Chapter 52 I won’t dance in that

• - I only want you kneeling if it's between my legs, Hector.
• Fuck, did I just say that? Who are you, Barbara Novaes? What is this feeling that seems to blind you? What is this thing, that makes the butterflies in your stomach constant, you run out of air, your heart races and when you don't see this man, he still won't leave your mind?
• Apparently he didn't expect the answer I gave either, because he was a little without action.