96 Señorita… Fey Kitten
“Señorita… Fey Kitten”
sung to the tune of “Marian The Librarian”
from the 1962 movie The Music Man
After moiling over the case files of their upcoming trial in two days for the tenth hour, a certain java loving defense attorney was ready to call it a night. But not until he took full advantage that he and his comely colleague were alone together at the Grossberg Law Offices, at last.
“It’s Cupid’s Day, madam attorney.” Diego Armando drained the last of his umpteenth cup of joe and languidly stretched his arms over his head. “What say we call it a night and grab a drink, celebrate the last few hours of the Hallmark Holiday? I need something stronger than caffeine right about now and I’m sure a good, stiff one wouldn’t hurt you, either.”
His can’t-miss innuendo appeared to have gone completely over the buxom beauty’s head – just like most of his ever-increasingly forward flirtations with her since she’d joined the firm last September. The rookie lawyer just continued to keep her satiny caramel-colored head buried in the paperwork for the upcoming Terry Fawles trial, barely acknowledging the come-hither vibes of her ardent would-be suitor – as was tradition.
Usually, the recently reformed womanizing legal eagle didn’t mind a gal who played hard to get. If anything, a challenge only further piqued his interest. But with Mia Fey, it was different. Diego had ruefully acknowledged some time ago that his interest in the buxom beauty went far beyond seeing her as a potential conquest. This was the real thing – she’d gotten into his heart and mind, not merely his blood.
Unfortunately, his skirt-chasing reputation and being such a hit with the mamacitas of LA seemed to be the one speedbump in his hot pursuit of this particular feisty female, who made it quite clear she had no desire to be another notch on his admittedly heavily marked bedpost, and thus, never took his interest in her seriously.
Tonight, though, he vowed, things would be different. The swarthy, silver-tongued Latino wasn’t going to take no for an answer this time. Women loved the whole romantic notion of Valentine’s Day – this one couldn’t be that different! Sure, the gorgeous brunette might be more in possession of sensibility and brains than the other meaningless bimbos he’d bedded in the past, but she was still a member of the opposite sex! And if there was one thing Diego knew as well as he knew the law, it was women – women and what made them tick – both in and out of la cama!
And Mia Fey was definitely all woman, and tonight, he’d prove it!
He loped over to his co-worker’s desk and braced his hands upon her desk so she was at eye-level with his tanned, toned forearms. They were fully exposed, with his red shirt-sleeves rolled back, as was the strong column of his neck and muscled chest, strategically unbuttoned at the top, for her viewing pleasure. His spicy aftershave seemed to have caught her attention even when his cocktail invitation apparently hadn’t, because she wasn’t even pretending to read the papers in her hand anymore.
[Diego]
Señorita… Fey Kitten…
I’ll say this for all to hear, I’m no Shakespeare
Te quiero mucho…mucho
Señorita Fey Kitten …
Que Dios me ayude… I am filled with such desire
It so wildly in me burns within
I can no longer hide it from Señorita…
Fey Kitten
I don’t mean to leer, I’m helpless my dear… Te deseo mucho, mucho
Señorita Fey Kitten …
I’m on fire and the sparks between us have been lit
My passion for you is ferocious
Discuple you find it atrocious … Señorita…
Fey Kitten
The suave Hispanic cradled her trembling fingers within his briefly, before allowing her to see the unveiled devotion on his face, as clear as day. Then, as he turned over her hand and placed a kiss upon her palm, the look of unhindered love within his dark gaze took her breath away.
[Diego]
If I sang this at twilight… would you believe it?
At magical twilight
Un amante would know su querida
Would believe in his heart she belongs
And that his love will be forever strong
Yet when I try my dear, to woo, I fear
Te quiero mucho…mucho
Señorita Fey Kitten …
You may well think that it’s a sin
Is your heart a prize that I will never win?
I’m a helpless man that is so smitten con linda …
Fey Kitten
As he finished the song, Diego raised his head to gauge her reaction to his declaration. He felt his heart twist when he saw those beautiful eyes were swimming with tears and was uncertain if they were of joy – or confusion.
Gently, he brushed a crystal drop of moisture from the corner of her eye with his thumb.
“No tears,” he whispered, his expression more tender than he would have believed possible. “The only time a lawyer can cry is when it’s over. With all my heart, I hope that’s not the case – that this is over before it’s even begun.”
He’s right.
Mia’s heart was aching with love for him as she traced her fingertips over the angular planes of his beautiful face. There would be time enough for tears later. Tears of triumph from when they won their first trial. Tears of anger from when they had their first fight. Tears of ecstasy when she finally gave in to this raging passion that was threatening to incinerate them both…
“Te deseo, Mia.” His smoky cadence was like a caress to her already-aroused senses. “I want you and I need you. But I won’t push you. It has to be your choice.”
Mia nodded, her heart in her throat. He had to be the sexiest thing on two legs standing there, even in his legal business attire. The look he leveled at her from under his straight black brows was fiercely intense, searching for any hint of uncertainty in her.
Then his mouth settled against hers and she was enveloped by the warmth of a thousand suns, all at once, as he kissed her with barely restrained passion, groaning as she melted willingly against him.
It was an inner heat that blazed the moment he touched her. Mia let it sweep through her. She would no longer try to fight the feelings that engulfed her another moment. She’d been fighting them for too long. For this one kiss, logic and reality could shit on its hands and clap. She’d had enough reality to last her a lifetime. This was an escape to a wonderful paradise, where only she and Diego existed, and she wholeheartedly welcomed it.
His feverish lips trailed along her jaw to her throat as his fingers trailed down her supple back and lower, to the full curve of her buttocks. He lifted her leg over his hip, fitting her against the part of him that swelled and strained against the front of his trousers, letting her feel the unignorable evidence of just how much he wanted her.
Instinctively, her hands came up to steady herself. She wound her arms around Diego’s neck as he parted her willing lips and deepened the kiss. Masterfully he explored her lips, tasting and claiming territory that had lain fallow for too long. Desire awakened inside her and came to life like a seed in the spring.
Lord have mercy, she’d never known a man’s touch could incite her senses to riot. This was incredible. This was something she had never experienced.
He kissed her again, slowly deeply as if they had years for just this one kiss. With every fiber of her being, Mia wished they did. She wished they would have forever. Surely the love she’d stored up in her heart would last that long and then some…
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