Eros Ramazzotti
“Drinking the good stuff today, huh?” Edgar Cayce, my best friend barges into my office saying..
“What can I say I’m in a good mood.”I reply chuckling..
“Damn, is that today? I forgot to check my calendar,” he jokes. “I didn’t realize today was one of the two days a year you’re in a good mood.”
“You little shit.”I curse out at him playfully
He laughs and raises the glass. “Thanks, but I’d rather just drink this delicious booze.”
We chat for a little while about this and that, then go over a few of the points raised during the previous board meeting. Basically, we’re just killing some time. We’ve got a lunch reservation in about thirty minutes, but even with the traffic that’s a constant here, it should still only take us about ten minutes to get there. Fifteen at most.
The door to my office opens again and a nerdy yet young old blonde steps in. She looks at me with wide, wary eyes and arms full of paperwork. She approaches my desk like a terrified gazelle approaching a watering hole, waiting for the lion to leap out of the bushes and tear its throat out. Silently, she sets the stack of papers down and then turns to leave.
“Sorry,” I stop her. “But who are you?”
She turns back, trying to muster up a smile. “Athena I’m your new Personal Assistant, Mr. Ramazzotti,” she says, her voice trembling. “Alice said it was fine to just bring these in and drop them off.”
I look at Edgar who is suppressing a smile, then lean to the right, trying to catch Alice’s eye through the wall of windows that make up the front of my office. But my secretary is busy on the phone and isn’t looking my way. I sit up and look at the young woman again.
“You said you’re my PA?”
She nods. “Yes, sir.”
“Since when?”
“About two weeks now. You personally hired me right on the spot,” she explains.
I look at Edgar again, totally confused. “What happened to the brunette girl? Mary or Michelle, I think?”
Edgar grins. “Her name was Michelle” he tells me. “And you fired her about two weeks ago.”
“Huh,” I lean back in my chair. “Weird. Totally slipped my mind.”
Athena stands rooted to her spot, looking like she’s terrified to move lest she draws my attention. I honestly don’t recall firing my last personal assistant or hiring the new one. I suppose I must have, given the evidence standing in front of me. Switching secretaries is kind of my new jam as frustrating as it is.
I point to the stack of papers she dropped off. “What are those?”
“They need to be signed, sir,” she says.
“Okay Athena was it?”
She nods. “Yes, sir.”
“Okay Athena the first thing you need to do is stop calling me sir. Please lossen up I don't bite,” I tell her. “It annoys the piss out of me that you're quavering"I say grimacing..
“Hmm you do bite you know? And you my dear really don’t want to annoy him,”Edgar chimes in laughing...
“Just ask Macy, Oh right. She got bitten and now she's gone”He say laughing out loud..
"Edgar could you stop with the jokes"I say arching my eyebrows at him.
The girl squeaks and nods. “Yes, si –” she hesitates. “What should I call you then?”
“How about Eros?” I arch my eyebrows at her. “That is my name after all.”
“Second, do not ever drop off a stack of papers like this right before I’m about to go to lunch. Ever,” I growl and wave dismissively at the pile. “I hate leaving my office with clutter like this on my desk.”
Edgar looks up at her and smiles. “It’s a thing with him.”
She nods again, looking for all the world like a goddamn bobblehead.
“Of course. I’m sorry, sir– Eros,” she recovers. “It won’t happen again.”
“See that it doesn’t,” I snap. “You’re dismissed.”
A look that can only be described as relief crosses her face as she turns and flees my office. I lean back in my chair and sigh, looking at the stack of papers sitting on the corner of my desk.
“And people wonder why you’re single,” Edgar chuckles. “What with all that charm and all.”
“What?” I question. “You know I don’t like leaving unfinished work on my desk.”
“Oh, I know. But maybe you can give the poor girl a chance.”
“I did,” I counter. “She’s still gainfully employed, isn’t she?”
“We seriously need to work on your people skills, Eros. You can be a brute sometimes, you just bullied that sweet girl.”Edgar says..
“Am not a bully Edgar and thanks for your advice but my people skills are fine,” I tell him. “What we need to work on are the competency levels of my PAs.”I say irritated..
“I guess we have different definitions of the word ‘fine’.”
I give him the finger and laugh. “Blow me.”
I take a long swallow, finishing the last of my scotch. Edgar takes a slow sip of his drink, a look of bemusement on his face.
“What?” I ask.
“Just thinking that you go through PAs faster than some of these women on the Upper East Side go through husbands,” he smirks at me.
I spread my hands wide. “What can I say? Good help is hard to find.”
“Especially if you’re an asshole.”
“This is true,” I respond with a laugh. “Come on; I’m starving. Let’s go to lunch.”
Athena RamirezI pull the old Creaky Toyota into the parking lot and shut off the engine. It shudders, coughing and wheezing like some wild animal with emphysema, but eventually shuts down. The engine ticks and tocks as it cools, and I climb out of the car with a groan.“You look like how I feel these days, old friend”I say tiredly..I stretch myself out, my muscles sore after another long day at my new job, I stare grimacing at my car as I remembered how some of the employees stared at me while driving in. One looked at me like I was some pig they picked out of a pigsty post. I don't blame them, neither can I blame the car either......It might be old, rusty and she might even have more oxidized spots than paint now but it still gets me to and fro from work. Although most days, getting to work is way more of an adventure than it should be. I know she’s not long for this world, which makes me ner
Eros Ramazzotti2 years later ..So it's been 2 years since Athena has been working for me. He dosen't know if he should call himself crazy for the way he acts around her sometimes. Strangely enough he has no idea why his eyes are always pinned on her when she's so poorly and badly dressed, she's definitely not like the models he date or even plays around with, and even now he can't believe how fucking irritated he is right now.For the past 2 years he found himself secretly drooling after her and he just can't find the reason why! She's freaking married although sometimes he wishes she wasn't..He has definitely lost count of how his embarrassed himself in front of her and fucking flirted with her.Fury slams into my head. The guy at the immigration counter continues to look her up and down. Then the smarmy bastard lifts his eyebrow in a completely inappropriate way. My hand clenches the handle of my
Eros Ramazzotti The driver sings softly to himself as he navigates via the hellish traffic of downtown Shanghai. He has a lousy voice, the urge to tell him to "Shut the Fuck up" itched at him. Sighing out in frustration I stared out of my window. Shanghai never changes. Tall buildings, busy sidewalks, men and female in colorful clothes. Even where we are now, stuck in traffic, there are adequate glimpses into Shanghai’s subculture to make the area sense exceptional and mysterious. At least, that’s how it felt the first time I came here. I’ve traveled a lot, viewed a lot, and done a lot. This is the first day trip I am taking with my PA. I assume I heard one of the managers point out that this would possibly even been her first outing abroad. All of this should be so new to her. I directed my attention to stare at her. She is leaning ahead and watching out the windows, her eyes extensive and shining. I obser
Athena RamirezIt's been 2 years since I've worked for Eros. He's a hard boss but also considerate and thanks to this job she was able to send troy to Canada, her paycheck is that full and fatty that she dosen't have to worry where her next meal will be from. Troy is at very high end expensive boarding school for the gifted in Canada, there he'll be able to receive all the help he can get to help with his trauma and her job as Eros PA pays that and her own lifestyle.She was able to move out of her old apartment and got a studio apartment for herself, As much as she hated the fact that she had to lie and conceal her relationship status and be her real self just to maintain her job ate at her but there was nothing she could do. It was what Eros stated that he wanted 2 years ago. A secretary who looks like a schoolmarm, unattractive and ugly and wouldn't dare to seduce him either...Funny as it seems karma has finally came
Eros Ramazzotti“Holy shit, Athena” I mutter.Athena smiles at me. “Oh boy is that a yes or a no"??”“It good, it's okay you look Damn good.” I look her up and down, mesmerized. “It’s just a surprise. That’s all.”She lifts an eyebrow at me. “A bigger surprise than seeing me in a towel?”“Actually, yes,” I reply. It’s not just the clingy dress that snags my interest, although it certainly did. But her face looks so different, too. She’s done something different with her makeup. It’s not like she painted on a new face. No, the differences are subtle, but powerful.“Why aren't you putting on your glasses tonight?” I ask."Emm, like I have a confession to make.”“Let me guess.”“Yup. I don’t actually need glasses,” she says, her lips curving u
Athena RamirezEro pulls me into the suite, and I’m tearing his clothes off before he could even close the door. What he did to me in the limo was amazing, but I need more. So much and a lot more.Years of craving and desiring someone she had considered forbidding and off limits, I enough to make one go crazy. His jacket comes off first. As I run my fingers over his chest, savoring the feeling of him. Then I yank his shirt open maybe a little too roughly scattering buttons all over the room. This isn’t the first time I’m seeing his chest, but it’s the first time I can actually touch it.After so many nights of sex dreams and painful desires, I could finally feel him!His muscles tense where my fingers graze his skin. Power radiates from him. It’s as if the spirit of a Greek god has been awake and his sexual power and arousal is vibrating beneath my palms. I shiver at the feeling. It&r
Athena RamirezDamn, it hasn't even been that long since he had been inside her, we had both fallen asleep but he woke up with yet another arousal and it felt like something was missing.Eros's hands slowly move up my bare back, over my shoulders and down to my aching breasts. I am ever so grateful when his fingers begin to flick and fondle my nipples through the tight fabric of my dress. I let a moan escape through our fused mouths and Eros devours it, muffling my cry of pleasure. He lets a hand travel south, easing between my thighs, searching for my heat. I’m on fire- a white hot flame of scorching ecstasy. The gap between my legs is humid with expectation. He slides a finger across my clitoris with slow, relentless torment. My knees buckle at the contact, and he continues his torture- back and forth, back and forth- until my muffled moans can no longer be contained. Just when I think his assault has ended, he slides the finger insi
Athena RamirezThe first thing that pulled me out of my heavy sleep was my pondering head. My body felt like it had been crushed by a truck. My flick my heavy eyelids open and flinch at the glaring morning light. Yellow sunlight is streaming in through the windows. My head pounds, and my mouth is dry and sour and any slight movement I made , made my head throb terribly.Shit!I drank past my limit last nightt?I’m not a heavy drinker. A few glasses of wine to take the edge off after work was about as tipsy as I can or ever get. I don’t have time to go out and party like I did in college. Troy kept me busy for that.Our client last night didn't want to back down and turning down a drink offered by them would have seemed rude. Eros seemed to have been in the same boat as me..."Eros, Oh shit"Immediately I mentioned his name memories of last night begins to plague me.I swivel m