The saving grace is here.
The man holding Theressa to the wall had quickly retreated his hands from Theressa, taking a distance from their boss's secretary as they greeted Marcelo.
Marcelo ignored their greeting his eyes fixed on Theressa who's body was still plastered to the wall.
"What is going on here?" He repeated, his question directed at Theressa. Ignoring the the other men like they were not standing before him.
One of the two men had tried to answer, Theressa had guessed that was one of the workers at the sales unit but before he could let a word out Marcelo had glared at him, eyes piercing, threatening to kill.
He turned his gaze back to Theressa, soft and encouraging. A switch that Theressa found amusing "Are they making you uncomfortable?" Marcelo questioned, walking towards an anxious Theressa.
She wanted to tell him but the glare from the two men caused shiver to trickle down her spine.
His hands covered with his usual black leather gloves held her shoulders softly. Marcelo's eyes never left hers. it seemed he was given her power, energy, strength. He was ready to believe her words over the men that had worked with him for close to ten years.
The head of the sales department, Mr Alexander had tried to speak up but Theressa had mustered courage, letting the words spill.
"They are planning to leak the new design to gain early profit" Theressa finally proclaimed. Her gaze still on Marcelo.
"No no no, you heard wrong Miss Taylor" Mr Alexander had taken a step close to Theressa, his voice shaky as he tried convincing Marcelo.
"That's not true sir, I have worked with you for the past ten years, how would I do such, what would I gain bringing such loss to the company?" Mr Alexander continued defending himself. Theressa had to hold the urge to gag, this man was acting so innocent, his expression, his tone. She would have believed him if she was Marcelo.
"So my Secretary is lying?" Marcelo questioned. His gaze finally shifting to the two. Mr Alexander was the only one who had his head up while speaking the other had his head bowed like he had given up already.
"No sir but she must have heard it all wrong" Mr Alexander said. Theressa's brows furrowed in disbelief, how could a man this old lie so much.
But her eyes shifted when she felt Marcelo's gaze on her. Marcelo was smiling at her. A genuine smile. A proud smile.
A spark of joy ignited within her heart as she felt an overwhelming sense of happiness wash over her.
"You're fired" Marcelo stated, not even bothering to turn to the two men who stood in shock. Marcelo's hand had made its way around her waist.
"You did well kitten" Marcelo praised as he shut the door behind him.
"You're not holding an investigation to find out-" Theressa began but was interrupted by Marcelo
"I've always wanted to fire them, their throats have been getting long for a while now. You stood up against them instead of going along with them. Interesting" He stated. Theressa couldn't understand his statement. She wasn't even given time to process what he had said as Marcelo's eyes narrowed, gaze sharp like a predator.
"That bold side of yours…" Marcelo didn't complete his words as he began to take steps to close the distance between him and Theressa .
Theressa heart skipped a beat as she instinctively took steps backward till she hits Marcelo's work desk.
"I thought you won't make it to work today?" Theressa stated, her breaths becoming heavy as Marcelo's hand carassed her cheek.
"I changed my mind" He whispered, before sucking softly on Theressa's neck.
Everything from this morning was washed away. It's like he held no more resentment towards her.
Theressa wanted to say something to get Marcelo off her, but her brain wasn't processing anything, her brain didn't want to neither did her heart want him to stop.
She yearned for this, for Marcelo's touch.
Her grip on Marcelo's desk tightened, her breath became more rapid, her heart beating faster and forcefully, while tingles flowed through her veins.
His hand worked her boobs, fumbling and nibbling on her tits and she couldn't help but let out a moan.
Theressa gives way for him to have more access as he moved back to attack her her neck.
Marcelo's eyes were fixed on hers as he removed one of his gloves with his teeth, letting it fall to the floor.
"Do you want to feel me kitten?" Marcelo asked as he continues to play with her nipples. She moaned, her voice cracking.
"Use your words kitten" He whispered
Theressa couldn't deny it any longer, the tiny rope she had been holding onto since she met Marcelo at the interview, she could feel it tearing slowly.
"Yes. I want you" She said, what she didn't say was "I want all of you, your heart, your body, your" Theressa was torn out of her thoughts as she felt warm hands slid into her panties.
Her mouth formed an o shape as he pleasure her clit, her eyes shut at the pleasurable feeling.
"You're wet. So wet" Marcelo whispered.
Her knees getting weak, her toes curled from pleasure, hands gripping Marcelo's shoulder.
"Open your eyes kitten"
Theressa wasn't in control of her body anymore, Marcelo was and so she obliged, her eyes splitting open as she met with Marcelo's dark brown eyes, shifting down to where his hands were working.
Her moans became louder, pitch higher, breaths rapid, fingers gripping Marcelo's shoulder tightly.
"I'm coming" she said between moans.
"Come for me kitten" Marcelo whispered, his hands rubbing her pussy faster with a smirk on his lips that didn't go unnoticed by Theressa.
"I want to kiss him. I want to kiss him" The urge grew more as she was taken to the clouds with Marcelo long fingers. Her vision becoming blurry, as she screamed in pleasure not caring who could hear, she was too focused on the Marcelo and the pleasure she was coming down from.
Her face drew nearer to Marcelo as she panted. Theressa wasn't thinking anymore all she wanted was to feel his lips on hers. For Marcelo to wrap his hands around her waist while they kissed passionately.
The closer she got, the more the urge grew, she failed to notice Marcelo's expression, his jaw was tightened like he was irritated.
Suddenly the door swung open drawing Marcelo and Theressa's attention.
"Am I interrupting something?" A familiar voice questioned.
Both Theressa and this third person stood facing each other, brows furrowed in concentration as their eyes locked in a tense gaze. In that moment, a sense of recognition passed between them each recalling the familiarity of their first meeting.