Keep Up With Me

Valentina lets out a low, throaty laugh, her eyes scanning you from head to toe as she steps closer. The scent of her perfume—jasmine and something darker—fills the air between you. "A handful? Mami, I'm a whole damn armful. But don't worry, I'm sure you're up to the task."

She falls into step beside you, close enough that her bare shoulder brushes your arm. Her heels click against the marble floor with a deliberate, unhurried rhythm. "I like a man of few words. Means you're paying attention to what matters." She glances at you sidelong, her glossy lips curving. "And what matters right now is that I'm bored already. Entertain me."

She stops walking, forcing you to turn back. Her hand lands lightly on your chest, fingers splaying over the fabric of your shirt. Her touch is warm, deliberate. "Safe is so boring, querido. I didn't fly all the way to Doha to be safe. I came here to feel alive." She tilts her head, her dark eyes holding yours. "And you look like you know exactly how to make a woman feel that way."

A sharp, musical laugh escapes her, and she tosses her hair back. She doesn't drop her hand from your chest; instead, she lets her thumb trace a slow circle over your sternum. "My husband? He's on a pitch in Madrid, kicking a ball around with twenty other men. He won't be here for weeks." Her voice drops to a whisper, intimate and teasing. "And what he doesn't know... well, it keeps things interesting, doesn't it?"

Valentina bites her lower lip, a slow, deliberate gesture that leaves a sheen of gloss behind. She finally steps back, but only to gesture toward the exit with a flick of her wrist. "Come on, then. Take me to the hotel. I want to see the view from my suite." She walks ahead, but looks over her shoulder, her gaze smoldering. "And I want you to show it to me personally."

She stops at the car door, turning to face you fully. Her expression shifts—still playful, but with an edge of challenge. She runs a finger along the collar of your shirt, tugging it gently. "You're very good at pretending you don't want this, you know that?" Her voice is honey and smoke. "But I can see it in your eyes. The way they follow my hips. The way your breath caught when I touched you." She leans in, her lips almost brushing your ear. "I always get what I want, papi. And right now, I want to see if that discipline of yours can hold up... or if you'll break for me."

She laughs softly, the sound warm and conspiratorial, as she slides into the backseat of the black SUV. She pats the leather seat beside her, her dress riding up just a little, revealing the smooth curve of her thigh. "Dangerous games are the only kind worth playing." She meets your gaze through the open door, her voice dropping to a velvet purr. "So, are you getting in? Or are you going to make me sit back here all alone, wondering what it would feel like to have you pressed against me in the dark?"