The Spanish Love Deception

Chapter 88

That made my finger halt in the air.

“Ha.” I narrowed my eyes. “Cute of you to try to buy me with cheap tricks.” I leveled him with what I hoped was a

serious look. “Don’t think you are going to get out of it, sweet-talking me into leaving you alone. The international

relationships of the United States of America are not important right now.”

With a reluctant nod, Aaron folded it meticulously and set it on top of his tray. “All right,” he said, blue eyes focusing

completely on me. “No distractions. I’m all yours.”

All yours.

My breath got stuck somewhere between my lungs and mouth. “Groom and bride?” I managed to get out.

“Gonzalo and Isabel.” He rolled his eyes, as if I could do better at testing him.

Challenging me.

“Trio of cousins, who you will not listen to a word that leaves their lips?” I paused and then tilted my head. “Especially

if it starts with, Hey, do you want to hear something funny?”

“That would be Lucas, Matías, and Adrián.”

He hadn’t hesitated. Well, good. Those savages were dangerous; you never knew what would come out of their

mouths. Or them in general.

“Parents of the bride and your supposedly future parents-in-law if you were serious about me, which you totally are?”

“Cristina and Javier,” he answered immediately. “I should be polite but address them by their first name, or they will be

offended and think I’m a pretentious ass.” Aaron paused after repeating my earlier words exactly. He adjusted his big

body in the more than spacious seat, making it look smaller and cramped. “Javier is a university History professor and

speaks English fluently. Cristina is a nurse, and her English is … just not as good. However, she is the one I should be NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

more wary of. Even when it looks like she doesn’t understand me, chances are, she is still weighing my every word.”

I nodded, secretly impressed. He was acing all my questions—for the second time. Not that I was surprised. He had

proven in the past that his determination knew no limits when it came to success, no matter the task. Aaron didn’t half-

ass things; he delivered the best results. Always.

Good. He was going to need all his determination with the Martín family and the rest of the wedding party.

But that didn’t mean I was completely satisfied. Not yet.

“Parents of the groom?”

“Juani and Manuel,” Aaron shot back quickly.

Nodding my head, I watched his mouth open, knowing what was going to leave out of it before it did. Those were the

parents of the groom’s brother too. Who was my ex.

“Okay, next question,” I rushed out. “Cousin who you must avoid at all costs unless I am with you to control the

situation?” Turning in my seat, I sat on top of one of my legs and faced him completely.

In an attempt to see how he worked under pressure, I schooled my face with my most assertive expression.

Aaron’s jaw twitched, and he looked distracted.

Dammit. Was he hesitating? He couldn’t.

An objection was about to leave my lips when he recovered, beating me to speak. “Charo.” The name of my cousin

sounded different from Aaron’s lips, the word adorned with his strong American accent.

And I would have instantly criticized his pronunciation, if not for what he did next and the shock that it induced in my

body.

His arm rose in the air, his big hand reaching for my face very slowly. My eyes bounced from that hand to his face,

finding his gaze fixated somewhere to the right of my lips. And then, before I could stop what was about to happen,

his thumb made contact with my skin. Very softly.

He was brushing my cheek. Very close to my mouth.

All and every complaint died and went up to heaven the moment his finger swiped over my skin.

He started talking again, looking engrossed by the motion of his thumb. “Charo,” he repeated distractedly.

While I … I simply remained frozen in place. Feeling how that simple contact against my skin seemed to awaken little

fires all across my body.

“You said I must run away from a red-haired woman with inquisitive green eyes and little to no shame. And that would

be Charo.”

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