Chapter 11 You Provoke Me
By Alejandro
I walked out ahead of her; I couldn't even look at her, what she makes me feel is too intense.
In the elevator, I let her go in first, but I didn't get close. I wouldn't have been able to without running up to my room and taking her like a madman.
In the car, I couldn't take my eyes off her legs, and once again, I felt that overwhelming, uncontrollable fire.
When we got out, I took her hand. I think I even stopped breathing. I felt she did the same when I touched her.
Then I offered her my arm to go in, almost automatically.
They took a bunch of photos of us. I'm a great catch, handsome and a billionaire, and I had the most beautiful woman in the universe by my side.
At the event, I felt all eyes on us.
I went to the bar and had two whiskeys. I needed to lower my anxiety level. Valeria was afraid I would get drunk and kept thinking I was mad at her.
I ended up telling her how much I desired her, and my hand moved from her waist to her butt. She immediately told me she wasn't an escort; she was offended but stayed by my side to make sure I didn't drink too much.
I'm used to drinking, and it takes a lot to get me drunk. Then she stepped in, more than needed, to close a deal because she thought I was drunk. I let her do it; it amused me how she wanted to take care of me and Zalco's image.
It's incredible how mature she is about some things and then gets offended by a touch.
When we were dancing, my hands couldn't stop. I knew I was about to do something crazy. It wasn't even that dark because it wasn't a club, and we had a thousand eyes on us. My hand slid down her hip to where the slit of her dress began. I felt the skin of her leg and forgot the world. I was about to go under her dress.
When she asked me what was wrong with me, I snapped back to reality. I told her she was what was happening to me.
I was trembling. God, what is this woman doing to me?
I turned around; I had to get away from her, or I would end up begging her, me, Alejandro Zalco.
When I heard her arrive, I calmed down. I had left her alone at an event, and the only person she knew was Kevin.
I'm definitely an idiot.
I hurried the process so the woman in front of me would stop making noise.
I paid her fee, and she left.
In the silence of the night, I tried to listen for any noise from Valeria's room. I would die of pain if I heard her with someone.
What am I thinking? Why would I feel pain?
I must have drunk more than I thought.
The next morning, as soon as I woke up, I asked her to come to my room, and if she heard me when she arrived, she must have thought she had to kick someone out of my bed again.
I left the door slightly ajar. She came in and didn't see anyone.
"My head hurts. I think I drank too much last night. You were right."
She ordered breakfast for both of us, told them to bring it to my room, and also asked for aspirin.
"In the meantime, even if you don't like it, I'm going to massage your temples."
I felt fine; I just wanted to have her in my room and have her attention.
"Sit in the chair."
I got up; I was in my boxers.
"Alejandro, this is... too intimate."
"My head hurts."
She didn't insist on me covering up. I didn't want to smile because she would never trust me again.
She started massaging my temples and shoulders, standing behind me.
My instincts woke up, damn it, once again without being able to control myself.
There was a knock on the door bringing breakfast.
She set everything up for both of us.
"Can you... get dressed?"
"We'll have breakfast, then I'll shower... prepare a suit for me."
"I won't be here when you come out."
We had breakfast; she ate quickly, feeling uncomfortable.
"Can you give me a bit more of a massage?"
She positioned herself behind me again.
"It'll be better if you're in front."
My legs were between her and me; I spread them so she could get closer.
Everything went out of control when I felt her legs brush against mine. Valeria was wearing a miniskirt, not very short.
I grabbed her hips with both hands and sat her on me.
I trapped her with my legs and hands.
She could feel all of my arousal against her butt; only our underwear separated us.
"Vale..."
I kissed her like a madman, unable to control my moans.
My hips were moving, my member pushing out of my boxers.
Finally, I pulled her panties aside and touched her intimately.
"Ahhh."
I moaned.
She was wet, feeling her like that brought out a wild animal in heat; I had never enjoyed a woman's intimacy so much.
I rubbed her clitoris, I finally had her where I wanted, she was also moaning uncontrollably and returning every caress.
Our mouths devoured each other, hungry.
We were rubbing against each other, I wanted to bury myself in her.
We were both trembling like kids.
I barely remembered to use a condom, I told her we should go to the bed.
She stood up and looked at the bed, I knew she had heard me the night before.
She looked at me, agitated.
She closed her eyes and, sighing, headed for the door.
No words were exchanged, we both knew what was happening.
She wasn't going to lie down on sheets where hours before I had been with another.
"Valeria."
I called her.
She completely ignored me.
All because last night I couldn't stop thinking about her.
However, I realized she never reproached me for leaving her alone, nor did I ask how she got to the hotel.
I realize I'm behaving like a jerk.
I didn't want to force the situation any further and grabbed my clothes myself.
I sent her a message, telling her we had a meeting in the hotel lobby.
She was ready, no reproaches, nothing, just avoided looking at me.
The two CEOs who were with us at the meeting couldn't stop praising her and looking at her, she had them at her feet.
She looked stunning, in a white dress, tight, above the knees, with a red belt, matching her lipstick.
Valeria smiled almost automatically.
The contract was signed. Was it because the two men were captivated by her? None of the four of us had a clear mind.
That night I was calm.
I didn't bring anyone to my room, I was tired, talking all day in a language, which although I could do it comfortably, required more attention, and every night drinking a bit too much, having sex until any hour and sleeping little, made me fall asleep immediately.
The next morning I called her to prepare my clothes, I do it to annoy her and because I have the power to do so.
She came right away.
She greeted me with that polite, distant smile, I was in boxers, she tried not to look at me, I undressed her with my eyes.
I quickly went to the bathroom, because just looking at her awakened everything in me.
When I came out, my clothes were already ready, including my boxers, and she was gone.
She sent me a message reminding me we had to review some documents and that she was waiting for me in the café for breakfast.
When I arrived, they were bringing breakfast.
She even put jam on my toast and sugar in my coffee.
She talked to me about the documents, the imports, the numbers, how they were going to close, hundreds of details.
I don't know when she learned so quickly and when she had time to review everything, because during the day she is always with me.
That night there was another charity gala, we took advantage of every minute to close deals, make new contacts, etc.
"Should I prepare the tuxedo?"
"Yes."
We agreed again at 8 PM.
She came to my room and again prepared my clothes, the shirts and suits they brought from the dry cleaner were always in order.
She opened the door to her room, already with her purse in hand.
Again I couldn't even smile at her, I see her so beautiful, so perfect, so sexy, so captivating that if I speak, I might promise her the moon.
"Again you got too serious when you saw me. Am I out of place with this dress?"
"Open the door for a second, I want to talk to you."
She looked at me almost scared.
She opened without asking anything.
She closed it as soon as I entered.
"You have no idea what you're saying, I'm serious because I lose control when I see you, whether it's now or with that short you wear, I don't know what you're thinking and why you don't want to have sex with me, I know you're attracted to me."
"This dress is very provocative, if you want I can change, but the other one is red and..."
"You don't get what I'm talking about."
I approached her and grabbing her hand, I brought it to my member, it was hard, very hard.
"This is what you provoke in me, all the time and I'm sure you provoke the same in many men, you're divine and being by your side means I'm the most envied man of the night, I don't know why you don't want to sleep with me."
"I'm here for work and that means being your secretary, not your lover or the woman occasionally in your bed."
"I'll give you whatever you ask."
I promise her.
My words are crazy, but that's how I feel, I'm crazy about her.