Chapter 5 - His Secret Obsession

Eros Ramazzotti

“Holy shit, Athena” I mutter.

Athena smiles at me. “Oh boy is that a yes or a no"??”

“It good, it's okay you look Damn good.” I look her up and down, mesmerized. “It’s just a surprise. That’s all.”

She lifts an eyebrow at me. “A bigger surprise than seeing me in a towel?”

“Actually, yes,” I reply. It’s not just the clingy dress that snags my interest, although it certainly did. But her face looks so different, too. She’s done something different with her makeup. It’s not like she painted on a new face. No, the differences are subtle, but powerful.

“Why aren't you putting on your glasses tonight?” I ask.

"Emm, like I have a confession to make.”

“Let me guess.”

“Yup. I don’t actually need glasses,” she says, her lips curving up in a wicked grin. “I took your advice.”

“My advice?”He scoffs I'm shock

She nods. “You told me to try new outfits and to change my hair. So I did.”

“Yes, you did,” I say slowly, still unable to tear my eyes from her luscious curves. “I just didn’t expect the change to happen so soon.”

She shrugs, making her breasts jiggle enticingly. “Why wait? The cat’s out of the bag. No sense in going back to my baggy old clothes.” She leans forward conspiratorially.

I now get a waft of her perfume mixed with the smell of skin.

“I hated them with all my heart,” she admits.

“I’m sure you did,” I answer automatically. I’m too overwhelmed by the sucker punch delivered by her scent for my brain to work.

She looks at me from under her lashes and smiles slowly.

I shake my head in disbelief. “Who the hell are you, Athena Ramirez?"

“Maybe it’s time for you to find out.”

“Maybe,” I say softly.

She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth.

At this action my cock twitches with interest. “Come on,” I urge impatiently. “We don’t want to be late.”

“Good idea,” she agrees and starts walking in front of me.

My eyes still rove over her body and ass freely, now that she can’t see me looking. Her hips sway enticingly below her trim waist, hypnotizing me, keeping my eyes glued to it.

Heat flares inside me. Athena had been sexy in just a towel, but now she blows me away with how hot she looks. It’s like the woman who disappeared into her hotel room never came back out. This is someone else. Someone irresistible.

A sexy temptress reborn!!

Even in her previous life, I guess I’ve always secretly found her attractive. She was always more than her baggy sweaters and her thick glasses. There’d always been a spark there. A hint of some sexual magnetism, but I’d always been able to ignore those stirrings. I’m not sure I can ignore them anymore.

We step into the elevator and I hit the button to the lobby.

Athena stands beside me, looking straight ahead, and saying nothing.

Since I don’t want to ogle her directly, I stare at her reflection on the mirrored walls of the elevator.

Her full, ripe breasts swell against the bodice of her dress. She’s not showing a lot of cleavage, but somehow, it’s one of the sexiest damn dresses I’ve ever seen. It’s like the towel. It shows off everything while revealing nothing.

My cock throbs in my pants. I shift my suit jacket to hide my growing erection. I close my eyes to shut the image of her out of my head. Control yourself, dammit. Stop gawking at her like a hormonal teenager.

Even with my eyes shut, I still see her. In my imagination, I’m there, too. I’m pressed up against her from behind. My hands slide up her dress, up her smooth, flawless skin. All the way up. Until my fingers encounter wet folds.

I open my eyes before things go too far. Athena is my assistant. I can’t have these thoughts about her. She’s been strong enough to keep things between us professional. I’d be smart to do the same.

I swore I’d never be so crass as to seduce my assistant. It’s cheap and tawdry. Not because she’s beneath me or anything like that. It’s because I don’t want to be that guy. I refuse to be the cliché businessman who takes advantage of his secretary. I’m not that. I won’t be that.

Deep down, this is the real reason I had my rule. Not to protect me from them, but to protect them from me. And in a way, to protect me from myself.

I enjoy sex. I’m not ashamed of that fact. The problem is, once I see a woman I really, really want, I have to have her. It’s a compulsion, a burning need that won’t go away until it’s satisfied.

Now, I want Athena .

We sit beside each other in the limo on the way to the restaurant. Night has fallen over Shanghai and the world outside our windows is lit by glowing storefronts and neon signs. The lights paint her face in shifting colors, giving her an ethereal quality. Almost like she’s not real.

ion of beauty. She’s thrown my world off-balance. I can’t concentrate. I

appened feels like a

nts. I’m too distracted. Athena is the only thing I can think about ri

need time to get my head straight. Time away from her. Instead, she will be sitt

broad strokes of my plans. Athena knows the numbers. The details. If a client has a specific question, she’s usually the one to talk

aurant, and they s

ok desperate. The potential clients arrive shortly after. Four Chinese businessmen. Th

rt is easy. All I do is ask a lot of questions. It makes the client feel like

ake too long either. Normally, I have a natural feel for when it’s time to strike, but not toni

t against mine. Her hand brushes my sleeve and I fucking get hard. Christ, I have it so bad for

he’s not showi

een her. Cool, confident, and fun. Before I know it, she’s t

at her i

about the change. She’s not pretending to be something she’s not tonight. This is her. The rea

my hang ups about beautiful women forced her to hold back. Her initiative triggers

stop her

o the conversation without interrupting her rhythm. For the first time, the sales pitch is an equal effort between Athena and me. We make a

e’re i

to anything yet, but I’m sure they will. They order us another round of

omplicated. Or, at least, they’re getting complicated for me. I can’t stop thinking about her as more than just my assist

decline the

r eyes are glittering and

se to her. The smell of her perfume surrounds me. I inhale it like a drug. She sm

o drink,” s

ying to get

ons only occur when everybody is sloshed. The next morning all is f

o reality. “Right. Shit. I knew

protocols. But I lost sight of that because I have other things on my mind tonight. Better t

all lift our glasses and drink. My head

’s hot outside. It matches the inferno burning

e singing tunelessly. They could barely stand. The

l is in

es Athena arranged for them, and almost fall in myself.

d in the heat of the n

na swaying

e backseat and go around to the other side. My entrance is not a grac

You’re drunk, Mr

e seat. “Yes, I am, Miss

feel of her against me. I perk up a bit through my drunken haze. It’s just her arm lean

e night. I’m trying not to get swept up in th

say. “You’re the one who

suddenly, it’s difficult to breathe.

, I’m im

you say that to al

f she belongs to me. Warm feelings fill my chest. I’m not sure if it’s her or the a

ir,” she says, staring into my eyes. Her cheeks are flushed, making

She has no idea of the effect she has on me. She’s just drunk and almost certainly jetlagged. My insides clench at the feeling of

ng me with you on thi

ehind. After how you handled yourself tonight,

out of the country before. And certainly, never to a place like this.” She t

ng through my body. Desire rises up in me, hot and hard. The longer I spe

he adds. “When I accidentally drank I threw up all

e I had this much fun"S

mouth before I can stop

ose sensuous hazel eyes

I reach down and

nt to hear


y pro

entangling my little fing

s, “I think you’re really, really, r

pull it away from her. I let it rests high on her thigh. My fingertips caress her skin so

is crossing a line, but she feels so damn good. I

ontentment and nes

gher. Her skin is pale in the darkness. My eyes savor every inch of flesh as more and more is

t my arm. It makes me bolder. I slide her dress up more, to the point where I can almost

movement is hiking her dress up farther, revealing the white lace of her panties. My

over her panties. She’s soaking wet. She moans again

g it feel like nothing at all is separating me from her. Athena grabs my wrist, and I


part her silky folds and I plunge a digit into her wetness. She gasps and clenches

. I stroke her hair with one hand while I work the other furiously between her thighs. She squirms and rub

ody is squirming that she can’t hold back any longer.

k at her. Our eyes meet, and I see my own desire refle

ops. I look out the wi

t upstairs

ally doin