Chapter 7

Like a baby who has had a tantrum, I take the bite to my mouth. I take advantage of every minute that I find opportune to be able to drink without spilling the hot drink on top. The last thing I need is to dirty the car to Mr. Ogre and that now the scandal is for this reason, the truth is that burning is not what worries me at the moment.

However, he seems to notice my concern. "I do not stop because we are on tight times." He confesses something resembling an apology. "But as soon as we will arrive, if you want, I can order another breakfast." 

"Why would you do something like that, Mr. Hamilton?" I have every desire to protect him and not treat him with the respect that I had until yesterday, but something suggests that as soon as respect has broken between us, I will be the one who will be at loss. What I most want is to resume the employment relationship, but... 

"Because I don't want you to think I'm an ogre, Miss. Mina. I think someone else is looking forward to getting the employment relationship back." 

Although, I do not like to feel the distance imposed on the treatment of"you". 

"I... Only... I don't want to lose my job, sir. Last night I came home very late and very exhausted, it was not my fault..." 

"Let's forget what happened last night." He says. 

Oh, yes? So easy? Or were you simply afraid of the stir that your private secretary can cause to denounce you for frightening her with sexual favors in her work context?

Well, I didn't do it in disgust, but I never thought my first blow job would be my boss. 

"It was not my intention to bring the keys with me." I end the sentence. 

"I know. That's why I'm trying to recant." 

"I don't want to lose my job either, it wasn't true about the complaint. I don't have money if I want to pay a lawyer if I want to file a lawsuit." 

"No problem, I know that, too." He says smugly. 

Bugger. 

"Do you always do this with your secretaries? When she argues, I mean." I ask. 

"I don't argue with my secretaries. I just fire them." He answers. 

"Oh..." 

"But it will not be your case, miss Mina Western." For a moment he takes my breath away. He is an efficient, responsible person and I want to help him grow. He has potential. 

Does he really say that? I wonder if before last night's blow job he said the same thing as he does now. 

His flattery is few words but concrete. Still, the atmosphere of discomfort remains sharp between both until we reach the building. 

Vania, the woman who accompanies me shortly after retiring in the private Secretariat sees us arrive. I feel the weight of his gaze as he watches me pull out the keys and open Mr. Hamilton's office. 

"Good morning." I greet her timidly and the deputy managers are waiting to be able to enter their workplaces. Oh, if how many times they arrived at the time they wanted but one must remain silent and say nothing. 

As soon as I open the door, Black heads like an arrow to the paper lying under his desk. It is really important and I find it difficult to recognize the first invention that comes to mind. 

"I didn't see that sheet there last night." He looks at me raising an eyebrow as he returns the paper to his briefcase. 

"I.....if I have seen it I would have placed up, Sir." 

"Relax, it's okay. I didn't see it either. I was also exhausted last night when I left the office." 

"All right, sir. Do you want me to make you some coffee?" I look at my wrist watch. "In forty minutes you have your first meeting." 

"Well, we're ahead. I can't imagine the disaster that would have been if Mr. Mendes had come to see me for the meeting and I wasn't here." He says. 

"Mr. Mendes? John Mendes?" 

"Exactly. Official in the United Kingdom, please receive him with courtesy." He says. 

"Got it. I have not practiced my English for some time, but the courtesy phrases are incorporated fluently." 

"It's okay. I think he will come in the company of Zenia Comte, his wife. We don't know yet. After what happened to his son, always one of the two is behind to prevent the press from exploding against them..." He tells me. 

I'm surprised he's trying to have a conversation with me. I wonder how lonely he will be. 

"I have seen the news." I assimilate. "I hope that Xavier Mendes recovers soon." 

"Yeah. By the way, Miss Western... Forty minutes says, right?" 

"Yes, sir." He watches me. I know that look. It's the same dilated pupils and inquisitive attitude that was planted in me last night when he scrutinized me from top to bottom. 

"Close the door, please." My breath is heavy. 

"Sure, sir." I walk to the door a little afraid, and he clears. "But you stay inside, please."

Oh, my god!

"S... Yes, sir." I drink my saliva down. My gaze intersects with that of Vania as soon as she sees me close the door. 

"Are you okay?" He asks me modulating with his lips. And instinctively the only thing I can answer is to bite my lower lip. 

Here we go...

"Lock it." Black's thick, manly voice reaches my ears too close. I do not know at what point this man in clothes has been able to move with the stealth of a cougar until he is behind me, as if he were about to devour his prey. 

My hand clutched the handle. He places his hand over mine when I pass the key. His huge erection is pressed against my waist and my body temperature rises. 

"Can you make time for something, Miss Western?" I gulped. 

Now I understand why you didn't fire me. 

"Something...like what, Mr. Hamilton?" I ask with a completely defenseless voice, but with an unknown appetite inside me.

He presses himself even more against my body and carries one hand up to my waist. 

"Come closer," he says. 

Taking me to the set of armchairs in his living room and placing his hand on my waist, he sits on the gray sofa of three bodies. 

"Something fast we can do." He tells me.

And I step aside to get on my knees in front of him. Waiting for the fly to be lowered, but it does not, but he's staring at me with his elbows resting on his knees. 

"What's going on?" He asks me. And he raises my gaze with his index finger under my chin. 

No...he wants me to...? 

"No, Miss Western." 

Oh, hell! 

"I want to fuck you hard!" 

Oh, Hell. 

Lord...

"Yes?" I ask in shock. He gets even closer to me. Sitting on the edge of the armchair. 

Me on my knees in front of him. His hot breath is too close to my skin. 

"I... I can't." 

"What?" Suddenly it seems that a wall rises between us. 

"That.... I can't right now." I mumble. 

"Ah, well... Maybe at lunchtime. I'll give you more time, Miss Wester." He says. 

"No, sir..." 

"What's going on, Mina?" To call me directly by my name I perceive it as an attempt to narrow the distance that I have suddenly raised between the two. 

"I'm sorry, Mr. Hamilton, I don't think you can have me that easily." 

"Why?" He asks. 

Words come out with a burst of shame from my mouth. "I'm...virgin..."