Page 15 of Love Bites
Katheryn groaned into her pillow, making an attempt to push aside her bitterness. She wouldn’t become bitter. Sherefusedto allow Hunter and her family to control her. She’d had a smudge of bad luck but no more. She would be who she’d been before her rich life.
With a determined sigh, she snuggled against her pillow.Allright then, she closed her eyes.Tomorrow, if I see Ignacio again, I’ll make it up to him.
Katheryn didn’t see Ignacio the next day. Or the next or the next. She’d called the number he’d given her from the hotel room phone, but he hadn’t answered at all. She’d looked around town in quiet desperation, but she hadn’t found him. After each failed attempt during the day, she’d retreated into her hotel for the night.
She found herself feeling lonely without his presence. It was strange. She had gone to Spain to get away from a man, and now, she found herself desperate to find one. It was embarrassing and damn near frustrating. She should have been out having fun, drinking, visiting museums and meeting new people. Not whining and waiting for Ignacio to show up.
She glanced at her cell phone, ignoring the many missed calls, to check the time. It was late, which meant the bars would be bouncing. She had never been to a night club and hadn’t frequented many bars either. She had never really had the chance. But now, there were no rules. Now, she was free, single and on vacation. She could be as wild or crazy as she pleased.
She’d go to a bar, she’d drink, meet people and have a one-night stand if she wished.
She hopped into the shower to get ready. A little later, she observed herself in the mirror. She wore an emerald green halter top that showed off her pale, freckled stomach. A black mini-skirt hung low on her hips, hugging the curve of her body, showing off her shape. Her breasts, although moderate in size, seemed to squeeze together and push up in the top, giving a nice view of cleavage to any onlooker. Her wavy curls were tied in a ponytail, leaving her shoulders bare. Long black boots caressed her calves and completed the outfit.
Makeup smudged her eyelids, pink blush on her cheeks brought color to her pale face and dark mascara brought out the bright blue irises of her eyes. The outfit and makeup were supposed to make her feel sexy. Considering she’d never worn anything like it before, it only made her feel awkward and all too much like a Spice Girl.
She did a twirl in front of the mirror.
The clothes hugged her everywhere, causing her to do a double take just to make sure she didn’t have any excess flab hanging out in places where it didn’t belong. She’d never considered herself fat, not even close. Her figure, if she had to describe it, was that of a pear. Small breasts, waist and wider hips and derriere; her thighs and legs were neither large nor scrawny. She’d always thought of herself as average. Nothing compared to the tall, slender blonde with the mile-long legs that had wrapped around Hunter who knew how many times...
Katheryn cursed then twirled again. It wouldn’t do good to feel self-conscious, so she grabbed her purse, slung it over her shoulder and left, closing the door behind her.
* * *
The bar was packed,but not so packed to where people were cramped up against her, breathing down her neck. The music was loud but not deafening; the people practically ignored her, but they weren’t rude. A few curious glances were thrown her way but not so much as a hello. The lights were dimmed to a dull glow, casting yellow rays against the blue and black walls of the place. The barstools were made of black leather, small circular cushions on metal tubes.
Katheryn sat at one now, twirling on the seat as she looked over the menu. It was all in Spanish, and she had a hard time translating. Finally, she waved the bartender over and just pointed at a picture of what looked like a martini with olives.
She swiveled in her chair after he left, bobbing her head in beat to the music when her harsh ringtone interrupted her happy thoughts. She groaned and dug her phone out of her purse. HUNTER, the caller ID read. She scoffed and shoved the phone back in her purse.
“Ex-boyfriend?” The sweet, accented voice that sounded next to her ear had her turning abruptly.
The woman was young and beautiful. With skin that was slightly golden from the sun and hair that was so straight and shiny it made Katheryn wonder if it was a wig. She was the color of brown sugar all over; even her eyes, which were perfectly shaped, as rounded as a baby’s, but the corners curved into sensual tips. Dark eyelashes arched upward, drawing a viewer even more to her face. It was in the shape of a heart, she had perfect cheekbones and full lips with a touch of cotton candy pink to them.
The beauty was wearing a leopard-print top that arched in a heart, matching the swells of her enormous breasts. Black lace was stitched above said breasts, swirling up her bodice in patterns and ending as a choker around her long, delicate neck.
Katheryn felt pale in comparison.
“Something like that,” Katheryn muttered, fighting the urge to smooth down her mass of tangles that had slipped out of her ponytail and curled around her cheeks.
The woman nodded, smiling. “You aren’t from here, are you?”
“What gave me away?”
She threw her head back and laughed, the sound pleasant, nothing compared to Katheryn’s husky one. Katheryn shook off the thought off as soon as it came.
“My name is Rosa de Leon.” She held out a hand in greeting, which Katheryn took. It was as smooth as silk. “It means ‘the Lion’s Rose.’”
“Katheryn Meyers.” She didn’t know what it meant, but she didn’t say that, out of fear of feeling stupid.
“So, where are you from, Katheryn?” Rosa turned in her stool so she faced Katheryn completely, giving a better view of her entire outfit. The top wasn’t a top at all, but a dress that clung to her thighs, riding up as she crossed one perfect, muscular leg over the other. She wore strappy, black heels.
“Washington.”
“And what brings you to Spain?” Rosa took a swig of her beer. She even did that sexily.
Not wanting to give too much information about her misfortunes, Katheryn decided instead to be aloof. She shrugged. “Just taking a small vacation.”
But one look from Rosa told her the other woman wasn’t buying it.
