Strawberry Kisses Phavy Prieto (bookstand for reading TXT) 📖

take this as an invitation to your house, Mr. Devoir?" I asked smiling, trying to appear nice and not to point out the awkwardness of that situation.

"I would never make an indecent proposal to you, Miss Acosta," he replied in the same tone.

I laughed. At that moment the waiter came to take our order, even though I hadn't even looked at the menu.

"If you don't mind, I'll order for both. Unless you already have something in mind." It seemed a great idea to avoid having to browse the menu in Italian.

When Damian began to speak Italian, naming various dishes, my heart thumped.

Holy gods! Could there be anything sexier than an Adonis speaking in such a sensual language? Nah... of course not. I could have easily ended up in hell for the sins already committed in my mind.

"Is that good for you?" he asked observing me.

"Whatever is fine for you is fine for me," my degenerated mind thought in that instant. "I didn't understand almost anything," was what my mouth said.

Oh, well, just forget about looking interesting.

"Don't you worry, you're going to like everything," he said smiling, returning the menu to the waiter who had taken the order.

Everything was very good indeed. Either all the dishes were absolutely delicious in that restaurant or that man was really good at choosing the best.

"I can't eat anymore," I said pushing the plate of lasagna aside even though it was delicious. After the antipasto and the first course my stomach was going to explode. "It's getting late and I should go. I should have been in the office half an hour ago."

"I warned you that you would not leave me without dessert," he answered smiling.

Where did that man put that incredible amount of calories? I doubted that they would end up in his six-pack abdomen that he surely had.

"You want to kill me," I whispered as he poured me some water.

"I want to do a lot of things to you but killing you isn't on the list." At that moment I looked at him and felt that intensity again. I didn't understand what kind of game that was, but in some incomprehensible way Adonis felt attracted to me. "What is your favorite flavour?"

"You," I would have replied without thinking about it.

I was asked that question in the least appropriate moment and I was supposed to find an answer that was not a monosyllable. I looked away trying to escape those intense eyes that were literally penetrating me. As I turned, I saw a waiter carrying a slice of cake decorated with two strawberries cut in half.

"Strawberry," I replied smiling and looking back at him to appear self-confident. "Why?"

"Because the day I will taste your lips they will surely taste like strawberry."

What? Houston calls Maria... one, two, three... React, for God’s sake!

"I think I'll order straw... fruit cake," I said just in time, when my brain realized I was speaking out loud.

The eloquent smile I saw on that perfect face let me understand that I had better put a tape on my mouth or I was going to make a complete fool of myself.

Pull yourself together, Maria. It's not like he said anything crazy. Simply, one of these days, when you least expect it, and there are strawberries around, he will kiss you. In short, nothing unusual.

"I don't know if they have fruit cake, but they make a Kinder Bueno-flavoured mousse that..."

"Kinder Bueno? Are you referring to Kinder chocolate? "

"Exactly."

"I want two mousses like that!"

Excellent! Bravo! Now beyond seeing you as an anxious madwoman, he will add "whale" to the list.

His laugh made me feel even worse.

"So your passion for Kinder Bueno is true."

Damn! How can I keep my secrets if he's already read them all in my planner?

"Well, actually, not that much," I said. I swore to myself that I would deny it until my death.

If lies killed, this would be the moment in which a lightning strikes me and I end up in hell.

"Since you want two mousses, I guess you still want to eat."

"No. Just in case the waiter drops one of them," I said without thinking too much. His loud laughter made me swear silently.

"Then let them be four!" he replied smiling divinely. "Just as a precaution."

If it were up to me, let them bring twenty. But if there are four, it's okay if you eat only half of them.

"Being foresighted is one of my strengths," I said looking for the waiter to order the dessert.

As we were served the dessert, I didn’t know what was more alluring: the mousse or the man who was in front of me. As soon as I plunged the tea spoon into the crystal jar, the sound produced by the mousse was music to my ears. When I brought it to my mouth, I wanted to die of pleasure. I was completely estranged from the world.

"Oh, blessed Jesus," I exclaimed with my eyes closed, letting myself be carried away by that exquisite flavour. "It's almost an orgasmic pleasure."

Please, tell me I didn't say it out loud... Tell me I didn't say it!

At that moment I opened my eyes and saw that gaze of his dark eyes that I swear had gone from dark brown to total black. He was so attractive that I didn't know what delighted me more. The taste of the mousse paired with his glance was pure ecstasy.

"Are you sure that you prefer strawberries?" he asked. I noticed how his eyes lingered on my lips.

Now I’m going to have a heart attack in three... two... one... If I say no, will you kiss me here in front of everyone?

"Uh... um... yes."

Why the hell are you saying yes, Maria? I am the incarnation of Murphy's law. I