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A/N: I am so sorry for any spelling mistakes in my last chapter I had totally forgotten to fix the spelling I was so excited to put on my next chapter TT any way thank you for the reviews. Aren't you glad I showed a more gentleman side of Pablo anywho…on with Chapter 4:.
.: Normal POV:.
Keira was sitting in the living room, wearing a plain pale yellow sundress and simple shoes that would be easy to dance in. She was reading a book she found on the bookshelf under the window, which held about three books. She had not read Spanish in a while, let alone read it so she was having a hard time. The cut on her head had scabbed over but still hurt a fair amount. Thinking about it, she thought about what had happened in the alley. She had not expected for Pablo to be such a gentleman and say such nice things to her. 'I guess first impressions aren't always right.' She thought to herself with a small smile. 'Maybe he'll even dance with me tonight…'
Keira heard someone walk through the door and put the book back, smiling at Elisa when she walked in. Elisa smiled and opened her mouth to say something but then she saw the cut on Keira's head. "¡Cielos buenos¿Qué sucedió a usted?" 'Good heavens! What happened to you?' Elisa rushed up to Keira and inspected her head. Keira laughed nervously. "Algunos hombres en las calles me atacaron. Pero Pablo me ayudó. Haga las preocupaciones, yo soy fino ahora." 'Some men in the streets attacked me. But Pablo helped me. Do worries, I am fine now.' She replied. Elisa shook her head and muttered something Keira didn't catch.
Elisa sighed quietly. "Well go get ready for a night on the town, Keira." She said in broken English. Keira looked down. "I am ready." Elisa looked at Keira's plain outfit and burst out laughing. "Venga. Usted se será reído de para llevar tales ropas Americanas. Usted es cercano a mi tamaño. Tengo algo que quizás trabaje." 'Come. You will be laughed at for wearing such American clothes. You are close to my size. I have something that might work.'
.:Pablo's POV:.
The beat pounded into my ears as I walked through the dance floor, dancing with occasional women who paid attention to me. Sweat soaked my hair even though I had only been in the club for about ten minutes. Elisa had said that she would bring Keira over and show her real Cuba. 'Well this is as real as Cuba gets' I thought to myself, looking around at the Cuban bodies moving to the beat effortlessly, unaware of how sweltering hot it was in the room. I recalled back to earlier in the alley. It had amazed me to see Keira so weak and vulnerable after seeing her retort to my rude comments about her before.
I looked to the door when I felt a cool (well cooler than inside) breeze waft across my face for about half a second. Elisa walked in with, to my surprise, Keira in the most gorgeous dress I had ever seen. She was wearing one of Elisa's dresses, I noted. It was black, with thin straps and hugged her beautiful figure and went down to just above her knees. She had her hair up in a loose bun, hangs hanging down to frame her face.
I was suddenly aware of how hot it was in the room and felt myself sweating more. Elisa spotted me gawking at Keira and waved, making me snap out of my trance and walk over. Keira's cheeks were slightly pink. From the heat or from wearing such a stunning dress, I didn't know, neither cared.
Keira smiled shyly when I reached her and sort of looked around. "This is incredible!" She said with a bright smile and I found myself smiling also. "Well the sight is just one tiny portion of it! Come get a taste of real Cuba!" I said over the music and held out my hand to her. She took it with a smile and I led her out to the dance floor.
.:Keira's POV:.
I felt like a complete fool in such a revealing dress to my standards but when I saw that some women around me wore more revealing things than me, I felt even more out of place. I had seen Pablo staring at my dress and thought that maybe I had worn the wrong thing but by his boyish smile after he held his hand out to me, I figured it was good enough for him. 'Wait a minute!' I caught myself, shaking my head. 'Why do I care whether Pablo likes my dress or not?'
I soon forgot all of my thoughts when a new song kicked up and Pablo faced me. "Have you ever danced before?" He asked, moving with me to the beat. I blushed when he pulled me closer to him. "I did ballet for about two years. I've always wanted to know how to dance like a true Cuban but after my father died, my mother wanted to forget about everything in Havana." I replied.
Pablo shrugged and we danced for the whole song and three after. We didn't speak any more and just danced impossibly close to each other. I could feel every part of his body, his chest muscles, his flat stomach, and his strong back. We were both sweating freely but didn't care. We had to keep dancing.
He touched my butt, pulling me closer and I snapped out of my trance and pulled back, shoving him. "What do you think you're doing?" I demanded, feeling violated. Pablo looked confused and slightly hurt but I turned around and quickly made my way towards the door. I had thought he was an honourable man with a temper…. guess I was wrong…
A/N: Well that's chapter 4. Poor Pablo TT oh well R&R and tell me what you think
