Ximena's POV
"I asked with a frown when did you get back," I inquired.
He replied with a smile, "This evening. I came straight from the airport. I couldn't wait to see you."
Furrowing my brows, I responded, "And the best way to show that was to come into my office as a patient and scare me."
Chuckling, he walked towards my chair and sat down. "You? Scared? Are you capable of feeling scared?" he asked playfully, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
Snickering, I dryly replied, "Very funny," and took a seat on the chair across my desk.
"Why did you get back so late? I thought you told me you would be back sooner," I continued the conversation.
"The meeting took longer than expected, and I had to wait until we finished," he explained, running his hand through his raven-black hair. Despite
