Willa Ruiz

30, Celeb Public Relations expert, rugby player.

[eden-marsh]

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Eden: so my shitty roommate loclked me out. some bs about late retn or whatevre idfk.

Eden: can i cohme crash on yrour couch? i promise ill tbe super quiet. oyu ow'nt eiven know im thzere

Edem:…im onlgy a little dunk…i snwear

[willa-ruiz]

Willa: Screw the couch, I’ve got a spare room, babes. 

Willa: Key is behind the flower pot shaped like a woman’s head, vodka is in the freezer, help yourself to whatever food you can find. 

Willa: I should be home in a little bit, just at a gig with a client. 

[willa-ruiz]

nevadaskiess​:

“Is that right? Are you the town greeter or something?” The woman stared at him with fascination and Miguel found himself smirking. There was a wild fire in her eyes, burning for more than whatever her little world offered her. It was tempting to dip himself into that hot lava especially when the hot lava was incredibly hot. He licked his lips, amused as she tried to read him, dark eyes never leaving hers. Perhaps she was something else. It was a passing thought though. Cops longed for danger but this was different. She was definitely something entirely else and Miguel was curious. “My business? Sweetheart, I’m just enjoying my slurpee.” Playing coy, he found himself grinning, leaning back slightly to grab his phone. “Unless that is you’re looking for something.” 

Snorting, Willa rolled her eyes a little and shook her head. “Do I come across as the cheerful welcoming type?” she posed, her eyes focused only on him as her tongue darted out to run along her bottom lip. His gaze was burrowing into her, making her body flood with a subtle warmth and her stomach clench a little. There was something incredibly alluring about him, almost dangerously so. “Right,” she smirked with a nod, leaning forward a little. “I’m always looking for something, it just depends what you have to offer me.” 

[willa-ruiz]

nevadaskiess​:

“Do I?” He posed,  slightly amused but more so curious as to what she meant. But then again his men were lingering around, not too far away but just enough to give off the appearance that perhaps Miguel was alone, slurping on his drink. One of his guys locked eyes with him and the leader just shook his head before giving his attention to the woman sitting on the bench across from him. “And what makes you think I’d want your company? Though you are a pretty little thing.” She was gorgeous, this was inarguably however he was here for business, not pleasure. And she looked like she wanted something other than drugs. 

She’d never been the type to be intimidated, especially not by men. Willa was nothing if not confident, particularly in her own charm. She had a suspicion that he wasn’t just sitting seemingly alone in the middle of the festivities for his health. She wasn’t naive and he had a certain air about him that reminded her of the men her father worked with. “I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I just left you here alone in the middle of all this excitement,” she smiled sweetly though there was a more devious glint in her eyes. Letting out a breathy chuckle at his remark, she shook her head a little. While others might have been put off by his bluntness, Willa found it incredibly alluring. “I mean why wouldn’t you,” she smirked and tucked her loose hair behind her ear. “So what’s your specialty? You seem like the type who has an assortment to keep business afloat but I suspect there’s one that you like above the others.” Careful not to use specific terms that might draw attention to them, she propped her elbows on the table and let her chin rest in her hands. 

[willa-ruiz]

nevadaskiess​:

“Can I help you, sweetheart?” 

Granted not everyone could avoid staring at Miguel who was sitting on one of the picnic benches, dressed in all black and sipping on a 7-11 blue raspberry slurpee. Events like these in Indigo Springs had customers flocking to him. Mostly for the baby shit but hey – that shit sells. 

@willa-ruiz​

Willa had seen him on the bench and couldn’t help but feel pulled to him in a cliche way, though she wasn’t sure if it was some kind of cosmic connection or if she was thinking with parts of her other than her brain. No stranger to men like him, she made herself comfortable on the bench across from him, smiling and resting her arms against the table. “Just thought you looked a little lonely over here by yourself,” she said flirtatiously, flashing him the same smile that charmed many men before him.