Mi Carino by Sienna Mynx Read Free Book Online Page A

Delgado the Latin influence could be felt in everything from the Spanish inspired architecture to the music and shops. Along the boardwalk the South American themed restaurants were a favorite of many of the residents. She’d never visited El Jay’s before Richard summoned her here.
     
    A young man greeted her this time. He politely escorted her to a booth near the window. Marcella hadn’t seen or spoken to Richard since the day he picked up the check for his client from her office. He looked ashamed over his behavior with the kiss and she was relieved when he didn’t mention it. Even now she wasn’t sure what brought her back to this place. Maybe she was so drawn to the culture, because part of her felt so removed from it without her father to help make the connection. Despite his absence, her mother’s unwavering love for him kept parts of him ever present. Marcella had always been fascinated to understand more.
     
    “ We meet again.”
     
    A voice thick with an accent spoke above her. Deep and sensual it sent ripples and awareness of his presence through her, settling in the pit of her stomach. Her gaze lifted from the wine list the server had provided and snagged on the handsome face of a man who looked familiar. It was him. For weeks she couldn’t get the brief encounter with the tall stranger out of her mind. Even though he wore shades and had left before he gave her his name, she knew him.
     
    For an instant her breath hitched in her throat.
     
    “ May I?” he asked, as the young server quickly helped him from his coat. He removed his sunglasses and slid into the booth seat with her. Didn’t he just ask for permission? Wow, look at his eyes. The man had a dreamy pair that no sane woman could turn away from. A tawny shade of brown peeked at her from under the shadow of dark lashes. His eyes spoke to her, reading her, pulling back the veil of shyness and demanding she respond to him with all the confidence she could muster. The shameless awakening of her desire for him spread through her chest like a flash fire. She burned within to say or do something to make him speak to her to again. This can’t be a coincidence; I’m not that lucky.
     
    Then he also shed his suit coat, and she noticed the tiny gold watch chain clipped to his vest. It was odd that a man like him, young and virile, would have something so distinctly conservative and old fashioned. Her inspector’s eyes, trained to see the details in any situation, took note that his rugged handsomeness didn’t seem to mesh with his professional attire. However, she would never complain, the man could hang a suit. His white shirt, unbuttoned at the neck, revealed a few wisps of chest hair.  He appeared relaxed and completely at home. Marcella inhaled a careful breath and again tried to speak. The server came over with fresh glasses and uncorked a wine she didn’t order. He handed Diego the cork, which he sniffed then nodded. The sample poured in her large goblet was generous. She lifted the glass of cassis-tinted wine, and took a fortifying sip. He did the same.
     
    “ Uh, yes, you can join me.” Marcella finally summoned a response to his original question, and set the wine list down.
     
    “ Gracias , Señora . ¿Cómo te llamas?” he asked.
     
    “ Garcia, Marcella Garcia.” She extended her hand. He captured it in his and kissed her knuckles never breaking the exchange between them.
     
    Marcella’s brows lowered and she pressed her lips together shyly. So he’s Latin? The brush of his lips over her hand sent ripples of excitement through her. She loved Latin men. Richard had been Jewish, and quite handsome with his dark olive skin and blue eyes. This man however, he had swagger. He reminded her of the men she grew up with back in Brooklyn. She studied his bronze skin and muscular build. What was he, Puerto Rican, Dominican?
     
    Those chocolate drop eyes were hot on her, and that devastatingly handsome face relaxed into a challenging