Vargas Vila Frases Novels & Stories

Now I understood why. “Señor Valtierra,” I said, keeping my voice steady as I stood before him with my small suitcase. “I’m Citlali Vargas. The agency sent my references and—” “I’ve read them,” he cut me off, his voice low and smooth. He didn’t offer a handshake. Those dark eyes swept over me once, lingering a second longer on the modest curve of my breasts beneath my white blouse and the way my simple navy skirt hugged my hips. “You’re younger than I expected. Twenty-five?”