"Connaisance."
Isis.
Isis was deeply troubled when lectures were over for the day. She broke into a sweat and wondered how she was going to get into the house without being seen.
She thought of calling her Mami and asking her to go to her room and pick out another dress for her but she then remembered that her Mami did not own a cellphone.
Isis cursed under her breath and ran her fingers through her deeply coiled locks as she had removed her headwrap due to the heavy stress she was beginning to endure.
She felt like having something tied so tightly around her head added onto the headache.
She did not even feel like taking the bus so she rather took her left to the next street and concentrated on her problem as she took languid steps, with a furrowed brow and a pursed lip.
She was almost 8 minutes away from her street when she began to despair, losing all hope.
Just as she felt the hot tears beginning to sting her eyes, there was a distinct sound of a vehicle.
Alejandro.
Alejandro was elated the minute he spotted Isis coming out of the gates of the International American University of Medicine. He had been parked across the street and was attending a meeting with the Mayor of St Lucia on how education in the Caribbean could be improved. All while having a view of one of the most prestigious universities in Vieux Fort.
This was just another cover for his downright and ruthless business ventures. He didn't give a damn about anyone else, let alone some little students.
But boy was he lucky. He spotted Isis from the third level of the building he was in and immediately dismissed himself and rudely called off the meeting with the Mayor.
"My people will contact you Sergio," he had said as he placed long strides out of the office.
He had a thing for calling any and every one by their first name, even his own parents.
Isis had looked troubled so he had the perfect excuse under his crotch.
He had gotten into his Jaguar and ordered his driver to hit the gas. Making sure to allow a distance between themselves and the woman his conscious could not let go of.
He hungrily traced the shape of her hips in the skin tight, stone-washed denim and licked his lips.
She crossed into the street and he probed his driver to keep on following her carefully until they got into a more quite street.
"Pick up the pace Ignatius!"
"Yes Mr Dominic Sir," replied the driver with both fear and reverence.
"Right here. Stop."
Isis.
Isis jumped at the vehicle that almost rode over her toes.
She was baffled and was about to wild out when she looked up and realized that it was the black Jaguar…again.
What was it with this damn car?
Her thoughts were put into the backseat of her mind as soon as the man who was driving, got out of the vehicle, to the left side of the backseat door of the vehicle and opened it.
Out came something that looked like a Greek god in a tailored suit.
Isis swallowed hard and lost her equilibrium.
She struggled to keep her balance and almost fell over.
This isn't one of those corny love stories or an Indian movie where the guy always catches the girl when she's about to fall.
Alejandro.
Alejandro literally stared after Isis as she plopped her bottom flat onto the pavement.
He just chuckled at her in genuine amusement and looked at his driver, who was ripped.
Alejandro looked at Ignatius with a cold stare as if to say, only I can laugh at MY woman. And the employee suddenly cleared his throat and straightened up.
Just then, his phone rang and he took it out of his pocket and threw it out into the street, all while staring at Isis dead in the eye.
He looked at the wide-mouthed beauty and stretched his hand out to her so he could help her get up.
She shrugged and got up on her own.
Fiesty. He looked down at the ground and fixed his tie with a smirk.
"I'm Alejandro. Alejandro Dominic. You, call me Alex."
Isis.
She stared down at the hand outstretched in front of her and thought of kicking him in the nuts.
The guy just practically laughed at me for stumbling over how attractive he was. And also, almost rode over my white Nikes!
She reddened a little at the thought that all of this was because she saw a sexy man.
She had seen sexy men before but this one had an allure of demand. Which she found incredibly attractive.
He had brazen skin, rough contours, complete with a strong jawline and jaded, deep-set eyes.
Isis traced the edges of his mouth and found that his smirk had an effect on her. She weakened and could feel her knees giving in but she snapped herself back into focus and cleared her throat before she spoke.
"I'm Isis," she replied.
Alejandro.
Alejandro knew that he had found her weak point.
He lowered his eyes at her, seductively, and smirked.
He felt her tremble under the weight of his right hand as he held her hand in his.
He brought Isis' hand up to his lips and planted a firm kiss. All while keeping the eye contact intact.
"Ah. Isis," he repeated after her. As if he did not already know her name.
The little devil behind his head mocked him.
He fanned his thoughts off and proceeded with his action plan.
"What's a beautiful girl like you doing here, looking like you're constipated or like you've just been fed butter-beans with artichokes. Which is a very unpleasant melange I must admit."
He stared at her full, thick lips and watched her mouth as he waited for them to part so he could get high off of her mellifluous voice. As soon as she spoke, he groaned, pleasantly. What an animal.
Isis.
She was slightly disgusted at his courting skills and pondered on his pick-up lines. Artichokes? Seriously?
And who still randomly kisses the hands of girls? What if I had been scratching my butt before this? Or what if he had been doing some dirty things with his mouth before we met?
Isis was most probably right on thinking that Alejandro had been doing some abominable things with his mouth. But she, was yet to find this out…