Tell Me a Lie by Julio Viera (Revised by María Ruiz)
A Glimpse of Her.
"You do know I have no idea what we are going to do at the airport, right?" I told María, who was paying no attention to me. I sighed.
"Seriously María, just tell me what the fuck are we doing once we get to the airport!" That obviously got her attention because she finally looked at me.
"Zayn, baby, I think I'll tell you when we get there, that way you won't be able to escape." She said winking.
"Of course you will." It was nonsense, all of it. But I knew and I think she did to that I wouldn't just leave her now, besides I was dying to know what the fuck we were up to.
"Let's talk. What do you do for a living?"
"What do you mean?" She sounded confused.
"Where do you work?"
"Work? I do no such thing." She said as if I was insulting her.
"So are you studying?" What the hell did this girl do?
"How sweet of you. No honey, I live courtesy of daddy's money." She said.
"So you're a daddy's little girl. Somehow it doesn't fit you."
"Well it pays the bills, so I can't complain. Where do you work?"
"I have a part time job as… security on a grocery shop."
"How boring is that? You seriously live out of that?"
"Well it is but, as you said it helps pay the bills, so I have to do it."
After that it we both stayed silent, we were getting near the airport.
"So do you always go to that pub?" She asked.
"Almost every night."
"That explains why you couldn't stop looking at me." She said and winked again. "You don't get to see this type of exotic beauty every day around here, do you?"
"Well to be honest, no. Where is this exotic beauty from?"
"Puerto Rico, it's a small island in the Caribbean."
"That's where Bacardi comes from right?" I asked, she burst into laughter.
"Oh my God, you know nothing of the most amazing island in the world but you know about the rum, that it's just priceless." She continued to laugh. "But yes, Bacardi does come from Puerto Rico."
"Now I feel dumb." I did but I was happy that I made her laugh.
"Don't worry you're not." She said while touching my hair.
"So do you live alone?" She asked casually.
"No I live with my mum and my sisters."
"Daddy's not home then?"
"Not all of our daddy's are as good as yours." Even I could hear the bitter undertone.
"I'm sorry." I reached for her hand.
"There is nothing to be sorry about. He just left one day." I squeezed her hand.
We didn't talk anymore after that until we got to the airport.
"Mission accomplished. Now tell me, why are we here?" As I asked her I opened the door of my car.
"Don't get down yet and close the door." I did and as soon as the car door was closed, she took her shirt away and I could see her breast right in my face. I was shocked. She looked in her purse and took out another shirt, put it on right away and then she looked at me.
"What? Haven't seen boobs before Zayn?" She asked playfully
"Of course I have, tons in fact." Total lie.
She laughed and bent over me and then she whisper in my ear.
"Have you ever… felt one?" She took my hand, put it on her breast and gave it a gentle squeeze. Then she gave me a playful kiss and left me breathless.
"Maybe." Those were the only words I could verbalize at the moment.
"Let's go big boy. We have work to do." She said and started walking to the doors of the airport, leaving me to catch up.