Before Joaquin could respond to what Shanaia told him, she had already made her way toward the door and pressed her ear against it.
“Let’s just wait for them to get into their rooms before you leave,” she told him.
“You really don’t want me here,” he said.
“Of course.”
“Do I repulse you?” he asked.
Shaniaa groaned.
“Mr. Mayor –“
“Call me Joaquin,”
He said, cutting off her sentence.
Shanaia rolled her eyes.
“Mr. Mayor, I may be a foreigner in your land but I am not a liberated kind that would take men to her room. I just pulled you here so my residents won’t see you,” she reasoned without looking at him.
“I didn’t think of you that way. That’s why I wanted to court you the Filipino way,”
Joaquin told her and Shanaia looked at him.
“Why would you do that? Why put so much effort
