Consuela lifted the picture frame, which displayed a busty woman in a skimpy bikini, wiping down the frame itself as well as the mantel shelf under it. She moved along, wiping down the rest of the shelf and the other two pictures, one of a woman in see-through lingerie and the other woman in an open button-down shirt. Romina came up behind her, looking at the pictures, not for the first time. "He does like to brag, doesn't he?" She asked her mom.
"He does, at that." Consuela answered, putting down the last picture. "How many of these pictures does he have around?" There were two more on tables in the living room, and she knew several others in the house. She shook her head a bit thinking about her young employer. "Does that make you want to change your plans?" She asked.
"No, Mama." She whispered softly. Consuela could tell she was nervous. Romina had asked her permission, but only because they both worried about his reaction. It could reflect poorly on Consuela herself. It had taken some convincing, but Consuela had consented. The plan was a good one. "If anything, it makes me think he will agree. If I offer it correctly."
They both quieted as the man in question walked pass his living room. Alex was a young man, only a few years older than Romina's nineteen. A little under six feet tall, young, and enjoying it with the kind of regular build young men often managed with just good diet. Which Consuela pretty much did for him anymore, as he ate whatever she or Romina cooked. For all that, he was the best employer that Consuela had ever worked for. He paid Consuela almost double what she had ever earned and provided insurance and plenty of vacation time. Beyond that, he had always treated her with respect and kindness, even learning a little Spanish and was patient when she struggled with English. He hadn't even blinked when she started bringing Romina along with her. Of course, her daughter was only coming to keep her company, at least at first. Alex also tended to pick up after himself, meaning that there was rarely much work to be done in the small, two-bedroom house.
"Perhaps you should go and cook him some lunch. It will help, I think." Consuela told her daughter who nodded and hurried off. Consuela smiled slightly as she watched her go, then turned to start vacuuming the room.
They all sat down together for lunch about thirty minutes later. Unlike herself, Romina had learned to cook many American dishes, and served a light lunch of grilled sandwiches and salad. Alex smiled at them both as they all sat down.
Alex looked over the two women as they sat down, smiling just a little. Truth was that he had hired Consuela on full-time more for her cooking, and her looks, than for the cleaning. Her cooking was excellent, and he did enjoy looking at her, though he had never seriously considered doing anything with her. Despite being older than him, he still found her much more attractive than her daughter, who had started coming with her a couple of days a week some six months ago. And the house never really got all that dirty with just him living there. One of the many reasons he kept his dating to short-term, sex-focused relationships.
"How is school going, Romina?" He asked, taking a bite of his sandwich. He couldn't help himself, comparing the two in his mind. Romina was a lovely girl, but something about Consuela was more appealing. Both had dark skin, he suspected there were from southern Mexico or Guatemala or somewhere like that. They had the same dark brown eyes and almost black hair, which they wore long. But Romina had the plump cheeks of youth, a modest chest, and her ass was not particularly curved. Consuela was much more curved, with big and heavy breasts along with a nicely curved ass. She always dressed conservatively, in loose blouses and skirts, but he could see the curves underneath all the same. Romina usually dressed the same, but today was different. Today, she wore a red blouse so thin he could practically see through it, and a tight skirt that only went down to her mid-thigh.
"It is going well," Romina told him in between bites. "I start my second year come August." She looked like she was going to say something more, but then went quiet. He tried one of his more charming smiles to see if more would come, but it didn't seem to have much effect.
"What are you studying?" he asked her, seeing if he could tease out a little more.
"I am only taking standard core classes." She whispered. "I do not yet know what I wish to study."
Alex tried to keep the puzzlement off his face. She seemed embarrassed or something. She didn't often talk to him, but she had never reacted like this. He tried to check his mouth and chin without being obvious in case he had something there that was causing her embarrassment.
"I want to be your wife." She suddenly blurted out.
Consuela winced when Romina made her announcement. They had discussed ways to broach the subject, and none of them included such a blatant pronouncement. She tried to look at Alex out of the corner of her eye, but he seemed stunned.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Romina started to say, starting to get up.
"Hold on." Alex said. "At least, tell me why?" He asked her. Consuela could tell that he was trying not to laugh, and why not, when she said it in such a fashion.
"We are illegal." Consuela told him quietly.
Alex looked back at her. "I know. One reason I never asked many questions. But what does that have to do with it?"
"I know it is much to ask." Romina told him. "But, if we marry, I can get green card and sponsor mama. Not that... that is..." she faltered and sighed. "You are very handsome, and a kind man." She said, her shoulders slumping. "I would enjoy being your wife, I think."
