Mr. Martinez, who was still handsome in his early fifties, smiled and extended a hand to me. "Nice meeting you, hija."
He also took the liberty to shake hands with my brother. And Trevor made the same gesture.
After the latter shook hands with Oliver, he turned to me and asked my hand. Still shocked, it took me a bit longer before I accepted it. Soon as I did, electricity gushed through my veins when our skins touched. D*mn it.
“Seems like you two already knew each other?” Mrs. Martinez asked us in her usual gentle and comforting motherly tone.
I glanced at Trevor, who was never leaving eyes on me. “That’s right, because he was actually my boss and I worked for him in Martinez Apparel last month.”
“Oh, really? That’s nice to know! Anyway, you worked there as?”
“His secretary,” I answ
