Eve had been looking forward to a quiet Saturday where she could finish her book or maybe head to the market to pick up some new much needed wine glasses. Anything to stop thinking about work and to make life in Colombia feel a little more normal. But all of Eve's happy domestic plans came crashing down around her when she decided to actually answer her phone for a change.

Such a rookie move, Eve cursed herself as she listened to her work friend, Colleen, ramble on. Normally, Eve knew better and let her answering machine do all of the heavy lifting. There were too many fake two faced well wishers blowing up her phone. They were only trying to get into her parent's good books and ingratiate themselves with her family. It was easier to just screen her calls and erase their messages then have to hear them all out and try to make small talk.

Colleen meant well, she really did. But Eve wanted to sink into the floor when she informed her that she had taken the liberty of setting her up on a blind date. That night.

Eve opened her mouth to protest but Colleen beat her to the punch and insisted that there was no way that she was going to let her back out of it and that her attendance was mandatory.

"I didn't even tell you the best part!" Colleen jumped in when she could still sense Eve's hesitation. "You have reservations at the best restaurant in the city. If my boyfriend didn't have to work at the last minute, that would've been my table. Trust me, you're gunna love it!"

Eve had sensed that something like this was going to happen. Ever since she had taken an interest in the Cali investigation, Colleen had suspected that there was something going on between her and Javíer and hadn't been shy about teasing her about it. It didn't help that, even though she was a child of two politicians, Eve couldn't convincingly lie to save her life.

It didn't matter how many times Eve had laughed off Colleen's suspicions, Colleen saw right through her. Eve didn't really blame her though. If Javí wasn't her boss, Eve would have taken full advantage of the late hour and would have made a move on him weeks ago. At this point, Eve wasn't sure if she was impressed or pissed off with her self control. She just wished that she was better at lying because she hated the idea of her and Javí being dragged into office gossip.

"You really didn't have to go to so much trouble..." Eve twisted the phone cord around her fingers and hoped that she could talk her way out of this without hurting Colleen's feelings.

"Look Eve, you're in a new country. This is the time to live a little and enjoy yourself." Colleen explained as Eve rolled her eyes. "His name is Daniel Van Ness and he's cute, trust me. If there's nothing going on between you and Javí, then this shouldn't be a problem."

"I don't really do blind dates..." Eve huffed. "What if he's a serial killer?"

"He's a highly vetted DEA agent, so I doubt it." Colleen snickered. "His desk is right beside Feistl's. You brought him back coffee when you and Chris went out for lunch the other day with his wife."

"I did?" Hardly the love connection that Colleen thought it was. Coffee runs were a common occurrence in the office since the coffee machine in the break room was terrible.

"He's tall, dark and handsome..." Colleen listed his qualities in the hopes of jogging her memory. But, as she feared, Eve only had eyes for Javí and had no idea who she was talking about. "Look, all you need to know is that he's a younger, taller Agent Peña, okay. Just your type."

"Stop it with that, okay." Eve sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose and tried not to snap at her new friend. "Javíer is just my boss." Eve whispered in case he could hear her through their adjoining wall.

"Javíer, is it? Not everyone is on a first name basis with their superiors." Colleen added and Eve could sense the big smile on her friends face through the phone.

Eve usually loved it when Colleen playfully stirred up trouble; except now, Eve was on the receiving end and didn't appreciate it one bit. Little did Eve know, Colleen was just trying to look out for her. She had worked at the embassy for years and knew all about Javí's past and didn't want Eve to get hurt. Javíer Peña had never been proper boyfriend material.

"Look, everything is already planned. Dinner and dancing. Reservations were really hard to get. Be there at 8 and dress for salsa dancing. He's taking you to the best club in the city after."

"Colleeeen." Eve whined like a little kid.

"Daniel is going to be there regardless." Colleen sang out. "So don't be rude and stand the poor guy up."

"Will this make you shut up about Javí?"

"Maybe." Colleen mocked on the other end of the line.

"Fine." Eve spat out as she continued to pout.

Eve was so confused. She'd been so lonely lately, why was she so hesitant to hit the town and have some fun? But something just didn't feel right about this. Maybe she really did have it bad for her boss.

"Van Ness is a nice guy. You never know, you might even thank me one day." Colleen giggled.

"I'll invite you to our wedding...." Eve groaned, making her friend laugh even harder as she hung up the phone.

Eve's tiny apartment started to feel even smaller as the walls started to seemingly close in on her. Sure, Colleen talked a good game. Eve really did need to get out of her apartment and explore the city more. But salsa dancing? How in the hell was Eve going to learn how to salsa dance in 6 hours? This was sure to end in disaster!

Before Eve had really thought through all of her options, she was frantically knocking on Javí's door, hoping that he was home.

Javíer was home that afternoon. But having only lived in the city in the past, he wasn't used to the security that came with embassy housing. So when he heard someone loudly pounding on his door, fear and panic quickly spread through Javí's chest.

In seconds, he had turned his shower off, wrapped a towel around his waist and found his gun. Even though he was on high alert, Javíer instinctively remembered his police training and approached his door as if he expected a shootout to start at any minute.

"What the hell..." Javí muttered to himself as he strategically took cover against his wall and checked his peephole. Javí wasn't sure what he was expecting, but his secretary freaking out on the other side of his door wasn't it. "Are you okay?" Javí called out as he tucked his gun away in a drawer by his front door.

"No!" Eve blurted out. "Well, I guess I'm physically fine. But there is no universe in which I'm okay!"

Javí deftly unlocked his deadbolt and opened his door for her. Finally relaxing his shoulders as Eve sailed passed him and let herself into his apartment for the first time. Unknowingly giving him a nice view of her ass in her yoga leggings.

There was something about Eve dressed simply in a big oversized white v-neck band tee with her long hair loose and wild that grabbed Javí's attention. For as much time as they've spent together, he'd rarely seen her out of her work clothes. Her black bra strap was showing as her shirt fell off her shoulder, but she was too busy pacing in his living room to notice; but Javí sure did. He just hoped that his stupid towel didn't sell him out and draw attention to how his body was responding to her off the clock look.

"Stupid. This is so dumb. I can't believe I agreed to this." Eve complained to herself as she paced the floor and raked her fingers through her hair. "I should have stuck to my guns and said no. But she was just so freaking nice. Like real nice, you know. And people are never nice to me. Well, they're fake nice. Fuck, I really hate fake nice." Eve rambled, more to herself than to Javí.

"Okay, I'll bite. What should you have said no to?" Javí asked, clearly amused with her flustered oversharing.

"I have a stupid date tonight." Eve whined and actually stomped her foot on the ground like a little kid having a temper tantrum.

"That's your emergency?" Javí nearly burst out laughing.

"I need help. I'm going to look so ridiculous. This is going to be a disaster. I have no time to prepare." Eve was on the verge of tears until her eyes finally landed on Javí, who was standing there listening to her intently with water dripping down his chest. He was a vision wearing nothing but a flimsy towel around his waist. "Wait, you're naked. Oh my god. I'll go. I'm so sorry. What the fuck is wrong with me."

"Stop. Sit." Javí ordered as he pointed to his couch and quickly headed to his bedroom to throw on a pair of jeans and a clean shirt.

Eve has a date, Javí scowled to himself once he knew that she couldn't see him. "So what's the problem?" He called out from his bedroom.

"Colleen." Eve groaned from his couch, as if just using the receptionist's name would be enough of an explanation. "She set me up on a blind date like we're in high school or something."

"What's wrong with that?" Javí asked as he walked back out into his living room, having only buttoned the last three buttons of his shirt; giving her a great view of his chest and neck.

Javíer could feel her checking him out and, even though they had agreed to keep things platonic between them, he enjoyed the attention.

"Nothing in theory, I guess...unless you count guilt tripping and twisting someone's arm." Eve sighed as he finished dressing in front of her. A big part of her really wished that he was back in his towel again and regretted not taking a better mental picture of him when she had the chance. "She planned the whole thing and went all out. Even gave us the fancy dinner reservations that she had for her and her boyfriend."

"That was nice of her."

"Who's side are you on!" Eve playfully pouted until Javí sighed and smiled down at her.

"No one is forcing you to have a meal with the guy." Javí reminded her, childishly hoping that she'd cancel. Even though he didn't have a shot with her, he hated the idea of her hitting it off with someone else.

"The meal isn't the problem." Eve muttered as she pushed herself off the couch and started pacing again. As it turned out, when she was upset, Eve just couldn't sit still and Javí was starting to find all of her little personality quirks fascinating. "It's the dancing afterwards that's freaking me out. How I'm I going to learn how to salsa dance in less than 6 hours?"

"Salsa?" Javí chuckled. "And you think that I can help you with that? Is there something about me that screams salsa dancer to you?"

"Well, when you put it like that, I guess I'm screwed, aren't I." Eve grumbled as she crossed her arms and chewed on her bottom lip. "I'm sorry for bothering you like this. I just have no one else to turn to. I have maybe 3 friends here, tops. Two of which are taking their kid to a birthday party today, and the other one got me into this whole mess in the first place. I suck. Maybe I can fake food poisoning or something at dinner and call it a night."

"That's one option." Javí jested as he tried not to smile too big. Just when he thought that he might have gotten Eve Capshaw out of his system, she shows up at his apartment; out of her mind and utterly adorable. The truth was, he had never stopped wanting her. If anything, getting to know her these past weeks just fed is desire. "My mother was a dancer." He found himself confessing to her as she started pacing around his living room again. "I might be able to help you with the basic steps. But I can't promise anything."

"Really!" Eve exclaimed like a little kid with no ego. "That's all I really need, I'm sure I can fake the rest."

Javíer's eyes quickly darted around his living room before he turned his radio on and found the proper music. He really couldn't believe that he was about to do this, but as it turned out, saying no to Eve was harder than he ever imagined it would be. Especially when she smiled at him like that.

"This never happened." Javí sternly ordered as he looked her in the eyes and offered her his hand. Once she took it, Javí took advantage of the situation and swiftly pulled her against his chest and looked down at her through his eyelashes.

Eve nodded her head and found herself completely under his spell. The warmth of his hand seemed to spread throughout her entire body and she almost shivered when he placed his strong hand on her hip and squeezed. She wondered to herself if Javí had any idea of the effect that he had on her, or if this was the way all women responded to him and he was oblivious. Either way, the air all around them began to change as she boldly held his dark gaze and refused to look away.

What in the hell did she get herself into? Five minutes ago she was making a shopping list. Now, if the boss that she's been trying to resist having sex with were to lead her into his bedroom, Eve would give in without a second thought.

Javíer had never been much of a dancer so he swallowed hard and tried to remember the steps that his mother had taught him decades ago before she died. But as nervous as Javí was about messing up and stepping on her toes, he couldn't help but notice the playful twinkle in Eve's eyes. Those big blue eyes of hers were sure to be his undoing. The way she looked at him made him feel ten feet tall and had him forgetting about everything that wasn't her and how beautiful she was.

Eve really had a way about her that made small moments fun and memorable. More times than not, her presence alone kept Javí from obsessing over matters that were out of his control. In the short time that they've known each other, Javíer was beginning to see her as a natural antidote to the poison he felt swimming inside him. All of the guilt he carried around with him from all his bad choices, somehow felt like a lighter load to carry when he made her smile.

What he wouldn't give to be the kind of man that deserved to have a woman like her. The two of them couldn't have been more different, but something just worked between them.

He was being seduced by her and the wonderful way she made him feel. It was rare for him to have to hold back and not act on his urges. If only Murphy could see him now; dancing in his living room with a Senator's daughter. One phone call to her father could surely have him fired or at the very least sent back to the states. But Eve Capshaw was simply temptation personified. He just couldn't help himself.

"From what I remember, nothing is really choreographed." Javí started to explain in a low voice as he gazed into her eyes. "Just follow my lead, okay."

"Umm." Was all she could say. Not knowing that the sound of her hum went straight to his cock. 

Dancing was a terrible idea since being this close to each other was proving to be the sweetest torture. Especially when they both knew full well that their job titles were the only things keeping them from ripping each other's clothes off. All of their reasons for not indulging in their feelings seemed so insignificant as they practically shared the same breath.

Eve really wanted to focus on his salsa lesson, but the warmth of his body and the smell of his body wash was starting to make her wet. She had to know that this would happen. But, for the life of her, she just couldn't pull away.

She knew she was going to mess up if he kept looking at her like that. He had no idea how rare it was for her to know without a shadow of a doubt that someone was looking at the real her. Not 'Evelyn Capshaw, Senator Marcus Capshaw's only daughter.' It was so refreshing to actually be seen for the person she was and not what her family connections could be used for.

Once Javí started moving, Eve tried to keep up. The two of them appeared to be learning together as they danced to the latin music and laughed at their mistakes. But for as much as he hated dancing, Javí really couldn't picture himself anywhere else. Unfortunately, no matter how many times Javí encouraged her to relax her hips and flow with him, she just couldn't do it.

"Move your hips. You're stiff as a board." Javí teased as he huffed at her lack of sensuality. "Maybe dancing isn't your thing. It looks like you're marching."

"I can dance." Eve grumbled at him under her breath.

"Oh, really?" Javí challenged as he raised an eyebrow. He loved messing with her and pressing her buttons, it was so easy and the adorable faces she made always made him smile.

"Look, I can foxtrot and out waltz your ass all day long." Eve playfully gloated. "I also remember having a mean tango back in the day. I can even do..." Eve pushed herself out of his grasp and gracefully raised her arms above her head and stunned him by doing a perfect pirouette right in front of him even though she was dressed in leggings and sneakers.

"Whoa" Javí was completely dumbstruck. "I stand corrected. You're a ballerina."Javíer had never met a ballerina (or been to the ballet for that matter) but he was still very impressed.

"Ex-ballerina. I quit when I was 17."

"You can really stand on your toes? Doesn't that hurt?"

"Like a mother fucker." Eve laughed at his stunned reaction while the two of them continued to practice the basic salsa steps; which were essentially stepping forward and backward in time with each other. "It's no small feat...get it?" Eve winked as Javí groaned at her terrible pun. "Ballerinas are tough chicks. You wouldn't believe how competitive it was. I still have old injuries that mess with me. My feet are basically destroyed so I ended up hating high heels more than the average secretary."

"So don't." Javí countered as he swung her around and twirled her. Impressed that she was picking up his improvisational dance moves and followed his lead like a pro. Maybe she was a real dancer after all. "Wear flats to work. Hell, wear sneakers or slippers. I don't care." That was a lie. Javí's favourite distraction at work was checking out her ass as she walked around the office in her heels. But he'd gladly give up the view now that he knew her shoes hurt her so much.

"It's part of the job." Eve winked at him. "Just as annoying as you having to wear a stupid tie everyday, am I right?"

"Hey, thought I was nailing the boring bureaucrat look." Javí pretended to be offended as he referred to their first conversation in their hallway and spontaneously spun her around again just to make her laugh.

"I hate to break it to you, but you're failing miserably," Eve giggled as her hair flew in her face. "You could never look boring. I can't tell you how many times I've sat at my desk and fantasized about taking my scissors and cutting your tie off just to set you free."

Javí laughed loudly at the thought and seeing him so happy and carefree pulled on Eve's heartstrings in such an intense way. He deserved to have more happy moments like this. Most of the time he looked as though he had the whole weight of the world on his shoulders and it broke her heart.

"It's nice to know that you fantasize about me."