Translation of Love - By Alice Montalvo-Tribue Page 0,20
people would kill for her body.
“Hey Girl, it was pretty good. How was yours?”
She moves across my office and sits in one of two available chairs in front of my desk. “Oh my God, Elle. On Friday, I went to an autograph signing for the most to-die-for Spanish singer in the world.”
Oh my God is right! All of a sudden, I’m scorching hot. I reach for my water bottle and take a swig. What the hell are the chances of this happening? Talk about awkward. How do I even handle this situation? Do I tell her I know Victor or do I just act like I have no clue?
“A Spanish singer?” I ask, taking the clueless route.
“Yes! His name is Victor Garza. He’s like a Latin God.”
“He sounds hot!” Little does she know that I know how hot he is, semi intimately.
“He is! And get this, when I got my autograph, I asked him for a hug and a kiss and he gave it to me! Ahhh!”
“He kissed you?” All of a sudden, I’m kind of pissed off. I have no right to feel like this. He’s not my boyfriend, and even if he was, he’s famous. I’m sure he hugs and kisses fans all the time.
“Yeah, granted it was just a quick peck on the cheek but I’ll take it!”
“Wow, that sounds exciting.”
She giggles. “It was. Did you do anything exciting?”
I wanna be catty and tell her that I got more than a kiss on the cheek from Victor but I keep that to myself. She’s just reacting like any fan would to the superstar they love. “Not really, I just had dinner with my family, hung out with Jordan and cleaned my house.”
“Cool. Well, whatcha doin for lunch? You wanna get out of here later and grab a bite?”
“Yeah, sure, I’d like that,” I reply as she leaves my office.
The rest of my day is uneventful. I’m able to get through my work without interruption or any major mishaps. Lunch with Jacinda was strange. She did nothing but talk about the ultra hot Latin singer Victor Garza. What surprised me the most was that I thought about Victor most of the day, even when I wasn’t with Jacinda. I want to be happy that there’s someone in my life that interests me but the idea of letting him get too close to hurt me is terrifying. I need to find a way to express that to him without giving too much of myself away.
I make it home in record time and get dinner started. I’m pouring myself a much needed glass of wine when my phone rings. I look at the caller ID and my heart flutters when I see Victor’s name on the screen. I try to keep my annoying giddiness under wraps when I answer the phone.
“Hello?”
“Is it sad that I’ve been home less than five hours and I miss you already?”
I can’t help it, I giggle. “Yes, it’s truly pathetic.”
“Sarcasm will get you nowhere. I think deep down you like it that I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“That’s what scares me,” I say as I take a sip of wine.
“That’s a loaded statement.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, what scares you?”
“Umm…” I think I’ve just opened a can of worms that I may not be ready to deal with.
“Do I scare you? Do men in general scare you? Are you scared of relationships? Are you scared of getting hurt? Are you scared that you like me thinking about you?”
“Yes.” I’m smiling but even the thought of this conversation scares me.
He laughs. “Yes to which one?”
“Umm, all of them?”
Silence.
“Ellie, it’s okay to be scared. We can take things as slow as you want, okay? I can proceed with caution if that’s what you need.”
I realize that I’ve been holding my breath when I finally let out a sigh. “Okay.”
“Okay. Is this conversation too heavy for you?” How does he manage to extract information from me without making it too painful? He can somehow sense my discomfort and calls me out on it without making it a big deal.
“A little.”
“How bout an easier question? How was your day?” I don’t think Brian ever asked me about how my day went. In fact, Brian never asked me anything regarding my life, interests, hobbies, friends or family. I guess it’s true what they say about hindsight.
“My day was okay. Oh, I just remembered something.”
“What?”
“My HR manager, Jacinda, went to see you on Friday.”
“No way!” He sounds genuinely stunned at this news,