Chapter Twelve

I arrived at work at the next day somewhat disgusted with myself, and the fact was visible. When I got Christopher excited, I stayed, too, so that I could sleep, only after a cold shower and meditating a lot.

Christopher arrived a few minutes after me and passed my work area without even greeting me. In a way I thought it was good, because I wouldn't know what to say yet at that time of morning. I focused my attention on the monitor in front of me and also completely ignored the presence of that person in the next room.

Ten o'clock, eleven o'clock and finally it was only five minutes to noon when the phone rang, and on the other end of the line, he, with his hoarse voice that made me shiver from head to toe.

— Can you come here before leaving for lunch, please?

— OK. I'm going.

I got up from my chair and straightened my clothes and only then did I notice that on that particular day I had put on too tight clothes, besides the cleavage was too much for the occasion.

When I entered the room, he took that look from head to toe and let out a sigh, making and giving a disguised pink. — Wll, here I am.

I went to his table and sat facing him, crossed my legs and rested my arms on his table, and of course he couldn't help looking at my cleavage. "I ... I just wanted to ..." He closed his eyes. — I just wanted to hand over your payment check for yesterday.

— Ah! — He held the paper out to me now fixing his eyes on the table. — Thanks!

— I thank you for yesterday. You were great.

My cheeks flushed thinking about the kiss and then I managed my posture. — I said I'm the wonder woman.

— I'm talking about taking care of the children, miss. — Now your eyes found me, and I finally could see that brown-eyed wonder.

— Me too! — I disguised it. — What else would it be?

— Excuse. Christopher? — I looked back and saw Natália, who soon started to march towards us. Christopher pulled his hand away so fast it was very, very fast. — Do I disturb anything?

— No. I was delivering Miss Saviñon's check. How can I help?

— We need to talk. — She gave me a look of contempt I shrugged.

I stood up while folding the check. — Thank you, sir. It was a pleasure working for you last night.

I emphasized the word "pleasure" and I don't know what was worse: his look of despair or Natália's contempt. I left the room leaving the two alone and with the same purpose of throwing me through it, but damn it. I didn't even know why I did it, but I know it was good.

As soon as I had the opportunity, I looked at the numbers on the check and as he had promised, the amount was quite high. I put it in my purse and went after the girls so we could have lunch.

The restaurant this time was the same as the first day at work and this time I chose the food. I also ordered a glass of wine that I knew would have no effect, yet the girls looked at me strangely.

— What's it? — I took a sip.

— Drink before work? Or rather, during work hours.

— A chalice does not hurt anyone.

— You look weird.

— Me? — I pretended not to understand. — Ah, Did I say that I met Annie's friend? — She opened her eyes wide in my direction.

— When was that?

— Ah, he went over to Christopher's office, but before that I had run into him in the garage and paid the biggest bill. — I thought a little. — and girl, I have to talk, but your boss is so handsome! It's explained why you're with him.

— You got it! I could not resist.

Maite stretched his neck trying to see the over my shoulders and then I turned to see. There he is, or they are. Alfonso, Natália and Christopher, the three laughing, unfortunate at seaweed while Natália gestured something.

— Disgusting!

— I wanted to be in her shoes. Look, so full of yourself, the ego up there.

— In her place? She fucks with Christopher, Mai! — I rolled my eyes, turning around again.

— Ah, come on! Who didn't want to have sex with him? He is a peace of a delicious apple pie and looks like a well endowed person.

I laughed so loudly that some people stopped to look. — I bet it's small. — I said, but I knew that, for what little I felt last night, it wasn't.

— Who of us will find out?

— Why not me? — Anahí asked, tossing her hair back and we both looked at her. — What? Just because I catch the vice in my free time doesn't mean we're dating.

— But it seems to me that Christopher is well committed to that heart of palm.

I grunted and Maite stamped my foot, and it was only then that I realized that the waiter had guided the trio to the table behind us and he was sitting right behind me and next to Natália.

— We should go out on Friday again, right? — I pretended that nothing had happened. — I need someone to have sex again, but this time, someone who is not as drunk as I was. I don't even remember the name of that last guy! I don't even know if I had to force an orgasm!

— I'll solve your problem! I'll get a guy to sit and roll you.

I heard someone choke on the back table and had to keep from laughing. How much were they paying attention to our conversation? It doesn't matter, it was funny.

— Then it's agreed. Friday, ten o'clock at night at my house, where are we going? I want somewhere with a lot of music.

— Not! Not Friday, Saturday so I can go to the salon first. I need to do my nails, they are horrible. — She really was very delicate, that was annoing. — You should go, you need a deal.

— You're ever right on the point.

I spent the entire lunch talking a little louder than usual and when I left, he was still there, and for the only time I turned around, before I left the establishment, I noticed that he had hidden his eyes.

Then I went with the girls to an ice cream parlor, bought a coconut ice cream and went back to work. I don't know what part of the conversation irritated Christopher, but when he arrived, almost an hour later, he looked like he was in a hurry.

— In my office, now!

He said as he passed like a figure inside. I was unsure whether to finish my ice cream that was already melting or if I expected the beast to calm down.

— Dulce, will I have to ask again?

— You did, but that's okay! I mumbled, striding into the living room. — What's it?

— Never repeat that with other people, okay? What happens here with Natália and I does not concern anyone, much less a secretary.

— Hmm ... — I thought a little. — You know that of the three of us I was the last to know, right? You know how the company gossip is, right? Certain things go very, very fast!

He hit the table and I got scared, jumping back. — I don't care what others think or say, I care what my secretary says around during office hours.

— Technically I was out of the company at lunchtime, sir. I'm sorry if what I said has stressed you or your ... she's your girlfriend, right?

He looked at me, a little less irritated, maybe because I didn't want to just duck my head at him. — You don't exist, really! You surprises me more every day.

— Look, I don't know if you're mad at me for this or why you had to send an entire population down the drain yesterday, maybe it's both, but look, if it comforts you, I had to sit my finger on the toothless yesterday in the bath, okay? Now keep calm, what you heard is not even a third of what I heard out there.

He ran a hand over his face and started laughing, leaving me without understanding. — Where do you get that verbiage? Damn it, I'm trying to be the boss here, don't distract me!

— What? Send an entire population down the drain? It's kind of heavy, right? Have other expressions, want to hear?

— Not! — He interrupted me quickly, already getting up and circling the table towards me. — I think enough of sexual expressions for today. I give up, I can't fight you, you won today! Get back to work.

— Seriously? Something more?

— Just pack your suitcase, we are going on a trip on Monday and there is no one else to go with me. We returned on Tuesday afternoon.

— What?

— The vacancy said availability to travel, my dear. Now go sit on your chair and start using your little fingers.

— I'd rather sit somewhere else ... — I pouted thinking and then I realized what I had said. — Like, in my bed, you know. It's is much better.

— Dulce! It's getting worse, get out of here.

He practically took me out of the room while I mumbled, and then the nice polite guy closed the door on me.

— Now I know where your brats got that education from! They had someone to pull! — I screamed and he ignored me completely. Who did he think it was to slam the door in my face like that? And you still want to travel with me? Imagine he stressing me out and wanting to throw me up there? He was completely crazy!