Secretary, Do You Want to Sleep With Me? Chapter 19

By Valeria

We arrived at his father's house, it looked like one of those mansions you see in movies.

I had never seen a mansion like that from the inside; the entrance hall was bigger than my apartment, and the luxury of that house, mansion, castle, palace, I didn't even know how to describe it.

I tried not to look at anything.

I imagined Emi walking in there, with how showy she was, it would have been fun to watch her behavior.

We had lunch, chatting about shallow topics. They asked me some personal questions, and I answered without hiding anything; I have nothing to hide.

We spent the afternoon talking about the event, which was going to take place in April. There were months left, but they organized everything like that and didn't leave anything to chance.

Only a few directors from Argentina would go, a few from the United States too, most were from Spain and some from France, Italy, and Germany.

"I'm going to have to learn to speak German," I joked.

But Susana and Francisco, Alejandro's father, took it seriously.

It was going to be an event for 400 or 500 people.

I ended up taking charge of many of the invitations.

And everything that could be handled online.

The next day, Susana told me to let her know as soon as I finished my college courses, to study German; they would pay for a private tutor.

I didn't know what to say; I don't know how much longer I can endure seeing Alejandro's women parade by.

I thanked her, although I wasn't so sure, not about studying, it's just that everything was really getting very difficult.

Susana has a lot of consideration and trust in me, as does Alejandro's father.

I understand that most of the employees are almost afraid of Alejandro's father, Susana, and much more of Alejandro.

I was thinking about all this when in the elevator, I ran into my former colleague, who was in another department, and she told me that I was lasting so long because I allowed Alejandro to be unfaithful to me.

"I don't have and would never have a relationship like that; I know the pain of having a boyfriend be unfaithful."

I left the conversation there.

Days later, I saw her appear on my floor.

I was really very busy; my work multiplied day by day.

When she appeared, I was talking to one of the directors from Italy, and of course, I was speaking in Italian.

"What do you need?" I asked her with a smile that, even if I wanted to, couldn't be genuine.

"I ran into Alejandro and flirted with him, it's not that hard. He asked me out, today he's going to be mine, maybe I'll end up being your boss."

Now my smile was genuine. Is she crazy?

Doesn't she know it's going to be an hour or maybe less that she'll be with Alejandro?

"Can you announce me?" she said arrogantly.

I picked up the internal phone.

"Alejandro, an employee from the fourth floor says she has an appointment with you."

"I forgot, let her in."

He has plenty of women, and this fool, before being with him, is already talking about being my boss.

"Go ahead," I said while taking a call from the United States. It wasn't Kevin, but one of the hotel partners. Since I knew what the topic was about, I talked without needing to interrupt Alejandro; I wouldn't do it at that moment anyway.

Before entering Alejandro's office, she told me that I thought I was important because I answered the phone in other languages.

"When I'm done with my business, I'll put you in your place," she finished saying and opened Alejandro's door without knocking.

35 minutes later, she came out, not as cocky as she went in.

However, she informed me, as if speaking through Alejandro.

"Start calling HR, because after this, they're going to increase my salary and might even offer me your job."

I picked up Alejandro's direct phone because he was calling me.

"I didn't call security because she works on the fourth floor."

"Let her know to go straight to her floor and not wander around the company."

"Mr. Alejandro says to go directly to the fourth floor and not wander around the company," I told her.

"I do what I want, soon I'll be the boss, and I'll put you out on the street."

I wanted to laugh in her face.

She said it yelling, I hope it was heard from Alejandro's office.

I called security to inform them to escort an employee back to her workplace.

"You don't have that much power, security won't come because you say so, I'll tell Alejandro."

She opened the door, and I heard my boss, addressing her formally, ask why she was still there.

"You had asked me out."

My internal phone rang, and it was him.

I took a few steps to his office.

"Yes, sir, tell me."

I smile at him playfully, even though it bothers and hurts me to see the parade of women.

"Security, escort the young lady to her apartment and have Susana prepare her severance, with the minimum possible compensation. And no one opens the door for her again. I don't know why you allowed this crazy woman to come back into my office."

"Sorry, sir."

I say it almost enjoying it.

He knew she came in because I didn't stop her, knowing that any employee who entered under those terms would be fired.

The girl left, who, for being an idiot, was fired, for being an idiot and a slut.

"Valeria, can you come here?"

"Tell me, Alejandro."

"Am I no longer 'sir' to you?"

I laugh.

After so many kisses, seeing him naked or in boxers, having breakfast together and... feeling his hands on my intimacy... I want him to be my lord, though I can't put it that way.

"Should I call you 'sir' again?"

"Vale... don't even think about it, I like how we are, though I need more intimacy with you."

"I already told you I'm not just another name on someone's list."

He stands up and walks around his desk, while I remain standing.

"Why did you let her in again?"

"She's an employee, not someone you picked up off the street."

"It's the same."

"She told me you were going to give her a raise and that she was going to replace me, and that when she became the owner, she would put me in my place."

I tell him with a sorrowful face.

"And you let yourself be intimidated?"

I couldn't play innocent any longer, I just wanted him to know the insults his women throw at me daily. He got used to me getting his women out of his bed, telling him, in other words, that they screw well and that he wants to see them once more, then that he doesn't want to see them again. Everything, absolutely everything, goes through me.

He was right next to me, intimidating, yes, I let myself be intimidated, but by him, though he doesn't know it, I think I hide well what he provokes in me.

I look him in the eyes and when I'm about to answer, he was too close, leaning in to kiss me.

"Alejandro, what's wrong with you? You must still have the breath of that slut."

"Are you such a saint?"

"You're insulting me."

"No, I'm just asking if you're a virgin."

"It's none of your business, but I don't have casual relationships."

"You've never slept with someone casually?"

"I have enough with getting the women who bother you off your back, seeing you parading in your underwear as if you were dressed, seeing you naked. I'm not going to tell you my intimacies."

"You know all my intimacies."

"I sincerely hope not to know more of your intimacies and you'll never know mine."

"You play hard to get."

"I am hard to get."

I say it with a huge smile, as if it were an absolute truth.

"Vale, you know I don't care about other women and that I would give you whatever you ask for, just to spend one night with you. I'd give you a million dollars, I'll give you a million dollars."

"What you're saying is offensive."

"Do you know how much a million dollars is?"

"I know, I won't have it even if I work all my life, and I understand it perfectly."

"I'll give it to you."

"You're still treating me like a prostitute."

"No, I just want to possess you."

"Ale, that's not going to happen."

I placed my hand on his chest, but I did it to push him away. Instead of moving away, he stayed close to me.

"I can't take it anymore."

I don't understand why he insists so much, if in a while he'll have another woman in his arms.

His hands roamed my body, half an hour ago he was with another.

And I feel like I'm melting from his kisses.

I moved away.

"Alejandro, half an hour ago there was another woman in my place. You know I'm not like that, even if I'm not a saint, I'm not promiscuous."

"I'm not asking you to be."

"If you kiss me and want to make love to me in the same place where you were with another just a while ago, yes, you are asking me that. Ale, you have thousands of women at your feet. I... prefer to be your secretary, your assistant, not just another one in your immense harem."

I left, I don't want to be tempted by some of his kisses, which are so deep they burn.

Does he look at all of them like that?

Does he kiss all of them like that?

I'm an idiot, on top of that, I really think about it, as if I were different for him.

I focused on my work.

For a few days, we were calm. I kept going to his apartment and kept getting his current lovers out of his bed.

I know my place, I'm content with thinking that I'm always with him.

I own a part of his life, and at least, that part, for now, I don't share with anyone.

I realize I love that he depends on me, even to give him massages or to put sugar in his coffee.

I deceive myself into thinking I'm more important than all those women together, whose names he surely doesn't even remember.