"Are you sure we can't just eat at Salsa y Salsa? This seems like a lot of work just to get a meal."

"Nonsense, mi amour," Antonio smiled back at her, "You should know how many people show up to the infamous Perez parties, especially when it comes to the dancing of salsa. The restaurant is far too crowded to get a proper meal without being seen, and I've taken into consideration that risking your father or sisters seeing us is not wise."

"Why would they look there?"

"Please, Margo," Antonio almost laughed, "The last time they saw you, you were making a plan to outwit me. Now, you're gone and Derek and Angel both know I was the last one with you. Where would be the first place you would look?"

"Point taken," Margo pursed her lips in thought, "but is your mansion any better?"

"We will be gone once they even consider looking here, bella." He smirked as he landed his motorcycle in the backyard of his mansion, "The many years I've spent at Salsa y Salsa, including many lessons in the kitchen form our head chef, Rosa, have made me an excellent cook, and it will only take about twenty minutes for me to prove that to you, depending on what you'd like, that is."

"If you say so." The girl accepted his help off the motorcycle and handed him her helmet, "but it's your fault if something bad happens."

"What bad thing could possibly happen when I'm here?" He casually flipped his hair to the side and unlocked his backdoor.

"Sorry, oh-so-perfect one," Margo rolled her eyes, "I'm just saying that Gru and Lucy will eventually find me one way or another. My family is an extremely determined one with many weapons and spy equipment designed by Gru."

"So I've seen." Antonio shivered slightly, remembering how long it had taken him to get out of that dreaded block of ice, and the three days he had spent trying to gain back the feeling in his legs. He wondered what Gru would do to him now if he found out he was taking Margo to his home while no one else occupied the residence. The possibility of severe electrocution and prison crossed his mind.

The thoughts of his torture were interrupted by Margo's gasp as she entered his home. He smiled at her reaction.

"Why so surprised? You've been here before, right?"

"Yeah, but only in that room with the fountain. I never actually explored this place before."

"Ah, the patio is an award winner in people's hearts." Antonio guided her to the kitchen, "but I personally prefer the home theater. Everyone is has different preferences though. My father always loved the kitchen the most."

"Wow, what a life." Margo gazed at the expensive designing of the home as she followed him to their destination.

"It does us well, though our summer home has a better pool than the one we have here, and our snow lodge has an even better view."

"How many houses do you guys need?"

"As many as we want, bella. Salsa y Salsa is a very successful franchise worldwide. We have plenty of money to spoil ourselves with."

The girl rolled her eyes, "And charity never crossed your mind?"

"My father may have spent a few thousand here and there on whales and animal shelters, but most of what he allowed himself to spend was put toward our family in Mexico and Spain, who are running just a few of the other Salsa y Salsas."

"He sounds like he was nice guy aside from trying to rule the world."

"Si," He placed the keys to his bike on the kitchen counter as they entered, "So what would you like me to make you, mi amour?"

"I don't know." Margo sighed, "Something tasty and fast to make. I'm starving."

"I have just the dish for you then, chica." Antonio smirked as he began pulling out ingredients from the fully stocked cupboards and placing them on the marble island in the center of the kitchen, "I think you're going to like it."

Margo watched in awe as he skillfully preheated the stove, placed a batch of some type of rice in a boiling pot of water, and began chopping up meats and vegetables before placing them into the mixture before adding spices to the food and stirring it carefully, only to repeat the process.

He was very focused on his task, something that made him look even more attractive to Margo. His soft brown eyes followed each movement of his hand as he chopped something, his silky black hair swayed back and forth and in a rhythmic flow, she could faintly see the way his arm muscles moved when he brought the knife down, and the way his hands smoothly guided the knife across the entire food article before starting over.

"Checking me out now, are we?" He said with a mischievous smirk, though he did not look at her.

"What?" Margo crossed her arms and looked away, a light pink dusting her cheeks, "No way."

"You're cute when you blush, Margo." The boy smiled as he continued to prepare the dish.

"I am not blushing." She denied as her face the pink hue of her face became darker.

"Whatever you say, bella. I obviously know nothing about the process of blood rushing to your adorable face when you become embarrassed." He chuckled softly as he looked up to see her in her usual defensive pose, face ablaze with color.

"Just cook."

"As you wish."

When Margo had asked for a quick dish, Antonio did not disappoint. The entire meal was done within twenty minutes, and it smelled heavenly. Her stomach began growling in anticipation of finally being able to eat something, especially a home cooked meal.

"Here you are, mi amour. One home cooked Spanish dish just for you." Antonio pushed a plate of the food in front of her, "Made from the finest ingredients money can buy, and from the chef who makes it even better than how it's prepared at Salsa y Salsa."

"Is it really that good?" She asked as she looked at the treat. Sure, it smelled amazing, but she'd never seen or eaten anything like it. The rice was…yellow.

"Try it, and I guarantee you'll love it." Antonio smiled.

Margo didn't have to be told twice as she began eating the food that was foreign to her. She ate it slowly at first, testing out the taste and textures. She was relieved to find that it tasted even better than it smelled, and began filling her empty stomach with the food.

"I knew you would like it." He gave a smirk as he watched her hastily eat the dish he had prepared.

Margo only nodded at him as she ate her food. She hadn't been lying when she said she was starving, and finally eating was such a delight to her body. Antonio didn't seem to mind her lack of response and simply enjoyed the satisfaction of someone, especially Margo, enjoying his food.

Once she finished her plate, she looked up at him, "It was pretty good, but I was starving, so even the most horrible food would have been nice."

"Well then," Antonio flipped his hair to the side, "I suppose I'll have to cook for you more often to prove my skills in the kitchen."

"You don't have to that." Margo felt slightly embarrassed at his words, and tucked her hair behind her ear, "I mean, cooking for me would be a hassle, and-"

"There is no burden in cooking for a beautiful girl, Margo." He gave her a flirtatious wink, "In fact, I consider it my greatest honor."

Margo found herself once again speechless at his actions. She wished she knew how to respond, but her mind seemed to have a habit of shutting down when he flirted with her, leaving her to simply sit there and stare at him like an idiot. She hadn't known how long she would have sat there gaping him if it weren't for the sudden ringing of her phone.

The sound of her ringtone echoed throughout the large house as she scrambled to answer it. Her fear grew as she stared down at the caller ID. It was Gru.

"H-Hello?" She tried to sound casual as she answered.

"Margo!" His voice was loud through the speaker of her phone, "Where are you? I was trying to follow you like the great dad I am, but you disappeared!"

"You were following me?" Margo scoffed at her father, "Gru, you should learn to trust me. I'm not a little girl."

"I know that, kitten. I was just worried what with the boys and the plotting and the other things. You really know how to stress me out."

The girl groaned, "Gru, I know what I'm doing, and I'm safe. You're going to have to learn to give me some space. I'm a big girl now, and don't need you to hold my hand all the time."

"But, Margo, I-"

"Bye, Gru." She huffed into her phone before hanging up on him. Who did he think he was to just follow her around like she couldn't be trusted? She was practically fourteen already. Did she really need a babysitter to watch her all the time?

"Father troubles, I take it?" Antonio's voice broke her from her thoughts.

"He can't bring himself to trust me." Margo sighed, "I don't know why he's being so stubborn about letting me explore the world and form my own experiences. I can take care of myself."

The Latino boy in front of her laughed a bit, "And what would say he to that if he knew you were here with me all alone in my massive mansion?"

A small blush crossed her cheeks as she crossed her arms once again, "Well he doesn't know about that, does he?"

"Let's hope it stays that way for both our sakes." He cringed as the thoughts of what torturous things Gru would do to him if he knew about their small encounter.

Margo nodded as she stood up from her chair, "Thanks for the meal, but I think it's time we should be getting back before something bad happens."

"What's your hurry, Margo?" He smiled at her, "Aren't you having fun with me?"

The girl rolled her eyes and reminded herself that she was supposed to be mad at him, "I'm just saying that it won't be long before Gru had people all over looking for me. Do you want to be frozen again?"

"Where to next then?" Antonio hastily grabbed his keys and headed to the backdoor. Margo almost laughed at his sudden nervousness.

"I would say the mall, but Gru's probably going insane right now, and I'd rather give him some time to cool down. Maybe we should go to a place where we can blend in easily?"

"Tell me, chica," The boys face lit up, "do you like amusement parks?"

"Doesn't everyone?" Margo couldn't stop her smile as she walked out the door with him. She quickly grabbed her helmet and put it on, and didn't have to be asked to hop on the bike and wrap her arms around the boy.

"Then to Super Silly Fun Land it is." He revved the engine and took off quickly into the sky. Margo smiled at the view as she calmly laid her head on his back. Surprisingly, she was actually enjoying spending the day with him, even if he had ripped her heat into shreds a mere week ago.

Her eyes widened slightly as she tried to remind herself not to fall for him again and that he was probably just deceiving her again to get back at her for tricking him, but the genuine looks he gave her of honesty and joy kept interrupting her logical thoughts.

And her racing heart didn't seem to agree with logic either.