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“I’m sorry, Mr. Godoy. It’s just that you’re a big deal, and I’m excited we’ll be able to spend more time with you before you have to head back to London.”
Interesting.
Do they think I’m not coming back to oversee the vineyard? I guess I have lots of questions to ask tonight.
“I appreciate that, Juan Carlos. I’m looking forward to it as well.”
He walks back a couple steps, flashing a smile before disappearing down the hall.
I’m in the bar’s parking lot at ten on the dot. There are a few cars, but it doesn’t look too crowded.Miguel’s,reads the neon sign, blinking like a beacon to the only bar in town. I used to sneak in when I was in high school. Even though everyone knew my age, I was still able to grab a beer or two. No one in this town dares to say no to a Godoy—or to ridiculously good tips.
Once inside the bar, it’s not hard to spot the Hacienda Carmen crew—they have taken up several tables at the back. Next to them is a pool table where a couple of familiar faces are playing.
“Mr. Godoy, over here.” Juan Carlos is the first to spot me, waving me over.
I smile as I make my way to the crew.
“Hello, everyone. Thank you so much for inviting me.”
I hear hellos and welcomes being murmured as I take the only empty seat between Juan Carlos and Sara.
Or is it Alicia?
I’ll have to ask. Whichever she is, she looks stunning. The top of her burgundy red dress does a great job showcasing her assets. Her hair is up in a ponytail and her makeup is impeccable.
“I’m sorry, who are you?” I ask with a chuckle as a blush creeps up the twin’s neck.
“Oh, that’s funny. I don’t think anyone has ever asked which one I am,” she says, taking a sip of what looks like water. “I’m Alicia, Mr. Godoy.”
I smile at her as Juan Carlos pours me a glass of beer from the pitcher on the table. I give him an appreciative smile as I turn back to her.
“I don’t understand why no one ever confuses you with your sister. Aren’t you identical twins?”
She smiles, her shoulders come down from her ears—she’s feeling more relaxed around me.That's a good sign.
“I’m the shy twin. The wallflower,” she says in a small voice, not making eye contact. If we weren’t this close I would have missed it.
I know if I want to flirt with her, I need to make the first move. But I’m her boss, and it’d look bad.
“Oh, you made it. So glad you’re here,” a feminine voice says behind me.
When I turn around, I see Sara. And now what Alicia said makes perfect sense. Sara is wearing a red corset, skinny dark wash jeans, and her makeup is deep and vibrant. She looks like a model—a wet dream model.
Juan Carlos clears his throat, pulling me out of my stupor. Fuck, I can’t ogle my employee’s wife if I want to make things work around here.
“Hi, yes. I made it,” I say, taking a big gulp of my beer.
Why am I being so awkward?I look like an amateur. I’m used to dining and hanging out with royalty, other billionaires, and politicians. Why am I acting like an idiot in my hometown?
Get a grip, Godoy.
Juan Carlos places his arm around Sara’s shoulders, but she seems uncomfortable.Aren’t they married?Maybe they’re having issues.
This is another instance where I’m sure Father would know what to say or do.
But thanks to my lack of relationship skills, I have no clue how to handle this.
“So, this is what you all do on the weekends?” I ask no one in particular, as I try to break the ice.