Billionaire Seduction

by Miller, Christine

  Certainly was Caladinho because was guilty in the office.

  Cretin.

  - You can send a car for me? With leather seats. I came bike, but I will not get back in it ... No questions asked! Just do what I'm asking, damn it! Send the car shit!

  Eitaaaa ...

  That spoiled!

  This one in front of me, is not a gentleman ... is an arrogant and shouter, so yeah ... can give a hand to the Bernardo and walk far away from me. What facilitates and my life. Would not know how to deal with a ten, the prince's kind of good, that offers something more than appearance. However, this kind of ten less well, it's just bark ... not intimidate me, quite the contrary, it is revulsion. I keep looking to show that he does not frighten me. I am a Ph.D. in how to deal with miscreants.

  - Okay ... - responds and continues to look at me ... He does not divert for anything or I ... And so we started a little war ... What does not get to be torture ... The man is good to be faced and his eyes have a color different from anything I've seen. They are bright and exotic, like melted chocolate, sprinkled with honey syrup. Beautiful, but arrogant as the owner.

  - Fuck you, you ... - increases the tone and I yawn feigning boredom. He closes his eyes, but does not give the arm to twist. Not me, close my mine too. - Careful, Peter. My day started bad and my mood is worse ... Bipolar your ass!

  Well done, your day is bad!

  Satisfied smile crossing his arms. He scratches his beard intrigued ... - No ... I just want the car ... Now! Better analyze those papers in my apartment. I will explain later….

  - I said I'll explain later, fuck. I need a decontamination before. - Irritation back to your look, Thanks! - I was attacked by a crazy hick.

  Thanks! Thanks! Thanks!

  Pera there, you imbecile.

  Hillbilly crazy one Pinoia!

  Irritated, break eye contact and start to organize the mess. I gather the hose along the ground, oriento Andrew, while the man is still mumbling on the phone. Did not say! A ten less legitimate! Beautiful, vulgar and stupid. And this one did not take even five minutes to go from prince ogre.

  Preppy bastard from hell!

  I do not know why it moved me so much. It is not the first, nor the last idiot that will cross in life. I usually ignore them, but I can not this time. There's something about him that makes me vulnerable and attracts me like honey. ...

  I get angry with me, I appreciate when Andrew offers to finish everything. I need a shower and get away from this annoying temptation. I reach my bag and leave hastily, I may also be in a bad day.

  - Waiting!

  A deep sigh escapes me and decelerating step. I'm almost on the sidewalk. I see a silver SUV, those that are expected to cost more than my kidney, park.

  - Can not go well.

  Still I praguejo back quietly and I turn slowly. - Oh, no, why? - I adjust the bag on my shoulder.

  What baffles me see and disarms me.

  Devils!

  His eyes crinkle, and a half smile appears on his lips. And this image is almost as sexy as the rest of your body. What is bad, given our pathetic situation.

  - Because I did not introduce myself, that's why. - Explains with a calculatedly quiet voice. Oh, oh ... There has! - Theo Callas Junior, but if you prefer you can call me boss. - Reaches out towards me.

  cavorting monkeys bite me and end with me!

  Callas?

  The same Callas written in bold letters and illuminated in faixada the building?

  I shudder todinha inside to see the blessed extended big hand in my direction. The full of doubt face and I'm hypnotized by his eyes golden chocolate that now shine victorious. I'm sure I'm more red than a pepper. Already it seems more than satisfied. Still torn between taking the huge hand of man or kill me. But I remember that I am too young to die and too stubborn to let him win.

  Extend a hand clutching his.

  Uauuu! Warm...

  Delicious!

  My knees almost bend and start to sweat. Clean throat to disguise the surprise that contact caused me. Lift the chin and smile. - Nice to meet you, Mr. Callas. Have a great weekend.

  I measured up and down the racy, but not me shaking or at least pretend not to. A mini remorse takes me when I realize that his left cheekbone is grated. His gaze burns me like the contact of our skin. Untie the handshake and need to pull it loose.

  - That's it, hick? Not an apology ... A sorry, chefinho? Do not forget I am the CEO[9] it all.

  I fall into laughter.

  I do not know if nervous, excitement or anger. He smiles broadly. Damn! The super asshole dimpling. Stop laughing, angry at most. - Being CEO does not alter the fact that you're a preppy jerk and rude. On the contrary, it should be ashamed of showboating was giving! And hick is your mother! Good day, Mr. Callas.

  - What? How ... How dare you? terrorist hick!

  All the calm in his voice fades. I walk away and shift your body going toward the street. I'm about to a heart attack ... it is how it should be hell and his temptations can be.

  - We're not done ... You can stop where you are! - Requires.

  Able! It seems!

  I look over his shoulder without stopping step and before you can think of, shooting angry voice. - Yes we're done. Today is Saturday. I'm not on my work schedule. So, you can not make me anything. Good bathroom, Lord Callas and take care of this grated on his face. - I continue my crazy way to get out.

  Three

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  Tic-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock ...

  Look away from paperwork to the clock. - Midday. - Stretch the body giving a given on the 12th floor of the hall, any suspicious movement. I do not know whether to cry or celebrate. They say the bad news, here, are transmitted in the morning, never in the afternoon.

  Some days, I feel like you're on death row. Biting his nails anxiety, I know that any time the executioner will come into my room and announce the execution. I know, it's just a matter of time, perhaps HR is so jammed that failed to finish the paperwork of my resignation. After the anger, I realized the size of the mess I got into.

  That Saturday night I went to Cafe Star. I tried to relax ... And who said I could? Until I met two or three guys Legas. But the preppy jerk did not come out of my head. Hell! His image was stuck as a tick. It was close your eyes and see your face in front of me. It was open your eyes to see it too. I told my drama almost compulsively. Some found it funny, others less so, but all were unanimous in telling me to prepare myself.

  And now, here I am in this bandida agony. Ready and waiting. No sign of Callas or comments, nothing. Everything exactly as it was before, when I ignored their existence. What is strange and curious. I know my boss is not going there with my face. If she knew anything, I would have made terrorism.

  The woman is a demon.

  Try to focus on the project in front of me, I can not. Set the pencil and ruler on the table and I lean back in the chair dramatically. Close my eyes breathing the stale air.

  Oh how I love my job!

  My room!

  Okay that looks like a matchbox, barely fits my desk and has no windows. But no matter, it is mine and now, because of a esguichadinha anything, I'm about to lose it.

  - Nina!

  Jesus Christ!

  Arregalo eyes and almost fall from the chair with the cry. I have to hold the table for not estabacar me. - Wow, Natalia! Want to give me a heart attack?

  - Wow, I say. - Natalia comes into my room like a hurricane. - What is happening to you, huh? Anda very strange, Doll.

  - Printing your, I'm the same as always.

  Desconverso but Natalia wrinkles his nose.

  She is one of the few people who knows me here in Callas We met by chance in the HR on the first day. Curious has been asking all about my life and offered to take me to my industry. We had lunch and take coffee almost every day. She has a cheerful, flashy type. Always colorful and fun clothes. A little unusual for an executive desk, even when the job requires advising the
director and global CEO.

  Since then, we have developed an instant friendship. It is a silly and make us laugh all the time.

  - But it's not like it! For over a week, which does not call me for a coffee. Crossed with Miguel yesterday, he said he hardly leaves the room. It's even pale. It regime? You know it's thin, right?

  I roll my eyes. What Miguel, my team mate had to gossip about me? - I'm regime. Only ...

  - But nothing! Need sol.- stops arranging the clean short hair. So black that come to shine. - Come on, let's have lunch in pastel stall the Kimura. It has a board meeting this afternoon, I have to run. The Almighty back this afternoon. My peace is over. Pedro said he's the devil, it seems that hurt his face and business emperebou.

  When understand who is the Almighty, freeze. Pereba is bad, very bad. - Damn it! I told him to take care of that hurt!

  His black eyes double in size. - As well, you spoke to him? And since when they meet or speak? He barely has time to circulate around.

  - He did not even know and forget it. - My stomach growls, I get up and take her purse. - It was only an accidental bump.

  She starts to pull me out of the room, heading for the elevator. - Will you tell me this thing accidentally bump in detail.

  No sooner said than done.

  Natalia would not relent to start everything from me. In that time we work together, making a complaint or another, we never openly talked about the bosses coverage. My image of the company's CEO is the master in the mid-sixties, I saw in some pictures. An almost mythical and inaccessible, sitting among the clouds of this skyscraper, just admiring his empire. I never thought that the grouchy she talks so much, it would be a wonderful young man. Crazy almost choked with pastel olive with laughter. People standing around us, they play with the expressions of astonishment, disgust and elation she did every detail I narrated.

  - Sensational Doll! Imagine the shock when Theo found it was shit!

  - Sensational my ass! He understood that I was not fired yet, it was only because the Mauric ... the Lord Callas did not come to work these days. Certainly, it will be the first thing you will do when you give the guys.

  She plucks a piece of cake and shoves in the mouth. Lift your finger with red fingernail flawless, asking for a minute. - Forget that I am the advisor him? - Speaking with his mouth full. - Helloooo, he would talk to me if fire someone ... I sent to him every day. He made a lot of absurd requests. Believe me bedeviled because I did not have a badge? Be holy patience! CEO walks around with a fucking badge around his neck? Then asked to forward the record of all staff of 10, 12 and 19 and a lot of projects. I was three days collecting information!

  Now I, who almost chokes. I lose hunger and wide half pastel on small plate.

  - Chipped! It is!

  - That's what? - Looks around scared.

  - The plug! He'll fire me.

  Natalia shifts on the plastic stool. Then put the empty can of soda over a short wall that we are using as a table. - Wow, it makes sense now! Type an evil revenge and to outwit, he made me raise nearly two thousand chips. How I not hit me that before?

  - Do not make fun, Natalia. Seriously, gosh.

  - Really are the kilos that I gained after three turnovers!

  I give up!

  We pay crayons and came back walking down the sidewalk in the middle of a people anthill coming and going on Commercial Street. In the driveway, we almost run over by a silver SUV identical to that pick it up on Saturday. I let out a curse. A surge of adrenaline bursts into me.

  It's him, I know that's it!

  The waiting car, giving us pass, spy eye tail to see who is inside, but the glasses are too dark.

  Impossible.

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  The day passes dragged ...

  Every moment, my thoughts fly to the face of the Lord Callas. Those eyes chocolate honey have haunted me for days. Knowing that he's here, my mood changes. Long ago, there was anxious and remorseful.

  Filth!

  Why did not he get out of my head?

  And even though he was a caveman, I hope the injury is better. Mark a flawless face like his, it is judiação. But ours! What pereba was this? These preppy are so full of freshness, that have no resistance.

  With much effort, end the central courtyard of the outline of a commercial enterprise.

  I begin to hear a room bustle of my boss. Screams coming from there are common. Time and again, she takes one for Christ. Camila is the most self-centered woman, bitter and loaded I know. It is the kind of person who envies all that is not it, copy what the others disparage other people's success and love a good public humiliation. He thinks that only she is the perfect and the rest of the world a garbage ... pure ego. At least, not make the kind smiles in front and detonates you in the back, his criticisms are open and his poisonous tongue works loose the halls of the company.

  I'm quiet when the door opens and Michael out of there, white. Then it's the turn of Toshiko a chinesinha super genius designer, leave angry.

  Live me, I'm the ugly duckling of the floor!

  Lucky me, Camila ignores me and makes sure to exclude me from the group. At first, even I tried an approach, but then I saw his first rage, preferred to stay in my corner. It compensates for the lack of size in excess of arrogance. Our relationship comes down to a few words ...

  "Ok Camila. For when you want it? "

  His red head appears at the door. The color of her cheeks is almost the same shade as her hair. What definitely does not match the egg yellow pantsuit you are using and proves his lack of social life. No true friend would let her wear it. Camila is low and stout ... and that combination of tones does not favor you. Instead, they make a woman look like a chicken.

  - Michael and Toshiko come with me! - Shouts playing folders and project rolls toward Michael who narrowly, do not tip it on the floor. Shrew! For in front of my door, followed by his uncomfortable subjects. His fox eyes miram me as if I were a being infected by Ebola. There are legitimate disgust them. - Kovac you come too!

  - I? - Point the finger at my chest and I shudder.

  - Is there another Kovac happen? I hope you're wearing something acceptable.

  Go fuck yourself, your freshly painted chicken!

  You have no mirror, no?

  Do not hit you back provocation, deep breath slowly and smile. I always tidy me to come to work. Even when I go to work, I try to be adequate. hasty Levanto reaching my notebook. Miguel is waiting for me at the door, like the gentleman he is. When step he whispers. - I protect you, Princess. - Thanks with a nod and entered the elevator.

  When she presses the 21th, anxiety gives a knot in my stomach.

  There are only two things on the top floor, the presidency and a rooftop garden. The prospect of meeting with the Lord Callas makes my blood hot. I feel the skin of my neck prickle. quietly turn to the mirror, taking advantage of everyone in the elevator if ignored, pretending to follow the propaganda that passes on a monitor. Damn, all but a rash of nervous. Adjust the collar trying to hide the red dots. I put a few strands of hair forward. Thank you for choosing a light blue silk shirt and a pencil skirt navy blue. The high scarpins are the same shade skirt and let me stylish.

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  Theo

  - Champion, that there is still ugly. You sure do not want to delay?

  Stop scratching his chin and touch the wound below the eye. It is not yet healed, but certainly much better.

  - No delay. I want the person responsible outside the C & C as soon as possible, Peter.

  Sitting across from my desk, it just allows. You know I need to do this. When meto one thing in mind, do not give up. It is my authority that is in play and not play in business. Never. I hate to be made a fool and this ends here. Peter is the director of the São Paulo branch, and my best friend and cousin. Definitely, it is my right arm and became essential to maintain balance in the management of business.

  I put fire and it goes off. It has
always been like that. I burst, he drowns.

  We both have been working from my home these days. It was good to get away because our investigation is confidential. We have analyzed a ton of chips and budgets. Cross data, budgets, projects and names. We went for reinforcements with CFO and later, Natalia, our secretary, also entered the cake. It may seem a little crazy, but it's a sniffer dog. Nuzzles and discover everything you need and the best is heard in all the corridors of Callas.

  I get up and abotoo light gray suit. This color always brings me luck. Tidy tie the knot of blue silk emblazoned with diamonds. I open the drawer and reach my new toy placing it in the neck.

  - Champion for that? - Cackles. - It's ridiculous!

  - Step remaining time locked in my room. I have more than eight thousand employees who have never seen my face. But this will change, I want to move and a presence. - Pull the cord around the neck. - This here is my passport.

  - I know ... demarcate territory on the 12th floor, I suppose. - Mocks and say nothing, the bastard know me. - Know that your personal elevator gives you access to everything, right? - Raises the dark brow. - When was the last time you walked into a crowded elevator or picked up row in a turnstile?

  I smile at him as he left the room. - Never cousin. But I am eager to start venturing into this wild territory.

  We walked down the hall toward the conference room. Peter knocks on my back and then squeezes my neck. Older than me four years, he always had a protective stance with me. The brother who chose to life. - Oh, boy! To this terrorist blonde moved same to you. Nothing like a fucking bath to make a man wake up! Are you sure that's a good idea?

  Fuck...

  How to move!

  No woman has ever challenged or treated me as an equal to it. I can not take that short-tempered lout head. My curiosity was piqued nuclear levels and I think that was not a good idea, look at your files. Uauuu! The woman is a skull, made some really good projects and it undervalued the company. And absolutely gorgeous without all the dirt in the face.