Gypsy Lover

Alodia had not noticed that she already stopped walking, gawping at him. Her face was flushed. She could feel the heat that spread all throughout it, including her forehead. Wow, she'd never seen such a man with cherry lips! And they looked so kissable! She suddenly wondered how many women tasted those striking lips.

Wait. What am I thinking? Why do I seem to be attracted to this stranger? She did not want to be attracted to someone. After everything her sister had done? Not to mention what she did to take her sweet revenge on Adam's sons. She swallowed the non-existent lump in her throat and cleared it. "I'm sorry. I don't think I should go for a coffee or something with... a stranger,” she answered carefully. And she had no idea why when she acted like a bitch earlier. "If you think that I know your name and I'll let you know my name, then we're not strangers anymore, are we?" he logically pointed out and shrugged his shoulders after a soft chuckle. And even that sounded sexy in her ears. "No. But I don't think I owe you..." she started.

"You did owe me for picking up your passport back there," he remonstrated quickly. It looked like he did not want to accept "No" for an answer.

She shook her pretty head and started walking. "My employer should be waiting for me by now." She got an excuse.

"Your employer?" He was still on her heels.

"You should have already known my nationality from my passport, right?" she bluntly expressed. "You should've guessed!"

"Well, yes. But not all Filipinos are very poor and become overseas workers," he remarked logically. "How could I be presumptive? You're too beautiful to be thought as poor, anyway," he added jestingly. "I shouldn't be judgy, right? You could be a tourist here for all I know."

She snorted. This man has brains! I give him that. She had no desire in admitting it, but she admired him for that aside from his being a good-looking person. It was seldom she met such a guy. Wait, scratch that. It was the first time she met a guy like that-ogle worthy. But did he just say I'm too beautiful? Some unknown insects with wings flittered in her chest area. She was curious why she felt some kind of exhilaration just because of his simple words. "By not a tourist you mean something else, don't you?" she prompted.

The Romani-looking man with sexy cherry lips smiled. "I'm just... captivated by you since the moment I saw you."

It was not news to her. There had been many men who told her so, whether outside or inside of her country. She had several Romanian guys seeking for her attention. Nevertheless, no one had attracted her yet, especially after the death of her sister. She could not believe in love anymore... or even believe in men for that matter.

In her eyes, all men are the same. And why not? Their mother also abandoned by their father. So was her aunt, Karen's mother. So why would she not have such a conclusion? Men don't "love" one woman forever. They just wanted one and the same thing from women.

Women are merely their sex object. Just like Emerson treated Alyanna and that led to her early demise.

Alodia winced when she remembered her twin sister. How many masses must she request and offer just to have her sister's soul saved from hell? If there was really hell, that is. And for how many years would she do it? Until her last breath? She took a deep breath, letting her inhale the gorgeous man's sensual scent. It was a bit spicy with aromatic freshness of sweet woody notes. And something unique that was purely him. She found herself loving it instantly. "I saw you since we were in Istanbul airport."

She heard him append. She could not believe it. She was open mouthed as she stared at him. But then she bit her lower lip and hid a smile. It was because she felt flattered. She blinked her beautiful eyes faster than necessary. Why didn't I notice him before? But then, on second thought, I am not looking for a man. And yet, it would not hurt her if she'd play a game with him, would it? Even for only a short time. Was she not entitled to even enjoy the man that was her type? It might not come her way again. As they said, "Strike while the iron is hot." Should she strike now? Not that she wanted to admit she felt "hot" right now because of this man though. But that was it. She felt hot and could even feel something pooling in between her legs. It was the first time she felt so strong like this for a man. She was a bit breathless, which she tried not to show.

Some seconds later, she decided to take a black pen from her broken purse and took his hand. She took note of his tapered fingers that looked attractive. Her mind even went to somewhere she did not want to. How would it feel like if she was touched and caressed by those long manly fingers? What delight could he bring to her body by that hand alone?

"This is my address and my employers' phone number if you're interested to contact me. I do have a cell phone, but I still have to take care of it in the next few days." She swallowed as she wrote the information there while the man was looking at her and was amused at what she was doing. She was truly too aware how manly his hand was and how warm and strong it was in her touch. "But now, I really have to go." She looked up at his face. She never felt so torn in her life like right now. She would not want to leave and yet she had to. So, she did.

"I'm Harman Mihalache!" He shouted behind her, not caring about the people around them.

She just smiled at herself and quickly took her luggage when she spotted it. She knew that her employer was already waiting for her outside the airport. She waved and smiled at him mysteriously.