Eros Ramazzotti
2 years later ..
So it's been 2 years since Athena has been working for me. He dosen't know if he should call himself crazy for the way he acts around her sometimes. Strangely enough he has no idea why his eyes are always pinned on her when she's so poorly and badly dressed, she's definitely not like the models he date or even plays around with, and even now he can't believe how fucking irritated he is right now.
For the past 2 years he found himself secretly drooling after her and he just can't find the reason why! She's freaking married although sometimes he wishes she wasn't..
He has definitely lost count of how his embarrassed himself in front of her and fucking flirted with her.
Fury slams into my head. The guy at the immigration counter continues to look her up and down. Then the smarmy bastard lifts his eyebrow in a completely inappropriate way. My hand clenches the handle of my briefcase to stop myself from going over to him, knocking his head off, and shoving it up his ass
Jesus. Christ!
Where the hell did that come from?
What's she turned him into??
Athena Ramirez is not my girlfriend. She’s my damn PA! She works under me, scratch that, for me. Plus, she’s married. I never mix business with pleasure. And she is the last person to turn my head. I’m pretty certain that I’ve never met a woman who is more determined to look like someone’s grandmother. Terrible nerdy glasses, not a lick of makeup, severe bun, dowdy clothes. She’s got it all.
Working with Athena Ramirez unattractive self for 2 good damn years is a whole new freaking level of change. He has never had just one secretary for that long, but here she is, With him on a business trip in Shanghai china.
Although, to be honest, her utter lack of sex appeal was one of the reasons I hired her. I make it a point not to work with attractive women. I didn’t always have that line in the sand, but I’m thirty-four now, and I’ve bedded enough women to know the score
Basically, I’m sex on a stick.
That’s not bragging or conceit. It’s just the way things are. I see the looks I get from women when I walk by. Their eyes widen, their lips part, and they focus on me like nothing else in the world exists. Throw in the fact I’m filthy rich into the equation and suddenly, I’m irresistible. That’s fine outside of the office, but in an office environment, it’s a damn nightmare.
I want to keep things strictly professional. Partly, because I don’t need that kind of complication, but mostly, I just don’t want to be the guy who bangs his secretary. I find the whole idea sleazy and vulgar. It’s not who I am.
Hiring married, dowdy women like Athena Ramirez makes it easy to stick to my rule. Even if they are the type to cheat on the side, they understand I’m not in their league. It’s great for me too; I’ll never be distracted or tempted. Sure, some men might find her sexy. Notice the reaction of the fool at the counter, but not me. My type runs to models, ‘it’ girls, or just straight up bimbos. At least, this is how it’s supposed to work in theory. And how it has worked for the last two months she’s been with me.
Peanuts for brains returns her passport and she hurries to join me. My theory has worked for the last two months and there is no reason it should not work for the foreseeable future. Deliberately, I glower at her.
“Sorry, it took so long,” she says meekly, tucking her passport into her purse.
“Try to keep up, Mrs. Ramirez.” Turning on my heel, I start striding away. I can hear her sensible librarian shoes clacking on the polished floor as she jogs alongside. I know I’m being an ass, but I’m still reeling from the crazy moment in my head when I got all possessive over her.
My nostrils flare suddenly. “What’s that smell?”
She blushes. “One of the stewardesses spilled some sardines on me.”
Now, I can’t help staring at the color seeping up her neck and into her cheeks. I frown with irritation. I’m losing it. What’s wrong with me? Sure, I’ve been working flat out all week and I was exhausted before the nineteen-hour flight from New York, but this just isn’t me. I don’t lust after my secretaries. Especially, plain Janes like her.
I glance at her brown turtle-neck top. “We’re in Shanghai. Why are you dressed as if we are on a trip to Alaska?”
“Uh…huh, I thought it might be cold in the hotel,” she mutters, her eyes sliding away.
I shake my head and carry on walking towards baggage claim shaking my head.
The airport is ultra-modern and clean, but it’s packed with travelers, clogging up the walkways in the terminal. Although, the crowd parts easily in front of me. I tower over most of the people here. They move out of my way like I’m going to knock them over if they don’t. It’s not far from the truth. I feel impatient and restless. I put it down to the fact that I’ve got a lot riding on this trip.
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