Secretary, Do You Want to Sleep With Me? Chapter 6

By Alejandro

The week passed, and the new girl responded excellently to everything I asked of her, whether it was reports, external communications, or preparing the boardroom.

What I didn't like was that every manager, director, or businessman who came by had a compliment for her.

It seemed everyone was fascinated, and if she brought us coffee or a report, all eyes were on her.

It's not that she dressed provocatively, just enough to be attractive, but she was a temptation.

I told her to go to HR and sort out her passport with Susana.

She did it without asking too many questions.

On Monday, I arrived with another terrible headache, the result of too much alcohol and too little rest.

She brought me two aspirin and a double coffee.

"Sorry, sir, but if you try massaging your temple, there's a strategic point that..."

"Are you a nurse?"

"No..."

I don't know why I treat her like that. Actually, I do know. I treat everyone like that.

But she gave me the idea to ask her to massage me. Next time, I'll ask her.

Even though I didn't insist on sleeping with her, I didn't discard the idea.

I arrived at the office with a girl who was my type: platinum blonde, good legs, tall, and fairly large breasts. I told Valeria not to let anyone interrupt me.

Of course, after a while, the whole floor must have heard this woman's moans, which weren't that pleasant. They were too loud, and her breasts, although large, were quite saggy.

I prefer them not so big and perkier.

But since she was there, a quickie didn't hurt.

When I told her I had to get back to work, she said she'd wait for me to finish.

Damn, I had a lot of work.

She insisted we have dinner together.

I can't stand insistent women.

Without giving her a choice, I told her to leave her details with my secretary so I could call her.

I practically threw her out.

"Valeria, take the lady's information, in my personal agenda, I have an urgent meeting."

I left her there, and when they were together, I couldn't help but compare them. Damn, my secretary was beautiful. Not many women compare to her, let alone surpass her.

A few minutes later, I saw the building's security escorting her to the door. Yes, I don't like strangers hanging around.

I called Valeria on the intercom.

"Did you get her information?"

I asked when she came into my office.

"Yes, sir."

"Erase it."

She looked at me, not understanding.

"She's not worth a second time."

I said it as if I were my friend Omar.

"I'll erase it... sir."

Now, don't tell me that "sir" was respectful because it sounded completely sarcastic.

The next day, I went out with a pretty girl and saved her name and cell number.

When I saw Valeria, I asked her to send a bouquet of flowers and some jewelry and to sign the card for me.

"What do you want the card to say?"

"I don't know, whatever you think of. You're beautiful, I had a good time, anything like that. It's all the same. Add a necklace or earrings, something like that. Never, ever, a ring."

The next day, I went out with that woman, but after the sex, I was no longer attracted to her.

That's how I am. No woman in the world holds my attention for long.

When I arrived at the office the next day, I saw Valeria talking to the director of the perfume chain. She was seducing him, and as an experienced man, I knew the desire she provoked in him. It was the same desire she provoked in me.

It wasn't possible for her to reject me and accept that loser.

I got in a bad mood.

"Carlos, what do you need?"

My voice came out louder than I expected, and Valeria was startled.

"I was waiting for you while enjoying a chat with your new secretary."

He said it in front of her, and Valeria smiled at him.

She never smiled at me like that. The smiles she gave me were out of obligation.

Did she like this idiot?

We went into my office, and he talked about some imports. I wasn't sure what he was talking about. I was furious and didn't know why.

I didn't give him any answers. I didn't have any. I told him to talk to Omar.

When he left my office, instead of heading to the elevator, he went to Valeria's desk. I followed him and called her in a very bad mood.

She came right away. I think I scared her.

"Yes, sir, tell me."

I was about to tell her that we don't flirt with anyone here, but I realized she might think I was jealous, and that wasn't the case, not at all.

"We have to travel to the United States in five days. Book two adjoining rooms, check some agenda for the hotels I always go to. We'll be there for a week, on my plane."

"Yes, sir."

And again, that obligatory smile.

"Talk to Susana about the clothes. I need you to bring two cocktail dresses."

"Yes, sir."

She replied, blushing.

Come on, with that body and that mouth, she can't be shy.

Still in a bad mood, I decided to call one of the girls who sometimes come to my office.

At 11 in the morning, I heard her introduce herself to Valeria.

"Alejandro called me."

"I'll announce you, miss. Your name?"

"Gigi."

My intercom buzzed, and she announced her.

Gigi was stunning, not discreet in her dressing, almost vulgar, but extremely sexy.

Platinum blonde, fake breasts that looked like they were about to pop out of her neckline, tall, long legs, her butt wasn't the best, but with everything else, she was more than fine.

An hour later, after a blowjob and a quickie, I asked her to leave. Another one who didn't like it at all. I have work to do. What does she expect?

But since I've called her a few times before, she endured the situation.

As if she knew what to do, Valeria had already called security, and when we left my office, they were waiting for Gigi.

I looked at Valeria, and she had that smile that always seemed like commitment to me.

I looked at both of them together, and damn, Valeria was beautiful. Even though Gigi was almost my height and her breasts were spilling out of her neckline, she seemed vulgar compared to Valeria's suggestion.

Anyway, as soon as the elevator doors closed, I asked Valeria to send her some jewelry and reminded her not to send a ring.

Women are crazy, any ring and they think you're proposing marriage.

I was heading out for lunch and heard her talking on the phone.

"No, Emi, I work tomorrow. I can't go out tonight, and forget about me wearing the red dress. Don't shout, friend. Okay, I'll go for a bit, just to accompany you because it's opening tonight."

I made a mental note and during lunch, I asked Omar which pub, club, or bar was opening tonight.

Maybe he knew.

"Don't you have any idea about everything we're acquiring?"

"Not much."

"Today, we're opening a pub, three floors. On Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays, it turns into a club at night."

"We have to go."

He looked at me, not understanding.

"I heard my secretary talking..."

"Didn't you sleep with her?"

"No, I didn't have time. I was planning to do it in the States. I'm leaving in two days."

When I got back from lunch, she wasn't there, but she had sent me a message saying she was with Susana.

She arrived an hour later with bags from one of our boutiques.

I was dying to see what Susana had chosen for her for the trip.

By now, Susana must know that I hadn't slept with my secretary. It never took me more than two days to have sex.

Susana knows I like striking women. I hope the dresses she picked for Valeria are to my liking.

We were in the most exclusive section of the pub. I always go out with Omar and Gastón, another one of my best friends. The three of us are usually inseparable, but Gastón was traveling, and at that moment, it was just Omar and me. Sometimes Carlos and some of the directors our age join us.

Today, I didn't tell anyone. I didn't want them to see Valeria outside the office. I hadn't even admitted it to myself so openly.

We saw some girls, five or six, dancing alone, all dressed very strikingly.

"Look at the tits on the one in white," Omar said to me.

I looked, but my gaze stopped on a girl in red.

"The one next to the one in white is your secretary."

She was the one I was looking at.

She didn't look like herself.

She was wearing a killer dress, a mini-skirt, short, more than short, with rings or hoops connecting it on the sides, and the same detail on the sleeves. It was tight, and from where we were, it seemed like she couldn't wear underwear with it.

I thought about it, and my blood started to boil.

We went down the stairs together.

Omar was on the hunt with the one in white.

She was hot, but Valeria eclipsed her for me.

When she saw me, I was already next to her.

She was surprised to see me.

She smiled, and it wasn't out of obligation. I had caught her off guard.

"Hi."

"Hi."

I took her hand and led her to a corner.

She was perfect.

She had very high sandals. She reached my nose. Normally, with heels, she reaches my mouth, and that dress... it must be the one she told her friend she wouldn't wear.

She wasn't wearing a bra, and I didn't know if she had panties on.

I couldn't take my eyes off her chest. It wasn't that low-cut, but I could make out what was underneath.

It fit her like a glove.

Still holding her hand, I grabbed her waist with my other hand.

I felt a jolt of electricity through my body.

"You're beautiful," I said, unable to hide the desire in my eyes.

"Sir..."

"Stop calling me sir!"

I looked into her eyes. She was much more made up than in the office.

I shifted my gaze to her mouth.

I let go of her hand and put it on the back of her neck. I got closer to her and kissed her with the hunger I had felt since I met her. It seemed ravenous, and that's how I felt, like I had to devour her.

The hand I had on her waist slid up to her chest, and I felt her nipple harden through the fabric. I had to suppress a moan, and I swear I didn't know if she was trembling or if it was me.

I lost my mind in her mouth.

One hand slid down to her butt.

My member was hard. It felt like my pants were going to explode, and she felt it, I know.

She was as aroused as I was. She returned my kisses with fervor.

I was dying to lift her dress and bury myself in her, even though I knew I couldn't do it there.

This woman had bewitched me.

I couldn't let her go until I realized I had no control over my body. I had to make her mine, now.

"Let's go," I said, taking her hand.

She didn't move.

"Valeria, let's go."

"No, the kisses were a mistake."

"What are you saying? Let's go."

"No, I'm not going to sleep with you."

I looked at her, astonished. No woman had ever rejected me, especially after kissing me. I felt her trembling or maybe it was me, I don't know.

I think it was both of us.

But she returned my kisses. I touched her chest. She felt me...

No woman had ever burned me inside like she just did.

I turned around. I wasn't going to beg, not to anyone.