Chapter 8 Samantha

Everyone wants to see the new boss Blake currently standing on legs, slightly apart, arms close to the body, while gaze crosses over of his subjects. I look here and there at his profile. I'll have to watch it every day and I know it won’t be easy for me. Victor finished his presentation on profits and contracted jobs

firms in this quarter, so the father-in-law takes the floor and appears before employees.

"Dear colleagues, see that the day has come for me to leave, and yes young hopes and strengths come. In my place comes my son Blake, Victor will go to Procurement and Samantha to the Administration. I trust them completely and I have no doubt you will have good cooperation with them. Thank you all for your dedicated work in our company. "

Applause filled the hall, after which Blake stepped forward and began his speech, measured and serious.

"Thank you all once again for the welcome. From tomorrow we start by getting to know each other. I believe my father was a great superior to you, but I would just remind you that I am not my father and that you can safely expect a slightly different relationship. Thanks again."

There is a brief silence in the air before the applause intensifies after his words. He’s really hard to understand and read, but that’s why Victor steps on the scene and softens the thing through a joke.

"You'll get used to my brother's humor, just don't get too carried away approach and touch him. "

This elicits loud laughter from several colleagues, but not the same laughter I see Blake. His facial expression is still an undefined mask. Not I miss the fact that Victor's statement also carries a glimmer of truth. Blake really doesn’t like intimacy and excessive touches and I totally understand him. Never I didn’t like that excessive smacking, hugging and all that was my college classmates practiced at every meeting, and as soon as one she turned her back, the other would start talking against her.

That's why I only stayed on good terms with Victor and Rose. I love her because she is as honest as she is silly. Somehow we found each other because her other colleagues didn’t really like it as it was very popular with guys. What can I say, it's her life, I don't care who she spends nights with if it makes her happy?

Victor approaches me after the meeting and takes me by the hand to his office, a little more shows me around the company so we are getting ready to go to a business lunch with other leaders. Blake sits down next to me, and I notice him again avoids handshakes and contact with other people. I remember our meeting as well as each subsequent contact. I may be imagining it, but it seems to me that it is

every touch of his hand, either on my hand, cheek, or like last night on to my lips, was too intimate and certainly, too long retained. There she is next to me, maybe a little too close, while Victor sits with mine

on the other side. A little, just a little I turn my head towards him and catch a whiff of his scent. Of course, it has to smell good, just everything it must impress me on it.

"Excited?" I hear his muffled voice as the others sit down at the table and talk.

"I pray?"

Excited? Do I look excited? I don't even know what a woman is like when is excited. Does he think he excites me? Countless thoughts swarm in my head as he stares into my confused face to explain to me.

"Excited about work?"

"Yeah," I answered hastily, relieved. Now I imagine it is ambiguous.

"Hungry?"

"Yeah." I sound limited again. For God's sake, Samantha. Just I am ashamed of myself. Not that I have a need to impress him, but to myself strange like this. Horror.

"I like your hair." His hoarse, deep voice vibrates beside him my cheek, so I mutter a brief thanks as I try to breathe evenly as he just raises his right arm over the backrest chairs and runs it along my braid, all the way to the bottom of my back and fingers just hold it for a few seconds too long in that place where it sends me tingling all over the body. I don't say anything, I don't do anything, I just breathe a sigh of relief who knows how many times he finally removes his hand.

He seems to like to touch me. Yes, I'm sure of that now. Do it lightly and gently, boldly, but with special care. I definitely will Victor had to ask a few things about his brother. I don't know how to do it it informs me not to turn out to be interested in him, but hell, I have to understand. Lunch is served soon, so fellow leaders drag Blake in conversation, and I especially concentrate on the tone and color of his voice.

Shit, even his voice impressed me because it’s deep and penetrating, like everything on it simply attracts his attention, which it seems to me he doesn't want. That is why his sentences are concise but direct enough to leave you a little taken aback and in thought. I see many watching him with interest and wondering how he will be working with him. I completely understand them because I don't even know what to expect. Victor touches my arm at one point and catches my attention and addressed me with a smile.

"You go home with Blake, man, and I have a date. can I? ”

I nod because I have no other, and Blake reaches over me and takes the key to Victor's car.

"I will have to get a car, it's not okay to use my brother all the time. Although my brother is happy to share all his with me. "

Say this a little too close to my ear, obviously not to be heard and done by others that my skin itches even though it seems too hot in there and not even there a breath of cold, currently so desirable, air.

What can I do for him? Nothing. He didn’t insult me because maybe just mine the brain thus interprets his statements. But I am surprised as always and without reaction. After lunch, Victor and his father-in-law go to the firm and I walk by Blake to the car. The moment we need to cross the road, Blake catches my hand, but I pull it out and hurry to the parking lot.

"Does it bother you?" I'm just watching you. ”I hear his voice a little behind mine back.

"You don't have to watch me." I bow my head because the touch is disturbing in an unusual way.

"I need to, no one else does." Now he hurried and made me slow down and stare at his back. Keep the door open so you can slip past him and sit down. The car starts and we leave, but after a couple of

minutes, I see we're not going home.

"Where are you driving me?"

"Home."

"This is not the way home."

"Yes, but longer."

"Why are we going a long way?"

"I want to drive while you're with me."

I look straight ahead and shut up because if I say anything, I’ll just sink deeper into his confusion. It takes a straight forty minutes to drive that otherwise, it lasts fifteen minutes. They fill the interior of the car all the time the sounds of our breathing and its smell affecting my brain like some drug. I sit still, still, silent so as not to challenge him. As soon as he parks in the garage, I rush out and hurry upstairs, but in vain, he's on my heels.

"Samantha, where are you in a hurry?" I hear him walking behind me.

"I'm going to do something."

see that I try so hard to get away from him.

"Can I help you with what you need to do?"

"Not."

"We're alone, we can do whatever you want."

It forces me to turn around and look at him closely, just to make sure does he have a mocking smile on his face as a sign that he's just fucking with me.

But nothing. He looks at me pretty seriously as I keep my hand on the doorknob and I watch his face.

"Samantha, you have no idea what I'm reading in your eyes. My brother is not aware of what he has next to him, when in fact he is not. ”Bring my face closer, lay down put your hand on mine and open the door so I can enter.

"And Samantha, this is the last time I'll let you run."

In an instant, I am behind my door and catching my breath again for one of his touches, because of one of his sentences. Her back is leaning on a tree, as a million little squirrels walk through my body, I wonder who knows which time.

Will someone explain to me what the hell is happening to me?