Like a baby who has had a tantrum, I take the bite to my mouth. I take advantage of every minute that I find opportune to be able to drink without spilling the hot drink on top. The last thing I need is to dirty the car to Mr. Ogre and that now the scandal is for this reason, the truth is that burning is not what worries me at the moment.
However, he seems to notice my concern. "I do not stop because we are on tight times." He confesses something resembling an apology. "But as soon as we will arrive, if you want, I can order another breakfast."
"Why would you do something like that, Mr. Hamilton?" I have every desire to protect him and not treat him with the respect that I had until yesterday, but something suggests that as soon as respect has broken between us, I will be the one who will be at loss. What I most want is to resume the employment relationship, but...
"Because I don't want you to think I'm an ogre, Miss. Mina. I think someone else is looking forward to getting the employment relationship back."
Although, I do not like to feel the distance imposed on the treatment of"you".
"I... Only... I don't want to lose my job, sir. Last night I came home very late and very exhausted, it was not my fault..."
"Let's forget what happened last night." He says.
Oh, yes? So easy? Or were you simply afraid of the stir that your private secretary can cause to denounce you for frightening her with sexual favors in her work context?
Well, I didn't do it in disgust, but I never thought my first blow job would be my boss.
"It was not my intention to bring the keys with me." I end the sentence.
"I know. That's why I'm trying to recant."
"I don't want to lose my job either, it wasn't true about the complaint. I don't have money if I want to pay a lawyer if I want to file a lawsuit."
"No problem, I know that, too." He says smugly.
Bugger.
"Do you always do this with your secretaries? When she argues, I mean." I ask.
"I don't argue with my secretaries. I just fire them." He answers.
"Oh..."
"But it will not be your case, miss Mina Western." For a moment he takes my breath away. He is an efficient, responsible person and I want to help him grow. He has potential.
Does he really say that? I wonder if before last night's blow job he said the same thing as he does now.
His flattery is few words but concrete. Still, the atmosphere of discomfort remains sharp between both until we reach the building.
Vania, the woman who accompanies me shortly after retiring in the private Secretariat sees us arrive. I feel the weight of his gaze as he watches me pull out the keys and open Mr. Hamilton's office.
"Good morning." I greet her timidly and the deputy managers are waiting to be able to enter their workplaces. Oh, if how many times they arrived at the time they wanted but one must remain silent and say nothing.
As soon as I open the door, Black heads like an arrow to the paper lying under his desk. It is really important and I find it difficult to recognize the first invention that comes to mind.
"I didn't see that sheet there last night." He looks at me raising an eyebrow as he returns the paper to his briefcase.
"I.....if I have seen it I would have placed up, Sir."
"Relax, it's okay. I didn't see it either. I was also exhausted last night when I left the office."
"All right, sir. Do you want me to make you some coffee?" I look at my wrist watch. "In forty minutes you have your first meeting."
"Well, we're ahead. I can't imagine the disaster that would have been if Mr. Mendes had come to see me for the meeting and I wasn't here." He says.
"Mr. Mendes? John Mendes?"
"Exactly. Official in the United Kingdom, please receive him with courtesy." He says.
"Got it. I have not practiced my English for some time, but the courtesy phrases are incorporated fluently."
"It's okay. I think he will come in the company of Zenia Comte, his wife. We don't know yet. After what happened to his son, always one of the two is behind to prevent the press from exploding against them..." He tells me.
I'm surprised he's trying to have a conversation with me. I wonder how lonely he will be.
"I have seen the news." I assimilate. "I hope that Xavier Mendes recovers soon."
"Yeah. By the way, Miss Western... Forty minutes says, right?"
"Yes, sir." He watches me. I know that look. It's the same dilated pupils and inquisitive attitude that was planted in me last night when he scrutinized me from top to bottom.
"Close the door, please." My breath is heavy.
"Sure, sir." I walk to the door a little afraid, and he clears. "But you stay inside, please."
Oh, my god!
"S... Yes, sir." I drink my saliva down. My gaze intersects with that of Vania as soon as she sees me close the door.
"Are you okay?" He asks me modulating with his lips. And instinctively the only thing I can answer is to bite my lower lip.
Here we go...
"Lock it." Black's thick, manly voice reaches my ears too close. I do not know at what point this man in clothes has been able to move with the stealth of a cougar until he is behind me, as if he were about to devour his prey.
My hand clutched the handle. He places his hand over mine when I pass the key. His huge erection is pressed against my waist and my body temperature rises.
"Can you make time for something, Miss Western?" I gulped.
Now I understand why you didn't fire me.
"Something...like what, Mr. Hamilton?" I ask with a completely defenseless voice, but with an unknown appetite inside me.
He presses himself even more against my body and carries one hand up to my waist.
"Come closer," he says.
Taking me to the set of armchairs in his living room and placing his hand on my waist, he sits on the gray sofa of three bodies.
"Something fast we can do." He tells me.
And I step aside to get on my knees in front of him. Waiting for the fly to be lowered, but it does not, but he's staring at me with his elbows resting on his knees.
"What's going on?" He asks me. And he raises my gaze with his index finger under my chin.
No...he wants me to...?
"No, Miss Western."
Oh, hell!
"I want to fuck you hard!"
Oh, Hell.
Lord...
"Yes?" I ask in shock. He gets even closer to me. Sitting on the edge of the armchair.
Me on my knees in front of him. His hot breath is too close to my skin.
"I... I can't."
"What?" Suddenly it seems that a wall rises between us.
"That.... I can't right now." I mumble.
"Ah, well... Maybe at lunchtime. I'll give you more time, Miss Wester." He says.
"No, sir..."
"What's going on, Mina?" To call me directly by my name I perceive it as an attempt to narrow the distance that I have suddenly raised between the two.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Hamilton, I don't think you can have me that easily."
"Why?" He asks.
Words come out with a burst of shame from my mouth. "I'm...virgin..."
It seems that I said an insult to him or something that he did not like at all. Black Hamilton, the cold and indomitable entrepreneur finally seems to have felt intimidated at my words. As if I had poison or something that made him feel offended, the truth is that I never thought I would live to see the moment when what I said, could emit some reaction. He walks away as if infected with some deadly contagious disease. But no, I'm just a virgin, don't be alarmed, Dear Boss. "I... I didn't know, Mina. I didn't have to know, forget it. I'm sorry." He pulls away and rubs his face as if he were processing the words or if he was reproaching himself internally how he could not have supposed it before. But my head gets a huge surprise a little late to process. He apologized to me. "Don't worry, sir... " I gulped and as he pointed at the door. Did you just feel like I'm a virgin? Will I risk losing my job this time? Don't I serve you as far as your particular whore? "I'll make your coff
I leave Black's office with more questions than I went in.My knees practically tremble when I approach my desk and take a seat thinking that this man wants to feel "special" to someone. That was the word he used. And I turned out to be the person he referred to try. For a devil, I know I should hate him, I know I should run away from this workplace as soon as I allow him to exacerbate my working hours and not even think about it when he asks me to get on my knees in front of him, but I don't want to do it.I lack air when I try to type the computer password on the desktop, all I do is think about why my heart almost burst the moment he asked me to let him be the first. He asked me. What kind of Man takes the trouble to do that today or to overcome all his prejudices or mental demons to the point of recognizing wanting to feel special for...me? Why me? "Psst." Vania jokes at me on the other side, from her desk.I look up as if I have caught myself inside my own thoughts. "Is everyth
If anything characterizes this company in its tangible matter, it is its walls littered with abstract paintings. All very similar: at first I thought they were pieces of skin or meat that ranged from pinkish to deep red, like pieces of naked bodies entangling, making love or sometimes mutilating themselves. And they don't have a signature. How strange.I read on some internet sites that many paintings do not explicitly carry a signature on the end of the painting, but that they do it in another way. Some artists do it by painting their face somewhere that people appear, others do it with their initials through a technician that only allows to capture the signature with X-rays.I have no idea if the signature of the artist in question is "signature" of the range of similar colors. Or would that be his "style"? The point is that so far I have been thinking about it because as Mr Hamilton finishes his meeting with Mr Mendes, he is on his way to lunch. Vania and I receive our rations in
George is Irish just like every one of his traits. In his blood runs the evidence that he is a smart boy, beautiful and even friendlier when it comes to beer. He's also gay. If I didn't know this in advance, seeing him so glued to Alicia as they carefully watch the scene that Emmett Mendes is riding right now, would make me think that they are a pretty nice couple or coworkers. But also Gossip.Yet the one who is doing everything wrong is the son of the High leader of the United Kingdom who has gone to look for the secretary of his father's partner to invite him for a drink. Drink that is the perfect excuse to have sex, surely. Matter of fact I can't. Firstly because it would violate Black's trust and secondly because I am a virgin! And he would notice! "Ooooh, Wow." I mutter... "Thank... Thank you." I wish the earth would open and swallow me right now. "But I'm really busy tonight." "It's Thursday, we're a step away from the weekend. A getaway will not come bad. I told you that in
I remember two moments of extreme happiness in my life. Or three. The first is in my childhood, I can not say that I had an excellent pass, on the contrary, it was marked by shortcomings. But every night dad would arm chairs with an old sheet, and we would get under it with mom while we played. That was a spaceship, and he was the commander in charge while I was his apprentice, following the right orders to achieve "excellence". He said to me, "all right, agent Western, You will be a great successor to this Captain."To which mom congratulated me and told me that she was proud of me. I felt very happy, it was as if I had a very important achievement. But mom also took her place to help in the game and did not understand why she did not want to be captained someday. "No, honey, I am well following the orders of those who know," she replied, which charged me with indignation. These games made it clear to me that, one can choose to be the one who directs or to be the one directed, but on
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As soon as alcohol comes into contact with my mouth, I know I'm not quite ready for this.The Disco with music from the eighties that George threw as an excuse, quickly becomes a reason to go out to Google Maps for information about it. We had to swap phones to keep in touch and hold the same lie for the sake of the three of us. While I'm not part of the couple of friends, I get involved soon. The Madrid disco is called "Blue Ocean" and is a pass. Far are my chances of hitting my unreachable wishes every weekend so my night culture is not very frequent, besides that I also do not like this much of going out to dance. However, there are details of the place that make it interesting, it is not of high society, of those lobbies to which black Hamilton and Emmett Mendes usually go, but that this seems rather an under, Urban bar, with first floor where the crazy party is and a subsoil with sets of armchairs to come to flirt without the noise from above. I haven't come to flirt, but I've
"That right hand was fucking dead," Emmett tells me as he hugged me from behind and take me upstairs while Mrs. Piernotas stands on her side crying."You owe me the drink! She deserved it!""I think you don't get used to alcohol and maybe that third drink should never have existed.""But...let go of that...I want to keep drinking it!""Don't worry, you'll get a coffee as soon as we get out of here." Emmett says. "I don't want coffee, I want my gin and tonic!""Of course, beautiful, you'll have your gin and tonic as soon as we're out of this pub where everyone's watching us like they're ready to rip our heads off." "What?""Take her away from this pub, and she will not be able to return." Warns the security guard. But Emmett pulls out some bills and puts them in my pocket without letting go of me as if it were a dog that must be tied up by potential dangers. "She'll be back when she likes, okay?" The guard looks at the bills and nods. "Don't give him money! I do what I want" "Of c