Chapter 7 Damned Sir
By Alejandro
Two steps later, I already had a blonde, and with just two words, I left the place with her and took her to my house.
I did it like an animal in heat, but almost without looking at her. I still had Valeria's taste on my lips.
What does that woman have? It wasn't just the most perfect legs I'd ever seen, or her butt, or her chest, or her mouth. It was all that and more, much more.
It was 3 in the morning.
"My driver will take you wherever you need to go," I said suddenly.
Three rounds with a stranger were enough. She was quite passionate. In reality, I don't know how she was; I just imagined... I don't even want to admit it to myself, but Valeria occupied my mind the whole time.
"It's too late for me to go back to my house."
"Sorry, darling, I have to get up early tomorrow."
"Give me your phone number."
"Give me yours, and I'll text you later."
She did, and I saved it. Later, I would delete it. I saved it as "woman" and the date.
I fell asleep right away. I had to be in a meeting at 9 in the morning. I hope Valeria isn't late or reproaches me for anything.
I arrived at 8:45, and Valeria was already at her desk, with the same smile as always, the polite one.
She knew I had a meeting at 9, so she must have come in earlier to prepare the meeting room.
"Good morning," I said with studied coldness.
"Good morning, sir."
Again with that damn "sir," putting that distance. Last night, however, she had treated me informally and returned my kisses. I felt her tongue... and her heaving chest.
"Prepare the conference room."
"I already did, sir."
"Okay, get me a double coffee."
Five minutes later, she was serving me the coffee.
She wore those long boots she usually wears, a tight, though discreet dress, just above the knees, but it highlighted her butt, the one I touched yesterday.
"You need to be present at today's meeting. It concerns tomorrow's trip, and you need to take notes."
"Yes, sir."
I was surprised, I must confess, that it seemed like nothing had happened yesterday, and I know she saw me leave with someone else.
Nothing, not a single reproach, even though as soon as I turned around, I had another woman in my arms.
Did her indifference bother me?
She walked in behind me.
Omar looked at me mockingly. He knew I didn't get anywhere, but he, with the one dressed in white, didn't either. It's like the stars turned against us.
I noticed how Carlos devoured Valeria with his eyes, and several managers did the same.
My bad mood intensified.
Luckily, we were traveling alone. I didn't plan on sharing her, but first, I had to have her.
When the meeting ended, Carlos lingered. It was evident he wanted to talk to Valeria.
I told Valeria to go to my office immediately.
I don't mind using my power, even in the smallest details.
"Do you have the documents ready?"
"Yes, sir."
"Are your bags packed? I'll pick you up at 5 in the morning, and I don't like to wait."
"I'll send you my location. Don't worry, I'll be waiting at the door. If you prefer, we can meet directly at the airport."
"No, I'll pick you up. It's more practical. We'll have several business lunches and dinners, and one or two cocktails."
"Yes, sir."
"Anyway, you know because you manage my schedule, but more meetings will be added."
She gave me a fake smile. At least she didn't respond with that annoying "sir."
At 5 AM sharp, I was at the door of Valeria's building. She was with another girl. When I got closer, I realized the other girl was the one Omar liked.
It had to be. She had also turned him down. What are these women thinking?
"Take care of my friend," she said with a smile.
Valeria looked at her, wanting to kill her.
"Are you going to see your sister?"
"No, we're going to California, and Karina is in Miami."
"Take care, I love you, my friend. Did you tell your parents?"
I noticed she looked serious.
"I forgot. If you go by the house, let them know, please."
"Bring me something nice from Victoria's Secret."
"Emi!"
It seemed like she was leaving for a month, by the way they were saying goodbye. On the other hand, I didn't know what kind of relationship she had with her parents that she didn't tell them she was traveling. Even though she lived alone, worked, and studied, it was clear she supported herself, but she was only 20 years old. It made sense to inform them.
She had never traveled before, as she didn't have a passport. Although, from what I heard, she had a sister living in Miami.
When she scolded her friend, she turned red. Is she that shy?
By the way she dressed the other day, she didn't seem like it.
We were finishing up winter; it was still cold.
Now she had on a coat, and I didn't know what she had underneath. I was dying to undress her slowly.
She carried a normal suitcase, a backpack, and her purse.
During the trip, we were both glued to our phones.
We passed through customs and headed to my plane.
On the plane, we took off our coats. She wore tight jeans and a red shirt, also clinging to her body, outlining her curves.
I was dressed in jeans and a shirt, no tie.
She couldn't fasten her seatbelt, so I leaned over to help her. After all, I'm a gentleman.
It was already 7:30 in the morning, and like a neighborhood gossip, I sent a message to Omar, telling him that the girl who told him to take a hike is named Emilia, they call her Emi, and she seemed to be Valeria's best friend. I also wrote that she asked Valeria to bring her something from Victoria's Secret and gave him her apartment address.
I suppose Emi already knew who he was, and that's why she didn't give him a chance.
Soon we started talking about work. I had to update her on several topics.
She brought the office laptop, which contained a wealth of data.
We had breakfast together; she told the flight attendant how many spoonfuls of sugar I wanted.
She asked for her coffee to be cut with milk.
She even spread jam on my toast.
At that moment, I asked her why she hadn't told her parents.
"I forgot."
She said it with a genuine smile, one she often gave to others.
"I was going to tell them, but I didn't go home last weekend. Emi didn't go to her parents' house either, and between work, college, and studying... I only called them twice this week."
"How long have you been living on your own?"
"Since I started working with you, about six months ago. Emi also got a job around that time, and to make sure we made it to the end of the month, we also share the apartment with a college friend."
I had no idea how people without money lived.
Sharing an apartment with her best friend seemed normal, but adding another person to make ends meet seemed illogical to me.
I was sure we paid good salaries. Of course, from what I'd seen so far, Valeria had an endless supply of clothes, and I didn't know what percentage of her salary she spent on clothes, accessories, and all the things women use.
I felt almost small in comparison to how Valeria managed her life.
Of course, that feeling didn't last long.
We continued working.
At one point, I saw her yawn and asked if she wanted to lie down, telling her there was a room available.
She looked at me, measuring her response, unsure if I had any ulterior motives.
"No, thank you, sir."
"Stop calling me sir."
"It's the proper thing to do."
"I'm asking, no, I'm ordering you to call me by my name, always, and to address me informally."
"But..."
"Nothing, I already hate hearing you say 'yes, sir.'"
She didn't respond.
We talked about work, and I sent her a document online, asking what she thought about the contract we were asked for.
I wanted to know her understanding of the legal part and her English.
I speak perfect English and I'm a lawyer. I know about contracts. I think I just wanted to find a flaw in Valeria.
She couldn't be perfect in every way.
"You... you... are a lawyer."
She figured me out.
"Anyway, points 6 and 7 don't seem to have much to do with the transaction itself."
She's right.
In everything she said.
"When do you turn 21?"
"Next June."
"You sped through your degree."
"I needed to keep busy."
She didn't say it, but I sensed it was because of the boyfriend she mentioned in the initial interview.
We had lunch on the plane.
She ate little. Is she shy?
I dismissed it. Someone shy wouldn't wear that red dress.
Did she bring it?
I seem obsessed.
I really was left wanting to take it off her, even just lift her skirt...
I looked at her, unable to hide my desire.
I didn't say anything because I couldn't stand another rejection.
No woman had ever turned me down.
And she did it twice.
She didn't seem bothered by the parade of women in my office, or buying them gifts, or signing the cards. What did she write on them?
Is she not attracted to me?
That's impossible.