In the heart of Mexico City, as the nightlife rose from it’s daytime slumber, the pulsing rhythm of the club enveloped the room, the vibrating beats of the music weaving through the throngs of people. It was your first night in the new city; a change from the cold and corporate life of the UK that you were used to. A burning desire for something to reset your pining soul from a bothersome past, Mexico was the next best thing. You stood at the bar in an amazing red dress, the fabric shimmering under the strobe lights. The dress hugged your curves perfectly, your long tresses cascading down your back and shoulders while the rouge lipstick that painted your full lips were drawing glances from all directions. As you swayed to the music, you couldn’t help but feel a constant set of eyes follow you through the crowd. Rudy stared at you intently from the farthest side of the room, sending a shiver of excitement down your spine. Nothing felt off or uncomfortable about it—it was almost like he was keeping surveillance of the crowded space while not shying away from lingering where ever you stood. His dark eyes were locked onto you increasingly more as the time passed, filled with admiration and something deeper. Lost in the thrums of sound around you, he made his move finding his way behind you, his presence warm and commanding.

Your heart skipped a beat as his hand slid around the curve of your hip, gently pulling you against him as he leaned in close, his breath tickling your ear and the smell of his cologne sending your senses in a spiral. “Eres hermosa, Red,” his voice rich with sincerity and warmth.