Mr. Chavez looked once again at his wife, who reached across the table and clasped her hands over mine as she smiled and cried at the same time. She looked at her husband, and nodded, and Mr. Chavez looked back at me and released an emotional chuckle as he shook my hand and said, "well of course son, of course you have our blessing." He gave my hand a hearty shake, and I released a relieved chuckle of my own and we exchanged further pleasantries before we decided to exit.
"So how exactly will this happen?" My mom asked, as I sat on the plane, on my way back home.
"Well, I was thinking of taking her to Rome. It's the first place we ever went to ball, and there's one happening this weekend. I wanted to fly her parents and Chamille out there, and you guys could join me. She wouldn't know anything, until the day I propose." I explained, as I imagined how I would propose to Liliana.
"A ball? That's quite the public statement don't you think?" my mom questioned, knowing that I was a very private person.
"I know, but I'm not ashamed of my love for Liliana mamma, nor am I ashamed to show to the world that yes I love her, and I have chosen her as my wife." I explained, unable to stop myself from smiling.
"Well I am proud of you son, your father is too. Will you let me know when you get home?" She asked, and after I agreed, we ended the call. I leaned back against my chair and sighed with a smile. A few days from now, hopefully, Liliana would be my fiancée.
The weekend arrived quicker than I expected, and soon enough Lili and I were flying to Rome. She was in her modest hostess outfit, and yet she made it sexy.
"Mr. Cavalier," Liliana called out to me, and I looked up into her eyes from seat with a sly smile and responded, "yes Ms. Chavez?"
"We spoke about this." She said, looking down with a deep blush.
"Spoke about what?" I asked, casually, my eyes running from her head to her toes.
"That." She pointed then added, "when you're looking at me like you're undressing me with your eyes."
"Mmh..." I simply hummed, unable to stop myself from admiring her beauty, "I want a kiss." I said, suddenly, and her eyes widened before she blushed and said, "I'm trying to work."
"I know, but still, come on just one kiss." I begged, and Liliana sighed and said, "you always say that, and then I give you a kiss, and then you ask for more, and so on..." She trailed off, as I bit my lip at her. She rolled her eyes and giggled as she said, "you're making my life difficult."
"I am not." I denied, and she sighed before looking back at me and replied, "okay fine. One kiss." She clarified, and I smiled like a boy on Christmas morning.
She approached me, but what she did next, I did not expect. She stood close to me, then bent over as she placed her hands on my shoulders. She caressed her palms around my neck, then down my chest. As her hands lowered, the small cleavage of her shirt came in my line of view. I admit it, I looked, and then I gulped. She caressed her hands over my belt, and I felt my body twitch in my pants. She steered clear of me down there, and simply rested her hands on my thigh.
She leaned in, placing her nose near my ear and neck, as she breathed in my cologne in the most sensual manner, then she ran her lips over my cheek, and towards the corner of my mouth. Her left hand squeezed my thigh, and her right hand grabbed my tie. She pulled me by tugging at my tie, and just when our lips were about to meet, she said, "I'll kiss you, when I'm no longer on the job." Then just like that she pulled away, leaving me clueless, and somewhat bothered.
I looked at her receding form and swaying hips, and I felt like panting after her.
She sent me a devious look over her shoulder because she knew very well what she had done, and I had no comeback, so I simply remained in my seat, mute and dumbfounded.
When we landed, Lili didn't say a word to me. She simply kept a victorious smile on her face, and I felt cheated. It was my job to tease her and leave her high dry, but now the tables seem to have turned. I didn't like this feeling, and now I understood why Lili hated it when I teased her. I said, nothing until we were in the car. I had to settle the score, or else I would not be a happy camper.
Liliana was busy looking out the window as the car drove on. It seems she never got enough of Rome's beauty, and I never got enough of hers.
I knew I was playing dirty, but I had to get her back. So I sat up, and the moment I did so, Liliana sent me a cautious look. I didn't smile, I didn't even blink. She looked my way and the uncertainty in her face told me that she was not anticipating my retaliation. I began by running my index finger against the length of her lower leg.
"You know," I began to speak, the tip of my finger running over her knee and back down, as she instantly stiffened, "it seems to be a habit of yours," I continued casually, my index finger going over her knee and little bit further on her thigh before going back down again, meanwhile Lili was barely breathing, "to tease me," I continued, my finger sneaking under the hem of her skirt, "almost past the point of no return." I concluded, and then I sent her a quick smile.
Liliana, with wide innocent eyes, like a deer in headlights shook her head quickly, then she gulped, my finger teasing her upper thigh, but I did not inch close to her area.
"No?" I questioned, and she shook her head again, it seems all her bravado remained on the plane.
"Mmh." I simply hummed, and I retracted my hand as I said, "guess it was a misinterpretation on my part." I added a smile, then I leaned back, pretending to look away from her.
Then I mentally counted, five, four, three, two, one.
"You son o f a biscuit!" She whisper yelled, just like I knew she would.
"What is it love?" I asked, feigning innocence, "you, You, You- Ughh!" She growled instead of saying anything coherent.
"That's what you get for teasing me." I pointed, and she pouted and crossed her arms as she dared, "bite me."
"I did that already, though it was on your shoulder, would you like me to do it again somewhere else?" I offered, not letting her get away with anything this time.
"You don't play fair." She accused, as she leaned forward, "yeah and neither do you." I pushed back as I also sat up and leaned forward. We were face to face now, both of us breathing heavily.
"Do you still want that kiss?" She asked, looking between my eyes and my lips.
"Darn right I do." I declared, then I placed my hand on the back of her head and kissed her. She gripped onto my jacket, and pushed back against me just as hard, but before I could get committed to the kiss, Armagio had arrived at the hotel.
We pulled away breathless, and she looked down flustered due to my heavy gaze.
"There's something I need to tell you." I spoke, as we both attempted to catch our breaths.
"What is it?" She asked,.
"We're going to a ball tomorrow evening." I declared, and she shook her head as she said, "are Edna and Jay coming tomorrow to help me dress?"
"Who?" I asked, with a raised eyebrow.
"The stylists you had come over the first time we went to the ball together." Liliana clarified, and I asked, in disbelief, "you mean Sandra and Marco?"
And she blinked my way confused as she said, "sure..." I laughed at her response and nodded, "yes, they'll come by to help you."
"Okay." She smiled, and Armagio opened the door and helped her out of the car.
I smiled as she exited the car, and next to my heart, I felt the velvet box move in my jacket pocket. In just a few more hours, Liliana would soon call herself my future wife. And damn, I was blessed.