Chapter 14 Luxury Bodies
By Valeria
When we arrived, he dropped me off at my apartment. Emi was waiting at the door.
She jumped on me as soon as we got there, screaming like a madwoman and infecting me with her excitement.
"Did you take care of her?" she asked while winking at him. I'm going to kill her.
Without waiting for an answer, she hugged me again.
I unloaded my luggage and greeted Alejandro. I didn't know how to do it, but he, owning the situation, kissed me on the cheek, then slid his lips toward mine. His kiss wasn't too deep, but it wasn't chaste either.
He winked at me before getting into the car.
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
"Tell me."
Carla wasn't there.
I gave her the two outfits I bought, told her I bought one for our friend, and when she saw the other bag, I said Alejandro had given them to me.
"I almost did it a couple of times."
"You should have. You must have cobwebs down there from not using it."
My friend made me laugh.
"I'd end up hurt like never before, or I'd lose my job."
"I get the job part. But hurt like never before? What's going on?"
"Nothing, it's just that it would be... humiliating to see a parade of women in front of my eyes after being with me. It's like he'd always choose someone else. I've been through that."
"It's different. You were in love with that jerk Diego; he was your boyfriend. With Alejandro, you'd just be satisfying a desire."
"I don't think so. It would hurt my self-esteem and my confidence as a woman."
I told her about the times I kicked women out of his bed, and the last time, there were two of them, at the same time.
"He has sex written all over his face."
"Yeah, he hasn't stopped having sex every night with different women. I can't expose myself to going through the same thing. He's like Diego, but on another level. He's seductive, gorgeous, passionate, and kisses like the gods. I've never felt that kind of fire in my life. And he's loaded with millions. Actually, they're alike in that they both sleep with everyone all the time. In everything else, Diego doesn't even compare to Alejandro."
"You're in love with Alejandro."
"No!"
"Look at me."
"I... no..."
"Friend, that's a mess. Even if the job is good, quit."
"No, this job is too important. And as long as I don't sleep with him..."
"How long can you avoid it?"
"I don't know. Supposedly, it's easier here than in a hotel in another country. And on the way back, he kept talking to me about his companies. He trusts me a lot."
"Because you're the best."
"I love you, friend."
Carla arrived. I gave her the gift, and she hugged me happily.
We stayed chatting about the trip, the private jet, trivial things. I couldn't talk about the company, the contracts we closed, or the kisses that burned me.
Although Carla saw how he kissed me that day at the club and asked what happened on the trip, I told her just a couple of kisses and how much of a womanizer he is.
We got back to work.
Susana called to ask how it went.
I told her the highlights of how it went, though it seemed like she wanted to know if there was any intimacy between Alejandro and me.
I played dumb.
She didn't ask me directly.
In the afternoon, Alejandro brought a woman to his office and then asked me to buy her something. For the ones he wanted to see again, he bought something, and for the ones he wanted to get rid of, he did too.
He'd tell me when it was for one reason or the other, and that determined what I wrote on the card. This time, he wanted to see her again.
That hurt a lot.
I hoped he didn't notice my hands trembling.
Two days later, he sent me a message at 7 in the morning saying his driver was downstairs at my apartment to take me to his house because I had to get a woman out of his bed.
"Are you crazy?"
"I'll be waiting, don't take long."
"I'll shower and be right out."
"I'll give you Juan's number, my driver."
I showered quickly, just as Emi was getting up. I told her where I was going.
She didn't comment. Anyway, it was easier to get them out of his bed than to send them a gift with a card saying he had a good time with her.
I put on makeup and dressed a bit sexier than usual. That childish competition I had was a burst of jealousy where I wanted to show him how sexy and beautiful I am.
Competing against I-don't-know-who, all his women are beautiful, stunning, eye-catching.
Don Juan knew me and I think he even knew why I was going.
When I arrived, the elevator took me straight to his floor.
I had never been there before.
It was totally masculine.
He was waiting for me, of course, in boxer shorts.
That intimacy which wasn't real and it hurt.
"I'll shower, prepare a suit for me, and I ask you to arrange my clothes like in the hotel. Even if it takes a while, first of all, get that woman out, she's done."
I followed him to his room.
The woman was the same one who had been in the office two days before and he had sent her a piece of jewelry to say how well he had spent his time.
"Miss, excuse me, it's time for you to leave."
"Who are you?"
"It doesn't matter, you have to leave."
"He's mine and I'm not going."
"This is not your house and I wouldn't want to have security escort you out."
She got up and, of course, she was naked, with a luxurious body. I think I've seen more naked women in my boss's bed than in the gym locker room.
Although they were all eye-catching, I realized many were around 30.
The ones in the threesomes were in their early twenties.
I accompanied her to the door and went back to the room, quickly looking for his clothes.
I didn't want to see him naked again.
He came out of the bathroom while I was preparing his clothes.
I turned around to avoid seeing him naked, I heard his laughter and felt him close to me.
"Tell me you at least put on the boxers."
"Feel and tell yourself."
"Alejandro, your little game isn't right."
I felt him too close to me and he was naked, his member pressed against my butt, hard, hot.
I turned around, there was no point in having my back to him.
Bad idea, he pressed closer to me, taking my mouth.
"A woman just left who you sent a gift to two days ago for how well she fucked you. What the hell do you want with me?"
He didn't wait for my reaction, nor did I know why I treated him like that.
But it was either that or fall into temptation.
"Sorry."
I said for my outburst.
He wasn't upset, he just made a grimace that pretended to be a smile and answered me without raising his voice, he seemed sincere.
"Okay, only you provoke an excitement in me that I don't even know how to handle."
"Get dressed, please, while I arrange your shirts."
I went into his dressing room, almost getting lost in there.
He had more than 300 shirts, many unused.
I don't know how many suits there were, but it was a few dozen.
"Alejandro, today I'll only arrange the shirts and another day I'll continue with the suits, today we have an early meeting at the office."
When we arrived at the office, we did so together and the news spread like wildfire. By noon, Susana called me.
She directly asked why I had arrived with Alejandro.
I told her the truth, that I went to get a woman out of his bed and that I had done it several times in the United States. I also told her he asked me to arrange his closet and I didn't finish doing it.
I hope she believed me, it was uncomfortable and I think it won't be the last time I have to get a woman out of his house.
And it was harder to feel, to see him.
At his house, I was about to tell him I'd change the sheets, but I was going to say if the sheets were clean we could do it and it was too much of a temptation.