Summer was blushing uncontrollably as he carried her to his car and dropped her on the front seat next to his. She sat down, massaging her leg a little. He got into the car and tried to fasten her seat belt for her, but she took it from his hand, smiling at him.
"Thank you, I can do it myself." She said as she fastened the seat belt. He started the car and drove off. She stared at him as he drove.
"You didn’t ask me where I live," she said.
"Don’t worry, I know where you live. You are my employee, after all." He replied with an expressionless face.
"You never get to tell me your name." She said, pinching her skin to get the words out.
"I thought you never asked. My name is Camilo," he said with a smug smile. He is indeed a Colombian, I have always wanted to visit Colombia, snap out of
