Thirty nine

April stood in his garden taking deep breaths and clenching a file tightly in her hand. There was a tight feeling in her chest but no matter what, she was going to get what she wanted.

He soon appeared managing to take her breath away the moment his eyes connected with hers. Her heart gave a wild thump in her chest and then fear crept in sending chills down her back. What If he left her? Would she be able to love anyone else again? There was a guarded look in his eyes but there was also that dark look of desire that made her blood tingle in her veins and desire to pool low and deadly. She wanted to do wicked things to him, with him.

"April..." He called and his voice was enough to make the ache and the pleasure grow deeper. Was this what they meant by saying love was both pain and pleasure. She wondered which came first.

She stopped him holding up her hand.

"Before you speak another word I will speak first Enrique Alvaro," she said with finality and he nodded slowly watching her so i