Page 6 of The No Falling Rule
“I guess you’re going out tonight,” Carly says with a huge grin. I was so caught up in Diego’s note that I didn’t notice her reading over my shoulder.
“Ahhh, the little Martínez sister is going to be banging in the big leagues!” she shouts, and I drop to the floor laughing all over again.
A mix of nerves and excitement twists in my belly as I get up and pull on one of the comfy matching sets the hotel sent over. Tonight suddenly feels promising.
“Do you want to come with me? I’m sure they won’t bat an eye if I bring you,” I say, because there’s no way I’m getting pampered without Carly.
“You know what? Yeah, I’ll go too. Let me change and grab my wallet.”
I frown. “They won’t charge you once they see you’re with me.
She raises a brow. “Baby girl, the man is paying for you. He didn’t invite me to dinner. Besides, I make good money. It’s time I spend some of it on myself.”
I throw my arms up in victory. “Yes, girl! You do deserve this! Let’s go burn some Benjamins.”
Carly laughs as I glance back down at Diego’s note.
Something tells me my life will never be the same after this holiday.
Chapter 3
Mia
At exactly seven-thirty, there’s a knock on my door.
One last glance in the mirror, and Carly gives me two thumbs up from her spot on the couch. We cameback from the spa so relaxed that I almost texted Diego to see if we could postpone dinner.
I’ve never had such a luxurious experience in my life. Who am I kidding? I’ve never been to a spa before. But now I’m thinking I wouldn’t be mad if one pops up in Azalea Creek.
I wave at Carly, slip on my sandals, and hop to the door.
The moment I open it, I catch a whiff of Diego’s cologne—and I swear it must contain pheromones because I instantly feel lightheaded. He’s wearing tan linen pants and a matching shirt, the two top buttons undone, hinting at dark hair on his chest and a thick gold chain glinting against his skin.Dios mío. What I wouldn’t give to trace that neck with my tongue right now.
His hair is damp but slicked back, and a shadow of stubble darkens his chiseled jaw.
Diego is afineman. And I meanfiiiine.
“You look beautiful,” he says, exhaling softly. His gaze locks on mine, and the way his jaw tightens tells me he’s trying really hard not to look anywhere else.
What a gentleman.
Too bad for him—I can be a total tease when I want to. And right now, I want to.
I casually adjust my neckline, and sure enough, his eyes drop to my boobs. His jaw flexes again, like he’s berating himself for looking.
Instead of smirking like I want to, I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and smile. “Thank you. So do you.”
That pulls his attention back to my face, and in the golden light, his blue eyes look dangerously tempting.
“Ready?” He offers his arm with a devilish smile.
Lord, he’s good—and he knows it.
I nod, looping my arm through his.
“I take it you’re feeling better?” he asks as we start walking toward the resort’s main building.
“Yes, definitely.” I smile, but I’m a bundle of nerves. It’s not the first time I’ve gone out with a hot guy, but something about Diego feels different. He moves like a man who owns the world yet still searches for something… more.
