Helios

by Anja Fuerst

  I walked slowly out of the building in search of my car, which was across the street. Then I saw him. Your car, perfect for his position, was parked in front of the building and he stopped outside. He was wearing a black jacket, a blue shirt and black tie. With her hair still wet, casually arranged. No gel. It was magnificent. I could not see his eyes behind the dark glasses. His hands were in his pockets. The vision of the area close to your hands almost made me fall to remember what they did the night before and how much I wished I could see him doing.

  Oh my God! Save me from this temptation.

  I could not decide if I walked toward him or pretended it was not there, which would be ridiculous and childish. So I force myself to go to him. Her smile in response was outrageous. I felt my burning face in shame. My boss was amused. Yes. He was having fun at my expense and I was beginning to bother me with it.

  - Good morning, Miss. Simon - the smile was still there. He could be nasty when he wanted, which made me fear the possibility of him spending the day making me feel ashamed for what I had allowed to happen. As I had been a fool.

  - Good morning, Mr. Carter - tried to look as smooth as possible. - Some problem? - I pretended I did not know why his smile. It would be as if nothing had happened.

  - In fact, only I changed a little our schedule. We will have new commitments.

  As if a button had been pressed, it assumed its control function. I pulled the air, dissatisfied because my boss ignore the previous night. But I was also doing the same thing, so why I was so angry?

  - I decided to visit our thirst for research and development. I need to check closely all that is happening - nodded. - I thought Miss could not know of this change, so come get it to go together. Later we will return to the company. Some problem? - He realized I was looking at him, stunned.

  Of course there was a problem. "We had had sex by phone, you asshole." I wanted to scream. Moreover, he could not have called me to explain the changes and agreed to meet me there? How could I get the time it was, locked him in the car without electrical currents float carrying the atmosphere around us? I took a deep breath.

  - No, Mr. Carter.

  - We can go?

  He opened the car door indicating me with his hand the passenger seat. I was frozen wondering what, we both alone, within such a small space. I figured even if we did not need as much space for whatever it was. I pushed the thought far away from me. Heaven! "I can pass over this ordeal?"

  - MS. Simon? - He called me back to reality.

  - Excuse me - the words were out before I needed to think about them. He sighed and ran his hands through his hair.

  - Do not apologize, Miss. Simon.

  I remembered our conversation the night before and my skin responded to the memories. I got into the car without challenge. He turned and entered taking the wheel. I was looking in his direction waiting for something else, but my boss gave no sign that would talk about it.

  We did the fifty minute drive, just talking strictly necessary, which was restricted to labor issues. Mr. Carter did not look me in no time.

  We came to the company, which was one of the divisions of the imposing C & H Medical Systems. Mr. Carter then took an even more indifferent stance. He seemed to need to show everyone that breathed, ate and thought work. I keep my distance, trying to keep pace, but my head was working in reverse.

  When reported to me, I listened to what he said, but my brain registered that only the movement of his lips was extremely inviting. When asked me something, I took a few seconds to understand that it was not what I was wondering. When your hands gestured toward me it was even more complicated because I immediately reminded me of the frantic movement noise of them across the line the night before. Every second was an enormous torture.

  The worst part of the morning was hold Mr. Simpson. He did not seem to have the slightest embarrassment in showing your interest in my cleavage. Also did not hide its commitment to collect information about me. Mr. Carter all realized, however, kept apart. I was pissing me far beyond what should irritate. So I was relieved when we ended our visit and we left.

  On the way I was silent. Absorbing everything that happened, because I needed to seek answers to all my questions. Even making sure that he never answer.

  - Tired?

  - Not much - I made sure to keep my eyes off the road. I was not about to start any conversation unrelated to work.

  - I'll stop for lunch at a restaurant I know. It is close - I did not want. In fact, neither was hungry. At that moment my thoughts fed me, but made no objection.

  He went to a restaurant that I also knew. It was thin and discreet. typical place to have lunch quietly with his mistress. This thought made me frustrated. I did not want to be his mistress. I not want to be anyone's mistress. I have always been free to live the way he wanted. Definitely stay with someone already committed has never been part of my plans.

  We stayed in a more discreet table than any restaurant could be. Guilt tumultuava my mind. What was he thinking? That could come in and mess up my life, choosing me as a lover without even asking me if I was okay?

  Silent, Melissa Simon. First you need to know if it really has a girlfriend. OK! Tanya was real, but could be an unresolved ex-girlfriend. All right, you are again trying to deceive. Tidying subterfuges to continue living this crazy, but let's be frank, if Tanya or not girlfriend, does it really matter? Of course it matters. It is a potential psychopath.

  - Something wrong, Miss. Simon? - My boss was still treating me politely and professionally. I sighed and picked up the menu

  - No, Mr. Carter. Nothing - not even need to look at it to make sure that your left and perfect smile was present.

  We made our requests and we were waiting. I was clearly nervous. What was making me uneasy was the fact that, even if there is a safe space between us, still could feel the heat radiating from his body toward me, holding me to the chair and touching me intimately. I ran my hands through his hair looking boot those feelings of my head.

  - You seem nervous.

  I looked into his eyes in disbelief as he could be so natural after all that had happened. My embarrassment amused.

  - Do not sleep well tonight? - I was silent, staring at him. It was unbelievable.

  We were alone in the car for a long time and no word was said about it. But it was enough being in a public place for him to want to play with what happened.

  - Your bed is not comfortable? - I lowered my eyes shaking my head in disbelief. Not get in your game. - You do not seem to be much to talk to me today, Melissa.

  I shuddered to hear him calling my name and not the distant and professional manner as he had done all day. However, it should not be enough for me.

  - Melissa? Forgive me Mr. Carter, but I believe you suffer from personality disorder.

  He pulled the air, surprised by my answer. I was outraged, angry and anxious. I hoped that bugged me, but he just smiled, as if I had said nothing. What pissed me off even more. If I wanted to fight he had to accept my challenge. Should rebut my insults. What the hell!

  - Among so many things that could attribute to me, you choose precisely personality disorder? - He cackled. - I am authoritarian? Yes. I'm obsessed with control? Yes. I like things and people to be and act the way I want? Certainly. I controller? Definitely. I enjoy a good sex? Completely - his eyes lingered on me. - Especially when accompanied by the ideal woman - he let his tongue moisten her lips where a lecherous smile designed. - But personality disorder? Certainly not.

  I averted my gaze. That was not the right time. Up because I was completely embarrassed by the answer he had heard. How could talk calmly about sex when we were in a restaurant?

  - Can you answer my question now?

  - Which one, Mr. Carter? - Emphasized "Mr. Carter "for him to understand he did not want any more intimate conversation. He smiled back to moisten his lips with his tongue. Immediately my mind responded. Man Darn!

  - Your bed, Melissa - he emphasized my name maki
ng it clear that my will was not worth anything. Fully controller. - Its confortable? - Leaned his elbows on the table and crossed his fingers supporting his lips on it.

  - Mr. Carter ...

  I put your elbows on the table massaging his temples. I was exhausted. The waiter arrived with our order which made my head back to its original position. I quit eating before the plate is placed in front of me, but the unwillingness did not appear to have hit him.

  Mr. Carter began to eat at once, completely forgetting what we talked. Only after the fifth or sixth forkful realized that I had not touched my food.

  - You do not need to diet. From what I could see, everything is in place. Exactly as it should be - once again took the fork to his mouth making me wish those movements, but otherwise.

  - Mr. Carter, I ...

  - Melissa you have not answered my question. I hate not have the information I need when I need them.

  - Since when the comfort of my bed is something you need to know? - Completely lost patience.

  Instantly regretted using me "you" and not "you". This fact brought down once the barrier between us. He smiled, crossing his fingers again, resting his lips.

  - Would you rather I even go check? - I was petrified with his words. I think my face was so red that almost exploded. - Calm down, Melissa - smiled splendidly. - And eat something. It's not healthy to leave to feed the correct times - went back to his food.

  I forced myself to put something in his mouth, chewing and swallowing mechanically as he watched me.

  - And then? - One of his eyebrows were arched waiting for my answer.

  - Yes, Mr. Carter - I was angry for being once again obeying their unprofessional nature orders.

  His eyes flashed with my answer. I do not know if it was because my bed is comfortable or not, or if it was your evil instinct always be the master of the situation.

  - Any more curiosity about me? - He laughed and leaned back on the chair.

  - Many - his eyes pierced my soul. - But I consider me satisfied with two. The first is simple: you are red so have to tell me that your bed is comfortable or what did it last night thinking about me?

  Spit all the water had just put in his mouth. He was crazy or what? Mr. Carter laughed at my reaction as he handed me the napkin was in his lap. I accepted, even though mine. I started to clean the water that had fallen on the table and my skirt. You could not look at him at that moment.

  - It's all right. I'll skip this question ... For now.

  - You are crazy? Why do these things? Because...

  - Robert - a female voice my back made my voice would go away.

  The woman came out from behind me turning around and going toward my head. It was beautiful. Her dress, so glued to the body that looked like a second skin. Lean and tall, like a runway model. An exotic, angelic face, despite the heavy makeup for hours. His hair completed the ensemble. Red-red, like a burning torch. In fact, it all looked on.

  - Very lucky find it during business hours. Always so busy.

  - Mannie - rose elegantly to greet her with familiarity. She practically melted in his arms - how long.

  - Too much time to tell the truth - pouted claiming more time with him. I wanted to scream.

  - This is Melissa Simon, my secretary. MS. Simon is Mannie is a ... Amiga.

  They looked at each other in the eyes, confidants. So I went back to Miss. Simon and just in front of me was a friend? Probably a friend as I was the day before. Or worse, a friend who was far beyond what we were. Was it? I forced a professional smile as she grinned at me.

  - Melissa, so I think I must ask you to schedule a horinha for me. Robert is so busy that only then be able to find it - after all, still have to schedule the meetings it too? It was just what I needed.

  - Really walk very busy, Mannie - caught his attention. I do not know if I was grateful or annoyed. - But I promise I'll be in touch. Now I must return to my life run. I have two more meetings today - he waved at the waiter brought the bill.

  I left the restaurant still having to endure all that small talk about being at a more appropriate time. He was a stupid, cocky and arrogant that he thought he could have all the women.

  I felt sorry for his girlfriend. And I was one of the reasons this sentence. But that will never happen again. I would not allow.

  We went back to the silent company. As he was convinced that would not live more than he was willing to live, one thing bothered me a lot. He had not made the second question. Curiosity was eating away at me.

  - Contact Melissa. I know all this rubbing of hands is like talking, so talk at once - was realized when we got to the garage.

  - You did not do the second question - shyness almost prevented me from speaking. His crooked smile, outrageously sexy, came leaving me breathless.

  - I will, in a more appropriate time. Now if Miss do not mind, we need to work.

  I was even more embarrassed. I became confused who times, being intimate when it should not. He really made me lose track of things.

  We spent the rest of the afternoon involved with the work. I mean ... He passed. Two meetings were scheduled where I participated only taking the requested documents. Most of my afternoon spent torturing me for letting him do what he wanted with me and especially because he is such an ass and seductive.

  Nick appeared in the late afternoon. She wanted to talk to Mr. Carter, but as he was in a meeting, took the opportunity to schedule some things to me that should be passed to it. We were talking a while, I was quite aerial and she realized.

  - Something happened, honey? You're so distracted. Robert made ready this time? I always ask for him to have ways to talk to people, but this his command mania is terrible - smiles. It was really unbearable that way so controlling.

  - Nick ... - I needed to vent. - You've done ... you mean ...

  - Speech just once. What happened that is torturing both? It was a fight with that your crush?

  - No - my courage. - It was actually something a friend of mine, Kary - improvised. - She told me yesterday that a strange thing happened between her and a guy.

  - A strange thing?

  - Yes ... They ... - I bit my lips without knowing how to continue. - They did phone sex - she covered her mouth laughing.

  It was fun because it did not happen to her. I do not think would find it funny if he knew what happened between his brother and me. It was like betraying her trust.

  - What is wrong? - She still had fun.

  - The guy ... The guy she was yesterday by phone ... is a scoundrel. And ... Even not sure ... She believes that he has a girlfriend, or any serious commitment, but there is nothing to prove their suspicion, just ... What it demonstrates open relations. You see? - His smile faded.

  - This is serious - Nick sobered.

  - I know - I lowered my head letting my hair fall on her face to hide my blush.

  - He may be married, since she does not know much about him - Nicole added. I thought about it. I thought it would not be possible. But what if it were?

  - Do you think this kind of sex counts as cheating?

  - Any kind of sex is treason, Honey. What did you do? - Accused me without subterfuge. I raised my head and met his eyes. I did not dare to admit. - Do not let Robert do it with you, honey. They may be in trouble, but apparently will never end.

  She was not fighting. It was as if warning me, as a friend and not as a boss. What caught my attention was that she said they may be having problems, then there is even the relationship between the two. Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

  - Melissa, they ...

  - You got it wrong. I'm not talking about me, Nicole.

  I was too cowardly to admit or apologize. I do not want her to know of my failures, much less that it became a problem between us. I pretended to be as outraged as possible. She needed to believe in me and shake the idea of any relationship that I might be having with my boss.

  - Really?

  - Yes - I tried to be firm and forced a smile. - Now I must go
, Nick. I'll take some documents before Mr. Carter decides to give me another punishment - she smiled with relief.

  - Great! I will make a visit to Paul - we said goodbye and went back to my inner torture.

  In the early evening I was called to a meeting room where Mr. Carter, and schedule a few meetings and visits, gave me several other tasks. We were another twenty minutes finishing it as he dismissed the people. I was turning off the computer and putting things in their place as he approached. More than often we approached.

  - Let's go?

  - Let's go? - I do not understand.

  - I brought her and now I will take it home - my eyes widened, my legs were wobbly and my face singed. - Calm down, Melissa! - She smiled putting his hand in his pocket. - It will not be today that will give the comfort of your bed - I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. I chose to keep me quiet.

  We went to his car and as soon as we entered, he turned to talk.

  - I still have a right to my second question. I will not get her out of it.

  I closed my eyes waiting for what would come. At least he would not dare to test my bed. But my boss said nothing. We were silent all the way. Silence outside and an infernal noise inside me. All my organs begged for him to be closer and closer, and my mind screamed for him not to approach.

  We stopped in front of my building. He did not say anything. Let the seat belt making mention of leaving the car.

  - How would you define your sex life? - I bit my lips closing her eyes.

  Asking the fuck was that? I took my hand on the car door handle.

  - You did not answer me. You know how much my time? - Locked the door preventing me from leaving.

  - You're sick - I felt my eyes get wet.

  - Because? Why I want to know what you define as a good sex? Why do I care for your sex life?

  - It has no importance for its time or its business so why not leave me alone? - I faced him. He smiled. My whole body reacted. I was excited? It was not possible.

  - You're very enjoyable when you're nervous, Melissa. It is a danger to any man.