He points to the armchair while he remains standing.
“I thought we were in a rush,” I say, chewing and lowering myself in the chair.
“You can go back whenever you want, preferably this morning, though.”
“And you? Why do you need to go back?”
“To make it less plausible that I’ve spent the night with you.”
I swallow and pick up another danish.
It makes sense.
“I’ll leave soon. Where was I last night?” I ask before taking another bite.
“Where were you…? It doesn’t matter. We just never met.”
“Okay.”
I bring my eyes to him.
He enjoys watching me eat.
“You said it would be good for me… Lying about us…” I continue.
He nods.
“Yes. You’ll see. Not right away… But you’ll know it when you see it.”
“Hmm…”
I look down as I drink more coffee.
He also said Kai would wait for me and fuck me raw. Well, he didn’t use these exact words, but that was the gist of it.
I inquire no further.
I’ll find out soon enough. Maybe he knows more about Kai, men in general, or their particular dynamic.
I will just allow myself to be surprised.
For now, I want to focus on him. On Alejandro.
He looks out the window at the ocean as if holding some nostalgic thought, and I run my eyes over him as if it’s the first time I see him.
In many ways, it is.
He has that vibe about him as if he just pulled his hard dick out from between a woman’s legs. He looks like someone who fucked the entire night, which is the truth.
He oozes virility even when he’s calm and poised, waiting for a woman to replenish herself. He also has that feel about him that he could make me his.
I don’t know if it’s real or if these are my hormones buzzing through my head.
I’m more than infatuated with him. I like his intense flavor, perfectly seasoned with those sweet, small, yet grand gestures, suggesting a romantic man.
A rare breed.
I like how he comes to me with stormy and then calmer waves. Not asking for anything. Except for keeping us a secret. I wonder how would that go… My eyes slide to his neck and forearms.