Quote of the day: Give in your best to everything you do, why?  Well because what ever is worth doing is worth doing well.

  The meeting had gone really bad, the investor señor Alejandro couldn't make it and ended up sending his assistant señor Luciano who had been more interested in flirting with her than discussing business. The day went bad really fast, leaving Greg in a sour mood. He had felt disrespected by señor Alejandro absence considering the fact that he came all the way from New york. Ashley hadn't expected the meeting to end this fast, and it obviously hadn't began well.

   "Hola buenas noches," Greg said in Spanish as they got to their reserved table. Ashley knew he could speak Spanish since she had heard him converse in the language on several phone calls with Señor Alejandro, but she still can't get over the thrill it gives her anytime he says it. He shook the hand of the man who stood up as they arrived. He looked like he was in his thirties, he was a tad bit handsome, yeah he was, his Grey eyes were perfection.

   "Buenas noches Señor Marshall, mucho gusto, yo soy Luciano," the man said to Greg then turned his attention towards her.

   "Luciano, when will señor Alejandro be here?" Greg asked annoyance seeping into his cool voice. He didn't even bother to seat, he was here for business, and this man wasn't who he wanted to see.

  "He can't make it, I'm his assistant so I will be sitting in his place... And you my pretty señorita who might you be?" Luciano asked with a smile, She smiled at him in return.

  "She is my secretary and clearly none of your business, now why would Gael call for a meeting and not show up?" Greg said fully annoyed now.

  "I'm sure the señorita has a voice of her own," Luciano said ignoring Greg still, he took her hand and looked into her eyes which felt kinda creepy,  "what is your name, mi amor?"

  "Ashley Wells, señor" Ashley answered  politely. She could feel Greg's heated gaze on her, it felt really awkward, it was obvious he hated been ignored and she wanted to laugh, now that he has met someone like him.

  "Tu eres muy bonita mi amor," Luciano said still holding her hand.  she didn't know the meaning of what he said but it sounded like a compliment. He glanced at her from head to toe, and for some reason she no longer felt comfortable in her own skin.  She had worn a simple blue gown, that hugged all her curves, she loved her look when she had left the hotel, but now she felt really uncomfortable as she could see that this man was undressing her with his eyes.

   "Gracias," she said the only Spanish she knew and removed her hand from his, which she was very grateful that he released. She looked at Greg who was fuming by her side.

  "Señor Marshall let us have a seat," Luciano said finally looking at the angry Greg. They all sat down, and things were way too uncomfortable with Greg glaring at Luciano and Luciano staring blatantly at her. "We can place our order now, I didn't know what you would like, so I didn't do so before your arrival."

  "We are not here to eat, let's get to business, is there any particular reason Gael sent you for this meeting?" Greg said trying to stay cool, she could see he was doing everything not to bash this guys head in.

  "Ohh Señor Marshall, why do you think a meeting will be held in a restaurant, it is obviously to discuss while eating," Luciano said in a tone that suggested he was talking to a five year old. "What will you like mi amor?" he asked giving her a wide grin.

  "I will pass," Ashley said, which was the opposite of what she actually wanted to say. She was hungry, but she didn't want to anger Greg anymore than he is.

   "Ohh really, they have pretty delicious meals here, if you don't mind maybe whenever you feel hungry next time you can give me a call. I will take you to a nice restaurant, that is if you are still in Madrid." Luciano said handing her his business card, she took it out of pure Courtesy, so she wouldn't seem rude.

  "I can see you aren't ready for me, you guys obviously didn't bring me here just so you flirt with my secretary right," Greg said with anger.

  "Calm down Señor Marshall we still have a lot of time here, and the señorita is not complaining, or is she?" Luciano said. At this point Greg stood up with pure anger and stormed out of the restaurant, she followed him as he left. "Do give me a call señorita," Luciano called behind them.

  Ashley was as furious as Greg was, this meeting was supposed to seal the deal they had agreed on and Señor Gael Alejandro had decided not to show up, sending his stupid assistant.

  Greg's anger was the only thing she could feel through out the ride back to the hotel. He was seething with fury, and she was scared he was going to unleash the fury on her anytime from now.

As they got back to their suite, Greg dropped his briefcase on the couch in the sitting room and brought out his phone.

  "What in the fuck name are you up to!" he screamed into the phone. "Why the fuck did you set up the fucking meeting if you weren't going to show up? And why send that douche bag whose only intention was to flirt with my fucking secretary?"

  Ashley flinched at the amount of times he used the 'f' word in his sentence, she could see the veins on his neck shooting out, she was scared of his anger. She had never seen him this angry, most times it was always pretense anger.

  "You make one more silly mistake and that is the end, I will be calling off this deal and that is final," he said finally hanging up the call. He pulled at his tie angrily, he was clearly outraged. His green eyes were stormy with rage, but he still managed to rock that look.

"Is there any particular reason he didn't show up?" she asked trying to see if she can lighten up his mood.

   "Some silly stupid reason which is clearly none of your business," he said giving her an angry glare. "And you can give Lucius a call if you really want to know." He walked out.

  "His name is Luciano not Lucius," she corrected him. Well he should at least get his fact right, this stopped him in his tracks.

  "Oh really, now I see where your efficiency lies, you obviously don't forget names fast. But lemme tell you Miss wells, you do not work at a brothel and I will not tolerate any of my employee flirting with my client."

  "Flirting? Does it look like I was flirting to you."

  "Well it didn't look otherwise to me, you weren't wading off all the attention he gave you."

"Why are you directing your anger at me, I'm not the one who didn't show up."

  "Well you are the one who showed up looking all sexy and seducing the one who was supposed to be working, your tactics will not be appreciated Miss wells," Greg said biting into the Miss wells with hatred.

   "I wasn't seducing anyone, its your client you should blame for sending someone who couldn't keep his eyes to himself," she said fully angry now.

  "And can you blame him for not keeping his eyes to himself, anyone wouldn't have been able to do so with you looking all sexy inviting all eyes to see," he said bitterly. Ashley didn't miss the way his eyes ran over her body, his green eyes were stormy, making his gaze heated. His eyes lingered on her body for long before he averted them. It was official this guy would be the death of her.

  "And is it my fault that I'm all so sexy?" she asked, angry.

  "I don't know about that, but its your fault for dressing so sexily," he said and walked off.

  "And were you expecting me to go for a meeting clouded in a shroud?" she yelled at his retreating figure.

  "That would have been so much appreciated Miss wells," he said.

  "And does that make any  sense to you Mr Marshall," she said again.

"Oh yes, it does Miss wells."

  "Why don't you go around in a fucking shroud also." This time he didn't answer her. She was angry, tears were  threatening to spill out of her eyes. She ran all the way to her room, and laid down on the comforting bed.

  Greg was an asshole that was confirmed, she hated him.

  He made her feel as though she been sexy was disgusting, he didn't seem to mind it before, and now all he does is antagonize her. She cried into the mattress, she was hurt and definitely angry but all she could do was cry because she couldn't break Greg Marshall's head.

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Hola- hello.
Buenas noches - good evening.
Mucho gusto - nice to meet you.
Tu eres muy bonita mi amor - you are very pretty my love.
Gracias - thank you.

Chapter fourteen.
Mary Aden.