It was early in the evening when my phone buzzed with a text message from Escobar.
Hey pretty Mami, How about dinner? Just me and you.
What makes you think I'm just sitting around doing nothing? What if already have plans?
Break them, can't be better than what I have to offer. Then he sent me the address to an expensive restaurant.
Sounds nice.
Dress to impress I'll see you in 45 minutes
What if I say no?
Cute, you know you won't leave me hanging?
I went to my closet and found a slinky little black dress that showed off my legs and hugged my curves. Next, I took a shower and washed my hair. I styled my curls with the help of some gel and hairpin. After applying my makeup, I found a pair of stilettos to complete the look and rushed out the door.
When I pulled up to the restaurant I noticed right away it was valet parking only. After handing my keys to the valet I walked into the restaurant and slowly scanned the room for my date.
The hostess walked up to me and gave me a knowing smile." Blanca, right? You must be Rad's date. He said you were beautiful. Follow me this way."
She leads me to an outdoor mezzanine area overlooking an impressive view. Escobar stood and flashed a sexy smile as soon as he spotted me.
"What took you so long," he cooed as he leaned and placed a kiss on my cheek?
"Girls gotta look good, that takes time."
"Yeah, but you make that look easy," he said as he pulled out my chair.
I sat down and Escobar filled my glass. Slowly I sipped my wine.
"This is excellent! Not many people know how to select a good Chardonnay."
He reclined back in his seat looking at me with appraising eyes as a slow smile crept to the corners of his mouth. "You know your wines huh, very impressive," Escobar nodded.
"yelp and I read too, so can I get a menu?"
"No," he chuckled. "I hope you don't mind but I already ordered for us."
"Pretty presumptuous of you,"I teased.
"Trust me Mami, I ordered chef specialty," he replied.
"Did you really? I heard that's limited." How did you manage to make that happen? I questioned.
"Blanca, you are going to find out that a man like me is used to getting what he wants."
"Is that so? Tell me what is that you want tonight," I asked with a sexy smirk?
"Tonight, I want good conversation and a beautiful view while I dine."
"The view out here is lovely," I sighed.
"You should see the view from this side of the table," Escobar said with a wink.
A waitress walked over to our table. She was tall and slender and supermodel pretty.I watched her as she looked at my date like he was on the menu. Blatantly she flirted with Escobar as she placed the food on the table. He completely ignored her.
"Wow, she is gorgeous."
"Yes, but she tries way too hard."
His phone buzzed in his pocket. He retrieved his cell and looked at a text message. I watched him send a few text and then replace the phone back in his pocket. The phone rang and Escobar gave me an apologetic look and then took the call.
"What! Yes, yes I understand. Let me handle that and don't bother me again tonight" he growled into the phone.
"Sorry about that."
"Anything I can do, to help?" I offered.
"Maybe, but let's talk about that after dinner."
"So what's your story," I asked? Do you have a woman?
He laughed "why, are you auditioning?"
"Not even, and don't think I didn't notice you answered my question with a question."
"So what about you, got a boyfriend or husband stashed away somewhere?"
"No," I said cooly.
"Ouch, that was harsh. Do you want to talk about it?
"I haven't had the best luck with relationships," I confessed.
Escobar reached over the table and took my hand in his, "That's because you hadn't met the right man," he flirted.
I fanned myself and took another sip of my wine" Did it just get hot in here or is to me," I asked?
Escobar smiled and gave me a wink "Cute, that why I like you. Playing to a man ego is an asset."
"Are you always this big a flirt" I questioned?
"You tell me?"
"Do you always do this question with a question thing," I asked?
"Sometimes," he said playfully.
"So why did you call me? I am sure you could have called any woman you wanted tonight?
"I did," he said in a serious sobering tone.
"Why?"
"So what was your major in college," Escobar asked?
"What makes you think I went to college," I smirked?
"I know you went to college. A four-year university right."
"Wow, you are good.
"At many things Mi Amore. I bet you date bad boys, huh. You don't seem like the type of woman who goes for the square corporate guy," he said to me in a knowing tone.
"So, what kind of woman do go for," I asked?
"Traditional, educated, sophisticated, beautiful. Someone who does not mind throwing caution to the wind and putting the pedal to the metal. You know anyone like that?"
Before I could answer desert was set on the table. I let out a small squeal and he smiled at me.
"So now that dinner is over, I have a question. What are doing for the next few days?
"Nothing tomorrow, but I have to go to work rest of week like everyone else."
"Can't you call out? I would be willing to make it worth your while. See, Pro Bowl is going on and I some Ballers have rented a beach front estate. I'm providing the entertainment and one of the girls just got sick. Everyone else is already out there, she is on her way back here. You could fly out with me. What do say help me out here," Escobar pouted playfully.
"Sure ,why not but I have to go home and pack a bag."
"No time, the Jet leaves in less than an hour. Let me take care of you. I'll have what you need when we land waiting," he assured me.
"What about my car? I need to take it home."
"You can leave it here. I'll take care of it. "
Ten minutes later we were talking to Valet. The Mercedes - Benz pulled up and Escobar opened to passengers door for me. As I sat down I took in the new car smell.
"Wow, an S550 nice. Must have set you back a pretty penny. But hey, 4 zone climate control and that little fridge in the passenger's section was well worth it," I joked.
"So, you know cars too. Did I mention I like you," he teased?
I was shocked when we drove past the main terminal and onto a private hanger. Escobar parked and opened the trunk before walking over to my side. After taking his bag from the trunk he directed me over to a private jet.
"Are you serious," I asked?
"I did say, first class," he told me as we board.
Once we were in the air I tried to text Blaze but I realized I had forgotten to charge my phone.
"What's wrong," he asked as I frowned.
"I need to charge my phone, and I left the charger in my car."
"We can get you another one later."
"I need to let my boss know I'll be out for a couple of days," I explained.
"Yeah, about that. It's going to be more like a week," he confessed.