you were just sitting in a club,enjoying a Cuba Libre,and being in a showing off and tight dress. Many guys tried to hit on you but you'd didn't let them go under your skin,not in the slightest. You saw later that night a guy,entering the bar,it was the known Alejandro Vargas,the colonel of Los varqueros. He was a charming guy,a gentle,yet was he touchy and needy. You'd heard so,and you didn't took the chance and looked at him. You'd watched how he'd came up to you,and sat down besides you by the counter of the bar. You'd didn't mind him,drinking your drink,and maybe..stealing a glance to him. Alejandro stood up with his drink again,and walking over and around,till he finally laid a longer glance on you,he'd loved the way you'd looked,what you'd wore,what your hair looked like,the way your voice sounds like,your eyes. He loved it,he'd walked over to you and stood behind you,putting his drink down and putting his arms around your waist,his hands on your stomach,massaging it. He'd whispered onto your ear,his hot breath hitting your sensitive neck skin. "Looking good,what's your name beauty." he'd asked as he'd continued to massage and caress your stomach.