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Romance › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
711
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter Three
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Chapter Three
The night at the bar seemed to go on forever. Sure the work wasn’t that hard because people were dancing more than eating but for some reason everything was feeling like it was going in slow motion; the dancers, the music, the hours…Diego.
Jess had no reason why she was beginning to become quite attracted to the man behind the counter; perhaps it was his almond eyes or his pistol personality. Whatever it was, was grinding her to the very depths of her mind.
Just as she was about to return the tray to the back room, something, or someone, had stopped her and she didn’t bother to look up to see who it was, she clearly knew just from the toned, thin body.
“Diego, I have work to do.” She explained, keeping her head down and eyes to his heart, which she was sure was beating just as fast as her own.
He smiled gently, cupping her face in his soft hands, “All I ask for is a chance, senorita. A chance to take you out, to show you all guys aren’t bastards, to prove that I can treat you right. One chance, Jessica. That’s all I’m asking for. Please.”
“What if you do end up being a jerk?” She asked after a moment of silence, looking into his soulful eyes and hoping smile.
Diego sighed softly, shaking his head and smiling, “Here’s the deal, just give me one chance and if you don’t end up liking what you see, then I will leave you alone for the rest of your life in Mexico. If you do like what you see, then I will continue chasing after you until my legs can’t run anymore.”
“Ok.” Jess agreed, smiling sadly, “But what if I end up being a jerk?”
The man before her simply smiled, ran a hand through her dark, straight hair, and leaned in to whisper gently in her ear, assuring her, “Impossible.”
The next morning, Jess cancelled the night shift at the bar and went shopping with Brooke to buy a new dress for the date later that night. She wasn’t sure if she was unsure about it, or excited.
“Jess,” Brooke said, picking up a bright red strapless dress and holding it up to her body, “I believe that this is the most romantic thing that has ever happened to you. If you shot him down, I will kill you.”
“Brooke, you know very well why I can’t date him.” Jess said as a matter of fact.
“Forget it, girl. You’re in Mexico, free; starting over, why hold on to something that has happened in the U.S. two years ago?”
“I know, I know. But still…”
Brooke smiled kindly, “Listen, I know your still hurt, but give this guy a chance. I mean, C’mon, he’s Mexican…”
Jess laughed, “And sexy…”
“And very, very, into you.”
Jess smiled and hugged Brooke, “Thank you.”
“Hey, what are friends for?” She shrugged, “Now c’mon, we need to find you a dress.”
“Anything,” Jess pointed to the fabric in her friends hand, “But red.”
When eight o’ clock rolled around, Jess had curled her hair, put light make-up on so it brought out her long lashes and dark eyes, and slipped into a slick, spaghetti strapped, navy dress that was layered near her knees. She had found a pair of flip-flops to match, nothing too fancy, she decided, not knowing what they were going to do yet.
Once she heard a knock on the door, Jess practically ran to the door, but caught her breath to hide that fact from Diego. She was hard to get, and no one could change that. The door opened, and the most incredible man stood before her, dressed in a white collared shirt and blue jeans that brought out the shape of his hips. Yes, Diego was completely breathtaking.
“Senor,” Jess complimented openly, “You look…wow…”
Diego laughed and scanned Jessica, “And so do you, Jess. So do you.”
Her face instantly turned red at his words, “Well, should we get going?”
“In a few, first I have something for you.” He pointed out, removing a hand that was hid behind his back since Jess opened the door, “Here.”
Jess smiled down at the colorful red, pink and white bouquet of, “Poinsettias.”
“Yes, I know that in America they are a holiday thing but here in Mexico they are a native flower.”
“They are beautiful, thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
They stared at each other for what seemed like hours on end and eventually Brooke walked in the room with Hector, clearing her throat, “Damn you two, stop staring at each other and go on your fucking date.”
Jess jumped slightly at the strict yet joking voice and turned around to her friend, feeling embarrassed, “Right. Yes. Um, just let me put these in water.”
“I’ll get them, you two get out of here. The night won’t last forever.”
And sure enough, Brooke was right. It seemed as if the hours had flown by like seconds and dinner was already over at a fancy Mexican restaurant with quick waiters and men playing guitars at your request and now Diego and Jess were at the Balsas river, sounds of Mexico blaring softly out of Diego’s car; soft, slow, Mexican music, something would put your mind to ease and heart at leap.
“Thank you for tonight, Diego. It was nice.”
He looked over at her and smiled, tracing a fingertip over her jaw line, “It was no problem what so ever. So, am I a jerk?”
Jess giggled, looking truthfully into his eyes, “No. Not at all. In fact, it’s really scary how much of a gentleman you are. I guess it proves that men in other countries are more respectful towards women than they are in the United States.”
“We just know that women can easily overcome us.”
Laughing, Jess noticed that Diego was looking at her with wonder, “What?” She asked, digging her feet into the sand, letting the water flow over her toes.
“Are you scared to love?”
“Diego, that’s not a fair question.”
“Yes it is, I want to know.”
She simply sighed and shrugged, “Damn you can really see through me, Diego.” She looked up at him to see his eyes waiting for an answer, “Yes. I am.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know, exactly. Love is so choppy, like a dull knife trying to cut through a block of wood. It takes forever to cut through life to look into a persons heart, and all you come back with is a broken blade.”
He nodded and stood up, taking her by the hand to lift her up. Standing behind her, he wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands in her, his hot breath tracing her skin, “Love is not choppy. It is like the waves, coming and going as it pleases, but still needs the winds to keep it alive. You see,” He added, out stretching their arms and moving them to mimic the waves before them, “Love can be cold, it can be warm, but it’s always there, just like the water, like the waves. Sure a storm may come through once in a while and catch you off guard, but once that storm is over, you are prepared for what will come. You are prepared to ride the waves. Love, is as deep as the ocean if you allow it to flow into your heart, and share it with others.”
A tear fell from Jess’s eye and onto the corner of her lip. She felt a soft kiss plant onto her neck and she turned her head, catching Diego’s lips with her own, listening to the waves around them.
Chapter Three
The night at the bar seemed to go on forever. Sure the work wasn’t that hard because people were dancing more than eating but for some reason everything was feeling like it was going in slow motion; the dancers, the music, the hours…Diego.
Jess had no reason why she was beginning to become quite attracted to the man behind the counter; perhaps it was his almond eyes or his pistol personality. Whatever it was, was grinding her to the very depths of her mind.
Just as she was about to return the tray to the back room, something, or someone, had stopped her and she didn’t bother to look up to see who it was, she clearly knew just from the toned, thin body.
“Diego, I have work to do.” She explained, keeping her head down and eyes to his heart, which she was sure was beating just as fast as her own.
He smiled gently, cupping her face in his soft hands, “All I ask for is a chance, senorita. A chance to take you out, to show you all guys aren’t bastards, to prove that I can treat you right. One chance, Jessica. That’s all I’m asking for. Please.”
“What if you do end up being a jerk?” She asked after a moment of silence, looking into his soulful eyes and hoping smile.
Diego sighed softly, shaking his head and smiling, “Here’s the deal, just give me one chance and if you don’t end up liking what you see, then I will leave you alone for the rest of your life in Mexico. If you do like what you see, then I will continue chasing after you until my legs can’t run anymore.”
“Ok.” Jess agreed, smiling sadly, “But what if I end up being a jerk?”
The man before her simply smiled, ran a hand through her dark, straight hair, and leaned in to whisper gently in her ear, assuring her, “Impossible.”
The next morning, Jess cancelled the night shift at the bar and went shopping with Brooke to buy a new dress for the date later that night. She wasn’t sure if she was unsure about it, or excited.
“Jess,” Brooke said, picking up a bright red strapless dress and holding it up to her body, “I believe that this is the most romantic thing that has ever happened to you. If you shot him down, I will kill you.”
“Brooke, you know very well why I can’t date him.” Jess said as a matter of fact.
“Forget it, girl. You’re in Mexico, free; starting over, why hold on to something that has happened in the U.S. two years ago?”
“I know, I know. But still…”
Brooke smiled kindly, “Listen, I know your still hurt, but give this guy a chance. I mean, C’mon, he’s Mexican…”
Jess laughed, “And sexy…”
“And very, very, into you.”
Jess smiled and hugged Brooke, “Thank you.”
“Hey, what are friends for?” She shrugged, “Now c’mon, we need to find you a dress.”
“Anything,” Jess pointed to the fabric in her friends hand, “But red.”
When eight o’ clock rolled around, Jess had curled her hair, put light make-up on so it brought out her long lashes and dark eyes, and slipped into a slick, spaghetti strapped, navy dress that was layered near her knees. She had found a pair of flip-flops to match, nothing too fancy, she decided, not knowing what they were going to do yet.
Once she heard a knock on the door, Jess practically ran to the door, but caught her breath to hide that fact from Diego. She was hard to get, and no one could change that. The door opened, and the most incredible man stood before her, dressed in a white collared shirt and blue jeans that brought out the shape of his hips. Yes, Diego was completely breathtaking.
“Senor,” Jess complimented openly, “You look…wow…”
Diego laughed and scanned Jessica, “And so do you, Jess. So do you.”
Her face instantly turned red at his words, “Well, should we get going?”
“In a few, first I have something for you.” He pointed out, removing a hand that was hid behind his back since Jess opened the door, “Here.”
Jess smiled down at the colorful red, pink and white bouquet of, “Poinsettias.”
“Yes, I know that in America they are a holiday thing but here in Mexico they are a native flower.”
“They are beautiful, thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
They stared at each other for what seemed like hours on end and eventually Brooke walked in the room with Hector, clearing her throat, “Damn you two, stop staring at each other and go on your fucking date.”
Jess jumped slightly at the strict yet joking voice and turned around to her friend, feeling embarrassed, “Right. Yes. Um, just let me put these in water.”
“I’ll get them, you two get out of here. The night won’t last forever.”
And sure enough, Brooke was right. It seemed as if the hours had flown by like seconds and dinner was already over at a fancy Mexican restaurant with quick waiters and men playing guitars at your request and now Diego and Jess were at the Balsas river, sounds of Mexico blaring softly out of Diego’s car; soft, slow, Mexican music, something would put your mind to ease and heart at leap.
“Thank you for tonight, Diego. It was nice.”
He looked over at her and smiled, tracing a fingertip over her jaw line, “It was no problem what so ever. So, am I a jerk?”
Jess giggled, looking truthfully into his eyes, “No. Not at all. In fact, it’s really scary how much of a gentleman you are. I guess it proves that men in other countries are more respectful towards women than they are in the United States.”
“We just know that women can easily overcome us.”
Laughing, Jess noticed that Diego was looking at her with wonder, “What?” She asked, digging her feet into the sand, letting the water flow over her toes.
“Are you scared to love?”
“Diego, that’s not a fair question.”
“Yes it is, I want to know.”
She simply sighed and shrugged, “Damn you can really see through me, Diego.” She looked up at him to see his eyes waiting for an answer, “Yes. I am.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know, exactly. Love is so choppy, like a dull knife trying to cut through a block of wood. It takes forever to cut through life to look into a persons heart, and all you come back with is a broken blade.”
He nodded and stood up, taking her by the hand to lift her up. Standing behind her, he wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands in her, his hot breath tracing her skin, “Love is not choppy. It is like the waves, coming and going as it pleases, but still needs the winds to keep it alive. You see,” He added, out stretching their arms and moving them to mimic the waves before them, “Love can be cold, it can be warm, but it’s always there, just like the water, like the waves. Sure a storm may come through once in a while and catch you off guard, but once that storm is over, you are prepared for what will come. You are prepared to ride the waves. Love, is as deep as the ocean if you allow it to flow into your heart, and share it with others.”
A tear fell from Jess’s eye and onto the corner of her lip. She felt a soft kiss plant onto her neck and she turned her head, catching Diego’s lips with her own, listening to the waves around them.