so irritated with her pulling back, of her cringing, that he hadn’t understood what she’d been telling him.
Then again, even an idiot would be able to decipher that she was a pathetic virgin afraid of her own body’s responses.
She laid her head down on the steering wheel and groaned at her absurd reactions.
How silly! What a juvenile reaction to a situation on so many levels. She was a grown woman who had professional responsibilities and a good job. She threw herself into dangerous situations for work all the time in an attempt to get a better story than her competitors so why was she so afraid of what Hector could make her feel?
Her cell phone buzzed at that moment , interrupting her mental castigations . Glancing down, she realized that Hector had just texted her and she hesitated to read the message , petrified of what he would say to her .
In the end, she forced herself to look at the message, bracing herself for his harsh reprimand or criticism of her actions. She deserved whatever he tossed her way, she told herself, taking a deep breath before looking at the brief communication. “Enjoy the ride? I’ll see you at the church tomorrow.”
She blinked and re-read the words. That was it? He wasn’t angry?
Kallista ’s head ached with trying to figure that man out. She’d seen him when he was storming after her. He’d been furious and now he was asking if she’d enjoyed the car theft?
She tucked her cell phone back into her purse and got out of the vehicle. What was she supposed to do with the car now? She couldn’t leave it here out in the open parking lot . Someone would definitely steal it.
She thought about texting him back, but what could she say? “Can I drive your car back so it isn’t stolen and another horrible incident on my conscience?” That didn’t seem like it was a good plan.
With a sigh, she called him back, deciding to be brave about this since she’d wimped out on their previous emotion filled conversation .
“Hector, I’m really sorry. I don’t know what got into me but I’m sorry.”
She heard his chuckle and rolled her eyes. She was beside herself with guilt and he was amused ? Great!
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll see you at the church tomorrow.”
“Wait! What about the car? I can’t leave it out here. Someone will steal it.”
“It’s insured.”
“But….”she thought frantically, trying to come up with an answer. But the only option she had was to drive it back to his house and then sit in the car while he drove her back. That was out of the question. “Can’t you send someone over here to get it?”
“Don’t worry about the car, Kallista . Worry about getting ready for tomorrow. It’s going to be a long day.”
With that, he hung up the phone and Kallista stomped up the stairs to her apartment, wishing all kinds of horrible things to be heaped upon his head.
Chapter 6
The day of her wedding arrived and she was a bundle of nerves. She’d spent several nights in Hector’s company over the past two weeks but never alone except for last night, and that had turned out to be a pathetic debacle . At least his car was still in the parking lot.
A nd here she was about to marry the man. Her mother had driven over to her apartment this morning to pick her up at dawn, declaring that there was too much to get done for her to sleep in. The hair dresser was coming at nine o’clock, she needed a good breakfast before the makeup artist arrived, and she had
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