Chapter 7

-So ... -She drummed her nails painted white on the table while waiting n to the waitress then take their order to stay away from-. Did you put my name in the google search engine or did you see me on the news?

Maurer looked at her for a second before leaning her elbows on the table, bringing their faces closer together.

- I was told by a boy who looked like being a journalist . And, although I am new. I doubt there are two Zhay Hakan Daigo in Munich that I spoke to at the entrance of that vet and was photographed -he shrugged and feigned indifference-. By the way, thanks for all the attention the press is giving me .

Hakan hunched his shoulders and let out a shaky breath.

- My life at the moment is a disaster, journalists monitor and photograph my every step. It seems I have a crazy enemy which seemed a good idea to attack my secretary to get my attention, I have a fictional lover and my ex - husband yesterday called me drunk because he was arr and pentido -muttered the latter through gritted teeth.

Surprise flashed in Maurer blue eyes as soon as he was off the tongue a little… again. Just like the first time they met. What was it about Maurer Beerli that made her so sincere and so confident in telling him her secrets and concerns? He was a stranger, for heaven's sake, and in his world he knew that you could not be either of the two with almost anyone, since they could use it against him. Yet… Maurer Beerli inspired him with confidence. He, as he said not long ago, was definitely something else .

-So… How is your secretary doing ?

Being asked how Chris was doing -sounding genuinely concerned -before anything else only made him more perfect, thus revealing that he was not a superficial guy. Asking exactly what was most important in his attack of sincerity.

Sighing, her body loosened a bit and one of her many strong barriers fell in half, leaving her a little less protected from this man who was a complete stranger… for the moment.

No doubt he wanted to know what was hidden behind his dimpled smile and his heart attack body.

I wanted to meet him, period.

-¿Hakan?

That he named her so confidently only made her feel more comfortable, so instead of feigning calm, she bit her lip nervously and held the end of her tail of hair. Unless he was partying -which was hardly ever the case -Hakan always kept his hair tied up.

-It's ... as good as it can be with such a scare. That, thank God, he was only left in a fright and a few small scrapes on his knees. Nothing beyond that with which she could not avoid having nightmares and I did not go crazy with guilt.

Maurer frowned , looking even more concerned.

- But ... did that happen while I was there with you? How did I not realize?

- No, you were already gone. A hour s after the you exit the group Dalila and I went out we look Príapo, my friend -a lawyer, a figure of the that surely had to find out because, in the opinion, the press loves the fact that Príapo is my lover. But anyway, we make it out of a dark and dirty alley with Chris in his arms totally unconscious.

Hakan flinched, he hated to remember that moment. Then Maurer reached over the dough and made a gesture that she did not understand instantly.

- ¿ Uh?

One of Maurer dimples stood out as he smiled at her.

- Give me your hand, Hakan.

Feeling stupid and suspicious all of a sudden, she lowered her hands from the table and squeezed them into her lap.

- ¿ Why?

- Do I need a why to hold your hand? - He asked, raising an eyebrow.

She felt her cheeks heat up but still didn't give it to her, even though she had melted inside at the thought of shaking hands.

My God, she felt like a silly schoolgirl.

- Well ... most things need a why to understand them.

- And sometimes, even with that why answered, things still don't make sense.

-I still like them to answer my why, -she replied to which he shrugged, still with his arm extended on the table and his open hand waiting for hers.

- Hakan, you should know that there are a thousand things that have no explanation. And you just happen -the stared at, causing his heart quicken-. Many of the things that happen to us have no explanation , however, sometimes those are usually the best.

- Sometimes. Many others are just a disaster that drives us crazy because we do not know why what happens to us happens. That unbalances us and makes us fragile. It makes us wonder: Why me? Without having any kind of response.

His blue eyes sparkled at the recognition of her words and she could almost tell that too raw and tenacious pain clouded his pupils, making her wonder what kind of suffering damaged him enough to ask heaven: why me?

But that pain-laden damage quickly faded from her eyes, making her look like a mirage, something that was only a reflection of herself .

- I totally agree with that. So, so as not to cause you anguish or regret, I will tell you that I want to hold your hand because I want to and because I would like to be able to comfort you in some way. It shows you a lot that your secretary getting hurt hurts you and makes you feel too much guilt.

He wagged his fingers.

<< Are you going to give it to me or do I have to beg?

Nerves revolted at his words, Hakan left his pose on the defensive and gave him his hand, allowing him to link his fingers and then give him a friendly squeeze.

He smiled broadly at her.

- ¿You see? It was not that difficult.

- Well, you answered me why. And… I was quite pleased with the answer.

- If you hadn't liked it at all, wouldn't you have given it to me?

With a relaxed little smile, Hakan shrugged casually.

- You'll never know. Once you have chosen one path, there is no way of knowing how you would open finished if you had chosen the other.

- A very correct answer - answered the waitress instead of Maurer, taking them by surprise.

But when Hakan tried to untangle his fingers, Maurer raised an eyebrow at him and gave him another squeeze. Then he looked at the waitress with a smile.

- The woman knows how to be profound and accurate with words.

- The same could say I -replied her with hot cheeks again.

The waitress, a beautiful woman of quite height, pronounced curves, green eyes, a charming smile and very striking straight hair up to the waist of color ... purple, a color that she would never use because it was so scandalous but that the waitress liked it He winked at them.

- It is good to interact with people similar to one, don't you think? They say that opposite poles attract each other, but like poles tend to be much more complicated than different ones, since sometimes you can't stand yourself and sharing those same irritating attitudes of yours with someone else makes us feel tense, however, that makes them a little more fun. Difficult things are much more attractive.

Looking down, Hakan read the waitress's name printed on the tag affixed to her yellow blouse.

- You're right… Lexa.

She winked at him again, setting her lattes and cream on the table.

- Always I have it - put it under his arm right tray when they shouted his name-. Well, duty calls. Enjoy your order.

-Thank you.

Hakan followed her as she walked away, noting that she attracted the attention of the entire male gender in the cafe , except Maurer. Fact that made her smile internally and give him a squeeze that he reciprocated oblivious to her thoughts, grinning as he brought the cup of coffee to his lips with his free hand.

- What an interesting color. Purple, wow.

- Same here. How that made me want to paint it to me too.

Hakan put her coffee cup halfway to her lips, looking at him in surprise.

- Would you paint your hair purple?

He twisted his lips thoughtfully-. Why not? Don't you think it would look good on me?

<< Everything would look good to you >> she wanted to tell him, but she was not so shameless and flirtatious, so she opted for:

- That my opinion or that of any other prevent you from going for what you want.

- Amen to that, woman.

E n that moment his phone vibrated inside the front pocket of his jeans. No if you want to think in holding her hand to Maurer, she puts the coffee cup back on the table and used his free hand to take it. He answered on the second ring.

- ¿ Hello?

- Hakan, where the hell are you?

Príapo voice was tight and restrained. Something bad had happened.

- ¿ What? What's happening?

His concerned tone alerted Maurer that the call was important as well as worrying, so he squeezed her hand in support and that… that made her feel very good. Since the death of her parents and her separation from Freder, there was hardly ever someone there with her to hold her hand in support.

And that was so wrong, because he was still a stranger. Fact that he could not forget.

- They left a note under my door a few hours ago and something tells me that the motherfuckers who tried to hurt Christine are responsible.

- Jesus ... - panted Hakan, dropping sharply Maurer hand and standing-. I'm going there, I'm not far from the office, so I'll quickly grab my car and go to your apartment.

- I'm at your house - his voice was still tense.

- Did you use the emergency key?

- Not yet.

- Well do it, don't stay out. My God, get in there, Príapo.

Without waiting for her answer, he cut off and looked at Maurer with wild eyes.

- I must go...

He was already on his feet too and was pulling out his wallet.

- Let me take you, Hakan. You are very upset.

She blinked in surprise.

-But… your truck. -He choked a little and Maurer shook his head.

- I'll take you in my truck. Your car will be more protected than mine, you leave it at your company.

- Yes ... true. Yes.

Seeing him put a couple of bills on the table, when he approached he let him hold his hand and take them out of there.

The press would go crazy once it saw them come out like this. But he didn't care and let everyone know when he didn't let go of Maurer Beerli hand even once as they walked back to his company.