THE ORIGINAL NOVEL WAS WRITTEN IN SPANISH, I APOLOGIZE FOR THE TRANSLATION. IF YOU WANT TO READ IT IN SPANISH LOOK FOR IT UNDER THE SAME PSEUDONYM AND BY NAME "GIRO DEL DESTINO"

It smelled delicious with an exquisite aroma of mint and bath gel. It was the first time his smell had intoxicated me this way. I closed my eyes and inhaled hard to engrave his scent in my mind. Christian walked over to the closet and grabbed some boxers and then removed the towel from his waist and wiped his hair and wet torso a little before starting to put on his boxers.

—You're right, you need another shower. —I told him laughing as I looked at his stiff limb and locked in his boxers.

—That's your fault. —he said as he was looking for some jeans in the closet.

—I didn't do anything. —I told him innocently.

— No, you just wore those jeans.

—They have nothing to do with anything just are jeans. — I said smiling.

—I'd better finish getting dressed, you're distracting me. —he said smiling at me as he searched the closet again.

—I'm making breakfast then. — I told him as I left the room.

I was taking the juice out of the fridge when I felt a few steps behind me. I closed the refrigerator and turned quickly to see who it was, even though I had already imagined it. Christian was a few feet away from me, dressed in jeans and a sleeveless, tight-fitting T-shirt. His hair was already dry and comfortable with the stripe on one side and a few strands of hair were falling out on his face. The muscles of his body were marked noticeably under the shirt while I was practically speechless and I was hypnotized by looking at him again.

— How often do you exercise. —I asked him as I put the juice on the bar lest it fall out as I gawked at it.

—Four times a week. —he replied as he sat at the bar and I sat in front of him.

—It shows, you look great. — I told him while we were starting breakfast.

Soon we were joined by Kate and Elliot, who sat next to us, very smiling.

—Good morning. —Kate said as she looked at me with a smile.

— How did you sleep last night? —Elliot asked, raising her eyebrows suggestively at Christian.

He didn't say anything, he just looked at him very seriously. Did Elliot know about the sleepwalking and the night terrors? He took a piece of toast in his hand and started buttering it with butter.

—We don't get much sleep. —he replied before he bit the toast.

Elliot hit him in the shoulder laughing next to him. The whole breakfast was making jokes about us and why we didn't get much sleep last night. When in fact I did know why he had answered that. Last night had been a shocking experience indeed, now at least I had a notion of what his night walks were like. I finished breakfast, went to my room and grabbed my purse. Christian came in behind me, put on a white linen shirt, the open jacket, this time without a tie and we left the apartment. Already in the elevator Christian stared at me when I pressed PB on the elevator panel instead of the basement.

— Aren't we going by car? —he asked in amazement and curiosity.

—I like to walk, I always walk, if you want to go by car... —But he didn't let me finish, he interrupted me.

—All right, we'll walk then. —he told me as the elevator doors opened, we both went out and started walking towards central park.

I had never enjoyed walking to work so much in the mornings, today it was different and I thought I had a sense of why it was so. Christian came to my side smiling just like I did. After a weekend together today I saw things differently. The colors were brighter, more vibrant, and I smiled like an idiot as the sun hit my face and the air clouded my hair. On the way to the museum, I thought of something. What kind of relationship was it? What were we? We were almost at the museum and I stopped short. Christian did the same and stared at me with concern.

— Is something wrong? —he said, staring at me.

— What kind of relationship is this? —Christian looked at me for a moment, squinting.

— Do you need to label our relationship? — he asked me seriously.

And I thought about it for a moment, I didn't really care what we were, I just didn't want anyone at work to know. What would they think if they found out we were together? The last thing I needed was for them to start talking about me sleeping with my boss when I hadn't started working a month ago.

—No, I don't really want anyone at work to know that we're together, at least not at the moment. —I asked him as he looked at me squinting.

I imagined he was wondering why I was asking him that, but he didn't say anything. He breathed heavily and then smiled at me.

— If you want to, okay. —he replied as he began to walk again.

—Thank you. —I replied smiling at him as I arrived at his side.

We climbed the stairs at the entrance and headed for the elevator after saying good morning to the receptionist. Christian pressed the call button and as soon as the doors opened we both walked in.

—Then I'm gonna need something. —he said as the doors closed and he turned to me.

—Mmm...—It was the only thing I could answer before I felt his lips on mine kissing me passionately.

He got away from me just before the elevator doors opened and he left for his office leaving me nervous. I left quickly for my job, well, as quickly as I was able to get my breathing back to normal and my legs didn't fail me while I was walking.

—Good morning, Ana. —said a very excited Mia, making me a cup of coffee as usual.

—Good morning. —I told her as I took the coffee off her hands trying not to look nervous.

At that moment, my cell phone rang with an incoming message. I put the coffee aside and looted the cell phone to check whose it was, even though I didn't know why I imagined it.

— "At least tell me you'll have lunch with me." —his message made me smile.

—Something interesting. —Mia asked me next to me. I forgot she was here.

—Not just a message from an old friend. — I replied to her as I responded quickly to the message.

— "Then tell me where I'll see you. xxx." I sent it to him and took the coffee off the table again. But I hadn't even had a sip when I got another message.

—"I hope that you will explain to me later what the xxx means, or rather show me what it means." —his message made me smile even more and Mia looked at me intrigued and curious.

—I see that these messages are important. —she said to me, raising an eyebrow suggestively. —I left you alone for a moment then. —she said to me as she went to Ethan's.

I took advantage of the moment alone to answer Christian.

—"What do you think they mean?" —I asked him as he laughed and looked towards his office where he looked at me smiling too. His response came quickly.

—"I don't think they mean the same thing to me as they do to you."

—"What do they mean to you?" —I asked him curiously, although I already imagined what he was going to say.

—"I think I'd better show you later, I'll let you work. xxx"—yes, that was what I was imagining and it just made me laugh more.

I put my cell phone away and took the coffee in my hands to drink it before it got cold. That's when Mia came back to me.

—I have some very important news for you. —Mia told me. She was overflowing with enthusiasm everywhere.

—Well, tell me. —I asked her to be intrigued.

—We're getting married. —she almost jumped up and down with a huge smile on his face as she showed me the ring on his finger.

—Wau, congratulations, and by the time you are planning the big day. —I asked her taking a sip of my coffee.

—Well, I know it's a little rushed, but it's next Friday. — what! I almost choked on the coffee I was drinking.

— What's the rush? Are you pregnant? — I asked with exaltation.

—No, it's not that, it's something in Ethan's family, a tradition or something, I didn't quite understand. —she said with a smile.

—Well, and where is he, by the way. — I said looking in all directions.

—Giving the boss the invitation. — she said looking over at Christian's office. — By the way, here's yours for four people. I thought you could take your friend, her boyfriend and someone with you. —she said to me gave me the invitation. —Maybe the old friend who texted you a moment ago. —she said with a smile.

—I don't know, Mia, we'll see if I can get him to go with me. —I replied as I looked towards Christian's office where Ethan was coming from.

If she knew that it was probably Christian who was going to go with me, then she would have a heart attack. She was never going to find out because we weren't going to get there together.

—I think I have to go shopping. — I said as I looked at the invitation.

And it was true now that I thought I had to find a dress for the wedding, I don't think I had any. It was either that or ask Kate for one, I see what I was doing. I spent the morning thinking about the wedding that was on Friday, among other things. Around 11:00 a.m. the sound of the cell phone pulled me out of my thoughts. It was a message from Christian.

—"See you at noon where we had lunch yesterday, don't make me wait too long."

Well, now I just had to make up a story for Mia and Ethan so I wouldn't have lunch with them today. I didn't like having to lie to them, but I couldn't tell them I was having lunch with Christian either. An hour later Mia picked me up for lunch, I looked discreetly at Christian's office, and he had already left.

—We're going to lunch. —she said to me while I was looking at her.

—I'm sorry I can't today, I'm having lunch with an old friend who is visiting, some other time. — I told her putting my best pity face.

—The same as in the morning. — she asked me intrigued.

—Yes. —I answered the truth.

—No problem with that, see you later then. — she said smiling as she walked with Ethan to the elevator.

I picked up some things at my place of work and then I went out too. As soon as I arrived at the club/restaurant, I didn't even have to say anything, apparently they recognized me from the other time and let me in. Christian was waiting for me sitting at the same table as yesterday and smiled at me when he saw me coming.

—I see you didn't delay. —he said to me as I sat down.

—No. Have you ordered yet? —I asked him as I took the menu in my hands.

—No, I was waiting for you. —he said to me as I stopped reading for a moment and looked him in the eyes.

He was smiling at me, but he wasn't smiling the same way, it was the smile he saved for special occasions, the one that took my breath away.

—Very thoughtful, thank you. —and I turned my eyes back to the menu.

There were so many things I didn't really know I was going to choose, I had never had to worry about that, most of the time I had lunch with a hamburger or a hot dog, I had never had to read a letter to order and on the occasions when we went out to a restaurant, Kate was the one who ordered.

—You don't know you're going to order today either. — I looked up from the menu and stared at him.

—I don't really know, there are so many things I've never eaten and others that I don't even dare to say the name. — I told him while Christian was smiling.

—I can help you if you want. —he said to me with an eyebrow raised.

—I'm going to thank you...again. —I replied as I lowered the menu to the table.

Christian gestured to the waiter and he got to us quickly.

—Yes. —she answered firmly.

—Same as always, but for two. —he said staring him in the eyes.

—Right away — and left quickly to pick up the menu from the table.

— Same as yesterday? —I asked curiously.

—No. —he said with a smile on his face.

— You won't tell me did you? —I asked hopefully.

But he just shook his head as he smiled at me.

—I prefer to keep you intrigued, I like the look on your face and how you react in these situations. —he replied as he smiled.

—You're enjoying it at my expense, I don't like not knowing what I'm going to eat. — I answered him while I was getting serious.

— Didn't you like yesterday? —he asked me suddenly.

—Well, I really loved it. —and it was true, what he had ordered yesterday was delicious.

—Well, you're going to like this one too, you've actually eaten it before.

Now I was intrigued. What did I order for lunch this time? The answer to my question came ten minutes later. The waiter came over to our table, put one plate in front of me, another in front of Christian, and left quickly. I stared at my plate while I smiled like an idiot. Christian had ordered a double burger with fries and a soda.

—Well, you like your lunch or not. —was he joking?

—I think I'll let you choose what we eat from now on. —I told him as I began to devour my hamburger.

I've never had lunch as much as I had today, I didn't know why it was. But it seemed to me that the mere presence of Christian at my side made lunch more enjoyable and less monotonous.