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Date Posted: Saturday, September 20, 08:00:25pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Commix 536+" on Saturday, September 13, 05:15:29pm
Conchita looked around the condo and stopped just inside the door. Hec stopped and reached his hand out. “What?”
“It’s so pretty,” Conchita stated and Hec arched an eyebrow. “Pretty?”
“Big,” Conchita explained as she pressed her hands against her lap. All of their other encounters had ended up somewhere else. When Hec had suggested that they have dinner at his place this evening, she thought that it was going to be perfect. She never expected to be in a place like this one. She could already see the kitchen from here and it was a perfect expression of granite and stainless steel. She knew that it was going to be high end.
Even as she started her new job, she couldn’t have such amenities in her place. She had a small place that she thought she would never be able to invite a friend over to, let alone a boyfriend.
Now, Conchita felt like she was out of place, much as she had when she was living in Derrick’s house as his assistant. She lived in the pool house, which was small and she always sort of felt out of place when she was in the main house.
“Too impersonal for me… nothing of this is mine,” Hec shook his head from side to side as he looked at Conchita as she still had not taken his hand. “Conchita, Está usted allí?”
Snapped with the tenderness in his voice Conchita shook her head. “What?”
“What’s wrong?” Hec cut the distance between himself and Conchita. He immediately thought that this was the wrong move to make. They had been more than happy hitting up various salsa clubs throughout Las Vegas and staying in various hotels much like their first night together. Maybe that was the type of couple that they were meant to be and he had usurped the relationship by inviting Conchita here.
“This place… it just shows me… how different we are,” Conchita spoke and Hec laughed heartily as he shook his head back and forth. “This is just a place that I stay at… this isn’t my place… I would never decorate this way… I just sleep here… and sometimes cook.”
Conchita nervously smiled as she dropped her hand and then finally stepped forward. Hec reached out and wrapped his arms around her. “I’m going to cook for us… but believe me… the appliances are nice and all… but the black and white décor isn’t my taste at all… I’d rather be more rustic… more deep hues…”
“More Cuban?” Conchita inquired and Hec stopped and nodded his head. “That would be the best way to describe it… probably even down to the tacky hot red peppers hanging from the pot rack.”
Conchita now happily laughed as she thought about that being right on the nice stainless steel pot rack above the stove right now. She walked with Hec as he sat her down on the stool as he moved to the refrigerator. “I was going to cook us some Pollo Con Quimbobó y Platanos.”
“Oh, I haven’t had okra and plantains in a long time,” Conchita declared as she felt her mouth watering right away.
“Definitely not common around here,” Hec winked as he pulled out the ingredients and started to work. He stopped and saw Conchita leaning forward and watching him. It was good to see that she was more relaxed now. “So… how has the Chocolate Factory been?”
“Challenging,” Conchita admitted with a broad smile. She loved the work and she enjoyed that Marco was giving her more responsibility as she has proven herself to him. To know that he trusted her was important. “I never thought that I would be able to do a job like this…not after being a personal assistant for such a long time.”
“I still can’t believe that you stayed with Derrick Grant that long,” Hec declared and Conchita shrugged her shoulders. “I guess I was caught… I wasn’t thinking straight… and I wasn’t being myself.”
“What do you think of the rumor of him being in detox?” Hec asked and Conchita looked around as she thought about it. “It doesn’t surprise me… and it does surprise me… I think it surprises me more that he went to Europe…”
“Not a lot of people know that.”
“More people know than we think know,” Conchita gently commented as she suddenly didn’t want to talk about Derrick. “So… how has SCII been?”
“I don’t know how Michael tried to do this himself? I know that he had Kate and all… but the man does so much and I know that he has given me some of the things that are more of his pet projects… and more and more of the company keeps coming to Las Vegas,” Hec explained as he dropped the chicken into a large cast iron skillet and turned towards chopping onions. “And to know that he does all that work with First Team Operations… wow…”
“And he has another child on the way,” Conchita stated and Hec rolled his eyes. “I can’t believe he settled down.”
“I do,” Conchita sighed. Hec narrowed his eyes. Conchita barely even knew Michael and he was sure that she didn’t know him before he was with Nikita. Conchita blushed. “You don’t need to know a man… to see that he is in love with Nikita.”
“Well, I can see that Nikita is madly in love with him… if not… that maverick business woman would have Michael scrambling all over Las Vegas a bit more… You are talking about two titans that don’t realize that they are… working together… it would have been interesting if they hadn’t hooked up,” Hec commented as Conchita reached over and took the plantains over to her side and reached for a knife. Conchita was shaking her head back and forth. “Why don’t you think that?”
“I don’t believe that Michael would have stayed in Las Vegas long…” Conchita added and Hec stopped. Michael was a man that didn’t stay in one place long and that had changed since he came to Las Vegas. When Hec had learned that Michael had come out to Las Vegas, he was imagining Michael becoming a player and a playboy that was highlighted on celebrity television shows. Hell, Hec thought that Michael was going to produce something much like the newest version of Girls Gone Wild when he heard that Michael had had bought First Team Operations. Vegas wasn’t meant to settle people.
Conchita drew silent and she finished her task as the chicken finished up and Hec transferred it over to a stewing pot. He dropped the onions into the skillet and then started to work on the okra. “Who taught you to cook?”
Hec smiled broadly. “My grandmother.”
“And not your mother?”
“She wasn’t around,” Hec commented as he continued his work, suddenly uncomfortable with where this conversation was right now. “What would you like for dessert?”
Conchita paused and chewed on her lip slightly. “Usted.”
Hec trembled with excitement with Conchita’s passionate voice speaking in Spanish that she wanted him. He almost wanted to toss the Pollo Con Quimbobó y Platanos to the side and take Conchita right there on that stool that she was sitting in. He reigned in his desires and smiled. “We have to eat first to get our resources ready.”
“Is dessert going to take that long?”
“All night,” Hec smoldered as he paused as he thought about his decision. He continued to cook and soon placed the stewing pan to the side. “That has at least twenty minutes…”
“Hombre caliente…. Not enough time for what I want…” Conchita spoke and Hec smiled. “Exactly what was thinking, mujer caliente.”
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