**LATIN BEST SELLER BOOK**
--- IN ENGLISH NOW ---
Sarah changed. Now she wants to be a better person. She just wants to leave the past behind and her new priorities are doesn't get in problems, work hard and try to be nice. But when she tries to ge...
Sunday is the day to turn my apartment into a habitable place.
While I'm doing the housework, Sam makes some calls and walks up and down, in a bad mood but bottled up. We woke up late in the morning. Maybe because we went to bed with the sun rising on the horizon.
Sam asked tons of questions about what happened last night at the club and made it clear that he doesn't like my disappearance. I said that I didn't know the guy who saved me, and the memory of him pulling me against his body makes my body shiver.
Normally, I don't feel attracted by another man at first; my interest comes over time. I'm not a hypocrite to deny that he calls my attention, but for me, it's just that. That man from yesterday made me feel something I didn't feel for a long time: ecstasy. And I thank Sam for taking me out of that place before I find out that the brunet was a father of three children and that he was owed in child support. I didn't have the time to think about the situation, I couldn't concentrate, but what was pretty clean was that he was a hell of a man's man. Though, that doesn't matter anymore, because like everything in my life, that is in the past.
When I woke up today, Sam's shoulders were tense and was giving one-word answers.
"Is everything ok?"
"Yes."
"Any problems with the new apartment?"
"Yes."
"Do you want to have lunch?"
"Yes."
"Do you want a shot in the ass?" I asked in a low voice.
He tried to hold his smile.
"No."
It's almost three in the afternoon. I finish the housecleaning, and after a shower, I open the laptop to check my e-mails. "Nine new messages," it shows the inbox.
Six spams, one e-mail from Daniel's the subject was "statistics", one from Abil Farhad, a new client, and another one from Profº Alden. That's great! I was curious about that job. Professor Alden is a man much esteemed in his area, and he has contacts in all fields. I feel flattered that he trusts me a client who is his friend. Why me? I gave up everything and let things happen on their own.
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I can't understand Profº Alden's intentions, because there are no names neither details in this e-mail. The curiosity makes the scar on my hip pinch. He is hiding something. My schedule will be busy tomorrow, by the models' recruitment for the advertising campaign of a health club. Maybe I should start sooner, just in case.
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