by Anja Fuerst
He turned on his desk going over to the chair and once again looked at me. It was physically impossible to fight against that look. If we stay like this all day I would have an orgasm without even being stimulated.
Damn it! As he podo affect me this way? This is not at all normal. I think I'm a long time without finding me with Dean. Sex is important for my sanity, especially now with this new job.
I left the room feeling his eyes on my back.
A new message on cell diverted my attention. An unknown number. "We can go shopping today after work? It will be an honor to help her with her "new" wardrobe ". Nick. Only she could do me a call this, emphasizing the "new".
I only knew two days ago and it was as if we were great friends. That was dangerous. I saved the number in the agenda soon after return to activities.
My attention was totally focused on the folders stored in the drawers and the need to learn more and more about the company. It was my duty, however, as an economist was natural to want to learn and acquaint myself on all matters.
I heard the sound of crashing heels against the floor. I turned toward the sound and beheld a pair of slender legs. Subi eyes reaching a perfect face. A very well-dressed woman, owner of a fabulous body, squandering wealth, luxury and superiority. I raised correcting my posture running his hands through the body to pack the dress.
- Good Morning! - I tried to be as polite as possible.
She looked me up and down. Not just as Nicole and much less to Mr. Carter. His eyes scanned me with disapproval. I felt ordinary. As if I had committed an unforgivable mistake. It was inevitable to blame for agreeing to that dress, as well as the make up, especially red lipstick.
- Good Morning.
His tone was harsh. The disapproval was still stamped on his gaze. The woman in front of me seemed to hate me. And the worst is that I had not done anything to deserve your hatred.
I saw driving the quick look at the room behind me, where Mr. Carter was. She hesitated.
- I need to talk to Robert, Mr. Carter - I realized that she said "Lord," as if to make clear the boundary between the two of us, which made me think again how ordinary I was looking. Probably, that was his reason.
- Mr. Carter, asked not to be interrupted.
Insecure, I looked at where my head was and found him with his head down. Fully focused on contract analyzed. It was an embarrassing situation. I was preventing from entering, whether anyone else and at the same time fulfilling orders.
The woman in front of me gave a defiant smile. His eyes flashed and his shoulders lined demonstrating superiority.
- I will not take into consideration placement, because I know that is new in office and especially because already started making mistakes - I saw a wicked gleam in his eyes. - Now, let's start again. Please tell Robert that Tanya is here.
My hands were shaking. What should I do? I pulled up the phone and pressed the Mr. Carter line button. I did not look back. I was afraid of what he might find.
- Yes - he said the other side.
- Mr. Carter, Mrs. ...
- MS. Simon, I have informed her that should not be disturbed. It was not?
- Yes sir, but ...
- I made it clear that it should not be bothered by anyone.
- Yes, but, Mr. Carter ...
- Always follow my orders, Miss. Simon. This is the most important of all the rules within this company. Do we have a deal?
I looked back to see if he knew what it was. The situation was extremely embarrassing. For a few seconds our eyes met. He was not kidding.
- Perfectly, sir - I heard the phone being off and breathed deeply in search of courage to face the beast that was in front of me.
- Thank you - she said with a triumphant air.
- He ... - I cleared my throat clearing his throat. - Mr. Carter said he did not want to be bothered.
Very embarrassed saw his mouth open slowly. His eyes went from me to Mr. Carter, who continued his reading. And then Mrs. Tanya went crazy.
Without looking at me again, he turned toward Mr. Carter room door and entered. I froze in my seat, unsure what to do. Of course I should have tried to stop her, but his name was on the agenda of personal commitments it, which meant they had some sort of relationship. Holy shit! My feet do not desgrudavam the floor as she passed through the door going in the direction of my head with his finger raised.
From where I could watch the whole scene, but I could not hear what they said. How had imagined, the room was soundproof. I stood. Petrified. Unable to take my eyes off of them.
Mr. Carter seemed shocked by her meddling and, by the way reacted, it was clear that screamed. Mrs.. Tanya was also uncontrolled. Suddenly, the two realized my presence, even without hearing what they said, watching everything. I was totally red when turned to face me. I stopped breathing.
Mr. Carter walked to the door, opening it and coming towards me. I did not know what to say. My only desire was to run away, but he gave me no chance.
- MS. Simon, I'm sorry for this inconvenience - his hand went to his forehead showing how much was also embarrassed by the situation.
- Please search Nicole and ask her to accompany on a tour of the company. I believe this is a good time to get to know other sectors.
- Of course. Excuse me, Mr. Carter.
- Do not apologize - he was impatient, which made me even more awkwardly.
- OK! - I picked up my phone and flew toward the stairs. There was no atmosphere to wait for the elevator.
CHAPTER 6
I reached the 5th floor still dazed by events. I walked to the receptionist who was watching me carefully. Of course, I was out of the still heaving stairs. I'm sure my face was on fire. She looked me up and down, then gave me a genuine smile. I asked me to announce Nicole. I waited a little more than two minutes to finally get me send.
I walked by the tables willing to die. The tight dress and heels meant that my movements to gain greater proportions. All men stopped their conversations to look at me. I also noticed some feminine looks not very friendly. I thanked God when Nicole room door closed behind me.
- Honey. What happened? Oh my God! You did something stupid? Robert fired her? Honey...
- Calm down, Nicole. Mr. Carter just suggested to take me to know the company.
- As well? Why did not he call me?
- Some unforeseen - bit my lower lip avoiding comment on what should not. Nicole narrowed eyes me carefully analyzing.
- What happened, Melissa? You better tell me or myself will find out - she did mention that he would looking for him, but hurried to stop it.
- Nicole ... Nick ... - took a deep breath. - Mr. Carter is with a person at the moment ... A woman ... In a situation somewhat delicate - Nicole opened her mouth in shock.
- They may not be having sex. No. They do not ...
- Oh my God! - I covered my ears preventing, whatever she revealed, could reach me. - They are fighting. Ready - almost threw me on the floor and cried at the thought of how Mr. Carter would hate me when he found out that his sister told him what I saw. - Do not tell him I told you. Please!
- One would imagine. Tanya was, was not it? I was sure. When Tanya will understand that things are not solved this way?
- Nick, I'm not interested in knowing anything about the personal life of Mr. Carter. As we move through the company and end - she laughed.
- Okay. It's even better. Let's get it over with.
We walked for two hours straight. In and out of sectors. Pressing several hands. Through embarrassing situations. Holding out several attacks of Mr. Simpson. Until Mr. Carter called Nicole's cell requesting my presence.
This was the tricky part. Face him after all I saw was at least strange. I did not know how to act. Even then I entered the elevator trying to minimize the tremor in my body. I wondered what he would tell me. If apologize, explain to me what happened. But I was wrong.
When I entered the room, Mr. Carter was on the phone calmly talking to someone about
actions that were down in the market. I was interested, yet it was prudent not to pay more attention than necessary in your conversation. God alone to know the mood of this man. When finished just asked the folder of a client. No word on what happened. No sign of embarrassment. Anything.
I continued my work me hard not to think about the incident. My biggest fear was hate that woman certainly would direct me. After all, who was she? A girlfriend? An ex-girlfriend?
It would be very difficult to offset things having to avoid their hatred.
My phone vibrated. A message: "You want to go? I can get it to 08: 00h.
It was Dean. We had not spoken in the last few days. Our last meeting was kind of weird, though it ended as I wanted.
Dean Bailey was my "ficante" but it was also my friend. I liked it but not enough to marry and have children. I liked to have it always near me, especially at times when it was necessary to have someone closer. As close as possible.
He walked strange, syrupy. I spoke something about our relationship evolve. It certainly was not what I wanted at the time. Said the message.
"I have committed. May be tomorrow? Bjs, Mel. "
No answer. The excitement of Nicole, stick with our purchases would be like giving a shot in the foot.
Mr. Carter came out at lunchtime warning not to return later in the day. Before leaving, he requested two more folders and asked me to leave on his desk.
I had lunch with Nicole and Alexa. We talked about everything except about the happened. Alexa told me that Mr. Simpson had approached Mr. Bruno to get more information about me. As I worked with Mr. Carter he did not dare to approach me in the room. I was relieved not to have it done.
In the late afternoon, my boss called warning that not return, also said that there would come a report by email that he needed it to be printed, on his desk the next day, very early. I wrote down the information on a block, allowing it to provide later, while studying a spreadsheet he received. It was not my role, but, as a good economist, this information would not go unnoticed.
At the appointed time, Nick and Alexa appeared to hurry. They were worshiping the idea of shopping while I was scared. My credit card had a small limit on what should be theirs and my savings begged not to be decimated.
I've never been not spent as much as spent with both. Nick thought everything was perfect for me, so practically forced me to buy all kinds of dresses, skirts and shirts that found to be suitable for the job. I personally found it all too fair, too short and too transparent.
Only when we decided to stop to eat remembered the note that had completely forgotten on my desk on the requested report. The file you receive by email, need to print it out and leave it on the table of Mr. Carter, but for an unforgivable failure, had completely forgotten to do. "Oh my God! I'll be fired for that. "
I was afraid to tell the girls about my mistake, because a mistake like that, would they consider me incompetent. Then invented a meeting with Dean last minute to get them to leave and return to the company to fulfill my obligation.
The security found it strange, but just allowing my input, then that agreed not only to leave the car outside the property as well as not to carry the bag. What was he thinking? I steal information? But I had to agree or else could not correct my mistake. I checked the time even in the elevator. "Eleven o'clock. Damn it! Nicole knows how to "spend" time ".
I felt my exhausted body, because the high sandals seemed even more disturbing my feet. I entered the room focusing attention on the computer on my desk. I called him, drumming his fingers as he made his slow start work. I opened the email, I found the file and sent to print, feeling more relaxed and the lighter body to have achieved.
Just I noticed his presence when I went toward the canopy in search of water.
His gray eyes were fixed on me. Mr. Carter was leaning on his desk. No jacket and his shirt untucked. In one of his hands was a cup, to be deduced whiskey.
I do not know what was stronger, the intense desire that hit my body to see him again watching me that disturbing way that only he could do, or the shame of being caught in another jurisdiction. I was afraid of the two reactions.
He raised a hand inviting me to overcome the barrier that separated us: its immense door.
I walked up to him, stopping a reliable and comfortable distance. With the little light there was in his room it was impossible to see what he was doing, but gave to understand that he was not in his normal state. Tired out? Worried? Riled up?
- Melissa!
His voice was slurred, somewhat hoarse, yet sexy enough to make me wet. He called me by name, not formally, as he always did. It was too much for my balance. I had to desperately search for my voice. When I found it was difficult to get her to agree to talk about what should, as just wanted to say "take me to you" by adding a "for God's sake" supplicant. I cleared my throat.
- Mr. Carter, I just ... I ... I'm sorry! - I could not admit my failure.
He just looked at me and his lips showed a smile more than tempting. His eyes had a twinkle nothing naive. He knew he was driving me crazy. Worse. I could have sworn that I wanted to drive me crazy.
- It's all right! - I was amazed with the understanding that showed. - It seems that nothing went right today.
My mind, even shaken, managed to record the brief second that his eyes lost focus. To this woman, Tanya, who had caused the situation as embarrassing. Could only be.
- Is there a problem, Mr. Carter? Can I help with something?
Instinctively my desire to help you spoke up. But your eyes have changed again. They assumed a brighter glow. More alluring. Hungriest. I knew what was his hunger. And the worst of it was that I wanted to quench it.
He advanced to meet me. My conscience practically pushed me back. She screamed "Watch out! He is not reliable. "But my body vibrated crazed, desperate for contact. How could I feel this way? My head seemed to be spinning.
However continued retreating to feel the cold glass wall behind me. I had no escape. Mr. Carter, aware of my situation, smiled prettily, placing his hands flat on the glass holding me in his arms, but without touching me.
- Mr. Carter ... - I tried to call him to reality.
- Be careful when you offer me help, Melissa - his face was right next to mine, releasing a delicious breath on my skin. - You run a serious risk of seeing me accept.
a little more approached, inebriating me with his manly aroma mixed with expensive perfume. It was an aphrodisiac.
- Mr. Carter, no.
I managed to speak, not believing what he was saying. He grinned letting her tongue moisten her lips. Another part of my body was completely wet. Oh my God! I could not resist.
He let his mouth came close to mine. The expectation seemed to lessen the pace of time, so that all his actions were recorded in slow motion in my brain, but he looked when I thought I would try them. The tip of his nose ran my cheek to her ear. I could feel her lips close to my skin. My breath was out and my heart threatened to explode.
- Melissa! - He whispered in my ear. - Have you ever felt the urge to touch something you know to be banned? Ever had the irresistible urge to try something you know not be socially or ethically correct? So forbidden and yet so desirable that could destroy it? - He looked back at me in the eyes waiting for an answer. What should I answer?
- Yes - I was mesmerized by his eyes. As I was able to say a thing like that? He left a chuckle slip through his lips.
- So ... Melissa - my skin got goose bumps with little more than close to your body to mine. His lips so close. - You better go - I stopped in shock. - Or, I will be tempted to accept his help, but my way.
One of his arms left my side giving way. Unable to think straight, I walked to the elevator. I dared not look back. It was too tempting. I had never seen me in a way so promiscuous, lustful, as I saw at that time.
Sex for me was a necessity, but without many fillings or allegories. It was sex and ready. Depended on me more than anyone else. But seeing Mr. Carter
look at me the way it did, easily could see me in different situations. I wanted these situations.
I entered the elevator thanking God because of my excitement not be acidic enough to dissolve my panties. If so, it would no longer exist.
CHAPTER 7
Tanya had finished with all my ability to maintain balance.
We had come to a point that it was impossible to retreat. Or I destroy or she would destroy me. I could not be weak. He could not allow that she could your goal or my whole family would be thrown in the mud with me. "How could I let things get to this point?"
I knew she would not tolerate any slip my nevertheless, knowing the risks, Melissa did not get out of my head. She, her white dress and red lipstick, courtesy of my sister. Nicole did not know what he was doing. Melissa could destroy everything I had managed to carry out up to that point, the cost of much suffering.
Of course I did not want anything other than his red face, his skin moist and their panting breasts. It was only sex, nothing more than that. But fucking hell, was the sex I wanted most in the last, what? Three years? Two? I do not know for sure. The fact was that Melissa was messing with me in a way that no longer happened.
I do not know if it was because she was trying to control the desire he felt for me, a rare event, since women usually just said for coming. Melissa was different. He looked at me with desire. Panted. I felt the intensity. But he backed away. Always backed away. Something inside her warned it was a mistake. A huge, but delicious error.
Maybe I should just accept a meeting with Mennie. At least I would have a pleasure afternoon that would make me forget many things, even temporarily. Mannie was good in bed, but it was good just that. "No. Best dismiss this possible reunion. " Surely find someone in my schedule that would help me to dismiss this absurd idea of Melissa in my life.
Tanya had caused immense inconvenience to appear when I least wanted to see her. After all, she still thought he could do what this in your head. He believed he could break into my room accusing me of surround her life shadows. It is obvious that I needed to investigate. I would have to find out what had really happened and did not doubt any of their participation in that story. I could still hear his threat.
