Silvia's advice

Katy Point of View

Sometimes she would have experiences that, in retrospect, I wondered if I had misunderstood the situation. Maybe he hadn't heard the conversation properly. That's what I thought about the conversation with Ronny and Mr. LaMont. But every time I replayed the conference call in my head, I came to the same conclusion; Ronny Hush had asked me to pretend to marry him for a business deal. But then I thought that couldn't be true. He was my boss. He was a serious, focused man with integrity. He couldn't have suggested that we travel to Italy to get married.

For the rest of the day, I argued with myself about what had happened. And by the time I was heading home, I still couldn't be sure that he meant what he had said or that I had understood what he had meant. The only solution was to tell my sister and see what she thought. Natalie was more than my sister and roommate; She was also my best friend. I trusted her and felt like she could help me resolve this confusion with my boss.

-He said that? That you could get away with a sham marriage if you didn't get a license? Natalie asked as she brushed one of the lavender curls out of her face. She sat in one of our mismatched dining room chairs, one foot propped on her seat. She was sipping tea from a psychedelic coffee mug she had made in seventh grade.

-Yeah. Then she said how important the company was to him and that he would give me a bonus. "I poured the cooked fettuccine into the strainer and put it back into the pot.

"I don't know how you could have misinterpreted it. It seems to me that it is clear.

I put the jarred Alfredo sauce over the noodles and stirred.

"So, I guess I have to decide if I'm going to do it or not."

-Of course you will. He stood up, leaving the cup on the table and going to get forks from the drawer to set the table.

"Of course? "I looked at her with a frown.

"Did you miss the part where he said he'd give you a bonus? You should borrow enough to pay off your student loan. Maybe even negotiate a raise. You know, our rent is going up soon. The stupid landlord.

She was right. A financial bonus could be a great help for us. I was paid quite well to be Ronny's assistant, but it was expensive to live in San Diego, and I had some major student loans.

"But we're lying," I said, pouring noodles onto plates and handing one to Silvia.

"I don't see it that way. If there really is a ceremony, it is not a lie. The only falsehood is that you two aren't in love, but it's not like it's hard to pretend to love Ronny Hush.

I sat at the table and stared at her.

-That? she asked, twirling her fork in her fettuccine.

"Why would it be easy to pretend that I love my boss?

"Because he's hot. And he is rich. And he is kind to you. "He spoke as if what he was saying was quite obvious. She wasn't wrong. As Andi had said before, Ronny was handsome and had a lot going for him. But she had a much bigger thing against him: he was my boss. Furthermore, he had never given me any indication that he was attracted to me. No sideways glances. No appreciative glances at my body. No unwanted friction. Well, his hand was on mine during the call, but it's not like he was flirting with me, he was trying to close a deal. And you're not a bad catch either. You just have to stop dressing like a 19th century teacher and accentuate your assets.

I looked at the white blouse she was wearing tucked into her navy blue skirt.

-Professional?

Silvia rolled her eyes.

"It's okay to go to work, but you have to let go a little. Find your style.

I looked at her, dressed in an old, paint-splattered jean overall.

"I'm not sure I should follow Blueberry Natalie's fashion advice." "She snorted.

"You know that when I go out I'm much more dressed up. These are my work clothes, just like schoolgirl clothes are yours. I am lucky to be an artist and to be able to wear what is comfortable.

She was probably right. I was quite conservative with my clothes. However, that was not the goal of this conversation.

"So you think I should participate in this deception?"

-Of course. In addition to the money, which you need, you have a trip to Italy. She"she sat down and sighed". I would love to go to Italy. I would love to see David up close. Do you know that his hands are very big?

"Is that a code for something?

"Well, no, because you can see his crotch and it's not huge. Still, everyone I've met who's seen it in person says it's impressive. Plus, there's a lot of art to see there.

"Maybe you should go instead of me. "I took a bite of my noodles.

-Clear. Do you think I could achieve it? Obedient assistant to a billionaire? I chewed my food instead of answering. Clear. Can't. Besides, that guy you're trying to fool probably I don't know you, so I can't pretend to be you while pretending to marry your boss.

She was right again. Mr. LaMont had seen me on the video conference.

"I wonder if it's a good time of year to visit Italy," he mused out loud. Then he laughed. God, even if it rained, a bad day in Italy is probably better than a good day in most anywhere else.

She still wasn't sure what to do, but at least she had Silvia's support in whatever she decided.

That night, I lay in bed wondering how I could pull this off if I got past the ethical question. What would it be like for her to be married to Ronny Hush? There were many things that attracted me to the subject; She loved her family and adored her grandmother. He was committed to the family business and worked very hard. When he wasn't lost in the rabbit hole of his job, he could be funny and was very generous as a boss. But that was the point. He was my boss. Could I see him as a husband?

I worked to get the idea of him being my boss out of my head. I imagined I was meeting him outside the office, where we were just a man and a woman. Would he find him attractive? Well yes. He had the look of a Southern California guy, with his blonde hair and blue eyes, although he didn't have the laid-back surfer look usually associated with Southern California men. His suit always hung well off his broad shoulders and thin hips. I once caught him leaving the gym in the company building and stared at the sculpted muscles on his shoulders and arms. Yes, if I had met him somewhere else, I would have been attracted to him.

I tried to imagine what this fake marriage would be like. Italy was a Catholic country, so we would have different rooms until the ceremony, right? On the other hand, Mr. LaMont was French, and they seemed to have a fairly relaxed attitude toward sex. What would it be like to share a room with Ronny? Did he sleep in pajamas or naked? A flash of his strong arms came to mind, which I then extrapolated to invade him in all his splendor. In my mind, not only his hands were big, but other parts too.

I felt my cheeks flush as I realized he was turning me on, imagining my boss. Laughing at myself, I rolled over in bed to try to get some sleep. Tomorrow I would have to know what he had decided. I hoped the answer would come to me while I was sleeping.

As I fell asleep, a vision of Tuscany filled my head. She was beautiful and she was walking with Ronny through the lush green countryside. The flowers bloomed with bright colors. In the distance, I could see rows and rows of vines.

Suddenly, the sun and blue sky disappeared, replaced by gray clouds and it began to rain.

"Does the rain bother you? " She asked me.

I lifted my head, savoring the cool drops on my face.

-No. A rainy day in Italy is still better than a good day anywhere else.

He laughed and that made me look at him. His shirt was gone, revealing his smooth chest and perfectly sculpted muscles that would have made Michelangelo cry with the beauty of him. I reached out, tracing my fingers along his chest.

"When was the last time you got laid? -asked. He laughed again.

"I'm more interested next time. " His arm went around me and he pressed me against his body. His lips crushed against mine. The delicious sensations flowed throughout my body.

He turned me around and found a tree trunk. He lifted my dress, took off my panties and sat me on it. My breasts were free and he was sucking on them, making me moan. Then, his cock was out of him.

"Are you going to help me get laid? " He asked, pulling on my nipple with his teeth.

“Yes, God, yes,” I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him towards me. His crotch filled me. The rain fell on his back as he grabbed it. Thunder roared in the distance, but all the electricity I felt was between our bodies as he pumped into me, over and over, pushing me up until I sat on the edge of the sweetest oblivion.

He pushed all the way in, and I gasped as the orgasm took over me. My crotch shivered. My blood ran like a hot stream of molten lava.

I gasped and stood up.

I wasn't in a field in Italy. I was in my bed. In San Diego. I had just had an erotic dream about my boss.

-Oh shit. "I lay back on the bed. God, I'd had an orgasm while he was dreaming about my boss. I felt embarrassed, even though no one was there to witness it. She had never thought of him as an object of desire, and now she wasn't sure how she could look at him and not want to jump on him. Would you notice?

I huffed a little frustrated. How could she now pretend to be his fiancée? I guess wanting it would make the relationship seem real, but shit, he was my boss. She could only imagine what he would do if he realized she found him sexy. He would probably laugh. No, he wouldn't laugh. He was too good for that. But I would be reassigned to another part of the company. God, how stupid she was.

I rubbed my face with my hands and then willed the dream, a dreamless dream, to come again.