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Pov Samantha.

After hours uncomfortable, because wanting to change my wet panty, finally, I'm done with everything, ready to go home, and be able to take a cold shower that calms the heat of my body, since it's always burning with desire, and more after I became obsessed with Fernando Laureti, I say it's an obsession because there is not a day that I don't think about him,  And now that I have him close even more, though, I know how to hide it very well.

I close the laptop and stretch a bit to get out of the building. Like every day, I'm the last one to leave, because I love my job so much, that I stay overtime to organize the next day, although I confess that this day is for something special, or, rather, someone, someone who didn't come back to my office again, and that fills me with disappointment because I feel that he doesn't like me enough as I would like.

"And how Samantha, if she just met you?"

And listening to my subconscious, I decide that it's too early to arouse an interest in Fernando, and although I'm a beautiful woman, it's not like I'm the miss universe for him to notice me overnight.

I grab my bag, and leave the building, dragging my feet a little because of the tiredness of my body, when I manage to see Fernando's office lit up.

Will it be there? This time? I look at the time on my watch and realize it's almost seven o'clock at night. He hadn't left my office all day for work, so I assumed he was already gone.

I try to get closer to the door, to spy on my dear boss from the outside, but at the precise moment I am approaching, the imposing figure of Fernando comes out of the place.

Holy Mother! 

I clear my throat and turn to get into the elevator, trying not to let him notice my intentions, but when I'm asking for the same, he stands behind me.

A thousand pulses begin to accelerate, and although I try to tell myself that I must calm down, and that I cannot look like a gifted woman, I think that my body cannot understand, because the sweat of my hands, and my breathing begin to give me away.

"Are you scared, Sam?" I swallow twice as I hear what he called me, Sam? It sounds so cute, I can't believe it, I can't believe he's behind me.

I squeeze the black bag in my hands tightly, and smile trying to show confidence, a security that I obviously don't have.

"Should I be?" I turn around a little and ask back.

I can see out of the corner of my eye how he feels his white teeth, pulls down his panties, at the same time adjusts his tie, why is he so cute?

"I'm asking you that, since you were spying in my office, did you want to know if I was gone?" He asks suddenly.

I swallow thickly because of his words, slow and sexual, but I don't answer him, walking into the elevator with my jaw tense with nerves.

He walks in behind me, and I watch him look at his phone as the doors close. Her wide smile as she reads a text message, and that fills my body with annoyance, is it a woman from her fan club? My heart beats knowing that everything they say about him may be true, and I am aware that I am nobody, and that until yesterday he did not know me, but hell he is for me.

"What about Samantha?"

I inhale forcefully, to try to control myself, since the minutes on this device are becoming eternal, but with that I complicate things a bit, because the smell of the CEO gets into my pits, filling my body and going down to the middle of it, that is, in my panties.

Why do all the senses stay there? 

I hide it a little, so he doesn't notice what I feel, but it's useless, my crush's blue gaze sees me in detail.

_What's going on? I say matter-of-factly.

He points to my breasts, and I look down as I feel the sweat dripping between them.

My face turns red with embarrassment, because he looks as fresh as a lettuce, isn't he a human? Could it be that it's someone supernatural? Although thinking about it could well be, he and his entire family are surely beings from another world, that would explain their beauty, their intelligence and everything about them.

"Here, clean yourself," he hands me a white handkerchief, with gold embroidery around it, plus his name printed on it.

"Thank you," I take it and begin to wipe away my sweat, the moment the elevator doors open.

He walks in front of me, as if I wasn't next to him, could he, even if it's just wait for me? I mean, we share an elevator, what does it cost you to be more considerate and walk with me to the garage?

I walk behind him, quickly, to get my car and go home, but the moment I stop to get in I see a hand stopping me.

"My handkerchief," I look up, and nod my head to hold out the handkerchief.

Fernando takes it with a disgusted face, and I can see why: you can see the dirt on him, and don't blame me, it's just that working so many hours locked up in an office makes anyone sweat.

"Wash it, yes, and take care of it, it's very important to me," he says, winking at me.

I swallow thickly and grab the handkerchief again, so I can get in my car. Once inside, I look at it carefully. You can see that it is a good brand, and that it also has a unique value for him, has a girlfriend given it to him? I squeeze it tightly, a little annoyed, but I end up taking it to my pits, and inhaling its smell hard, what perfume will it use? I shake my head in my crazy thoughts and start driving home.

...

As soon as I arrive at my beloved apartment, the first thing I do is take off my heels, at the same time I take off all my clothes. I enter the bathroom naked, and dive under the shower, letting the water cool my body completely. As soon as the cold water touches my nipples, they stand on end, at the same moment that my mind begins to travel to Fernando's blue eyes, to his thick lips, to his smell, to his exquisite smell, the one that kills me, envelops me, and drives me crazy. Strangely, my vagina starts throbbing hard, so hard it hurts.

I get out of the shower desperate, naked, and wet, and throw myself on the bed, open the drawer and grab my vibrator, my pleasure partner and the one that never leaves me. I press it on my and turn it on. As soon as I feel the vibrations in my delicate area, I close my eyes, imagining that he is in the room, I imagine that he is the one who has his penis in my center, I imagine that it is he who squeezes me, I imagine that it is he who takes me mercilessly and disrupts me.

"Ahhh, Fernando! I exclaim as I feel a liquid coming out of my body. 

I toss my toy to the side of the bed, and grab the handkerchief to smell it, while I close my eyes tightly.