"No Hay Problema."
Alejandro.
Isis emerged from the car in her long, skin-clinging, modest dress and Alejandro held his breath.
She had a tiny waist, like the ancient Greek goddess, Aphrodite. And her hips instantly placed a spell on him.
Her face was like the fire-gold glow of dawn, lifting his gaze and drawing him in but her body, and the dress of fine cyan cotton, popped against the deep bronze of her hue and hugged her figure like wet clothes.
Which stole the most part of his attention.
As you would imagine that a hungry lion does not pay much attention to the face of his prey but rather the prey itself and how appealing they are to their appetite.
And so it was with Alejandro. He was a predator and if he could bet his money on it, he had, without a doubt, captured his prey.
He broke his way into Isis' life as would anyone's foot, into a shoe.
Isis.
She only had her headwrap left to put on and she had decided that she would do that on her walk home. She took one look at her smiling face in the rear view mirror of the Jaguar and noticed that her thick brows needed another trim.
She sighed. Perks of being a hairy little goat.
She gathered her jeans and sweater and stuffed them in her backpack and before opening the car door, she scanned the car for any of her belongings that she might have forgotten to place in her bag and also made sure she left it as clean as she had found it before stepping out.
She was a little reluctant to go out there and face such an incredibly attractive man in what she now looked like, so she lingered in the car for a while.
She spotted a business card which seemed to belong to Alejandro but opted against picking it up.
Upon opening the door and climbing out, she caught Alejandro staring at her with a glossy look in his eyes.
What the hell was an attractive man like him doing ogling at a childish girl like me in a long ass dress that wasn't even stylish.
She scrunched up her face and asked him what he was looking at.
Silence.
But then it hit her that she did look different. Especially considering the fact that she had also removed her hoops and her necklace. It was game over.
She shrugged and walked up to him.
"Okay," she said, putting her hands up.
"Go ahead. Say it. I know I look terrible as compared to the jeans I was dressed in but now you can understand why I change every day before I get to classes right? I'm trying to avoid the same horrified stares. Oh, and bear in mind that my family are hardcore Christians who hardly allow my legs to move freely in a denim material so that is why I don't change inside of the house and that is how I ended up losing my dress. Did I explain that part? "
She tapped her chin thoughtfully and shrugged.
She pushed passed him and walked back to the pavement. And posed.
She then put on a broad smile and began to catwalk.
She then stopped and put up a finger as if to indicate that Alejandro should wait.
She proceeded in her backpack and pulled out her headwrap.
She turned around with her back to Alejandro and his employees and bent over, placed the piece of material behind her head and tied it in front of her head. She suddenly whipped up her head and secured her tresses in a messy bun.
She turned around and shouted, '"Tada!"
She giggled playfully and picked up her backpack, immediately swinging it over her shoulders.
She spotted Alejandro's female employer peeking at her with enormous eyes behind her glasses, which kind of reminded her of her own thick frames.
She smiled and whispered in her direction with a hand curved at the side of her mouth, "I'm not crazy."
Hello paranoia!
She refocused on Alejandro and took a deep breath.
Alejandro.
This hyperactivity could be put to better use. Alejandro let his thoughts carry him through this moment that he found painfully uninteresting.
He watched her carry on with her antics until…
She turned around and bent over. And instantly, his buddy woke up.
His ears perked up like a dog that hears its master calling it. He had to practice self-control and lightly slapped his right hand to numb the desire of reaching out to touch her rump.
If she can bend over so far forward…
He had an excellent habit of always thinking about making love to her at every single chance he got. No, not love. He thought. But fucking…yes. Wild. Animal-like, intense..
He got snapped back to reality when she suddenly stood up straight and turned to face him.
Oh wow.
She had pulled her head wrap so much that it brought the corners of her eyes up in a slightly lifted manner and really accentuated her acorn-shaped face. She was lovely.
He had a smile on his face as he zoned out and hardly caught on, onto the rest of her 'show-and-tell.'
She whispered something to one of his employers behind him and he was too engulfed in her enigma to hear what it was. Nevertheless, he didn't give a damn.
He only cared about one thing.
Getting her into his bed.