Alejandro
I don’t know why I agreed to this, why I willingly let myself be led into a trap. I don’t even know why I believe Katerina’s little trip is actually a trap. If anything, the person who’s got something to loose if things go wrong is her, not me.
As I walk toward the damn cruiser, the bag with my things in one hand, and her suitcase in the other, following her down the path like some lovesick puppy, I can’t stop thinking about what Maria said. I can’t stop thinking about those words, her suggestions, ever since she said them. I mean, I am not going to w*hore myself out for money, or for the idea of chasing the legal heiress out of my house, but damn it, it’s tempting. It’s tempting when I look at the way she walks, her long legs looking even longer in those heels, and the way her
