SANDRA

Alexander felt a jolt when he saw her, seated on the dining chair. She had worn a casual blue gown that reached her knees and managed to pack her hair. He was a Mafia boss that had been exposed to numerous women in the past. Ever since that morning, no woman seemed to interest him. The thought of the ladies he had told Gato to arrange for him came to his mind again but he realized he wasn't excited about it. What did this mean? He also saw that he was beginning to long for her presence at dinner and breakfast and every other place he could like the CCTV cameras. He could almost not believe he had gone to her room to check on her or why she hadn't come to breakfast. Alexander realized he was doing too much, thinking too much and he might as well just agree with himself that he liked her.

"Thank you very much, Alex, I saw the bags and shoes you asked to put in my room," she said rising from her seat when Alexander reached the table.

"But, I must say, the bags are too much, likewise the