Chapter 8 7

The alarm sounded at 6:00 a.m. m. Almost feeling like a kid again, excited for her first day of school, she bolted out of bed and headed for the bathroom. She put on some music before getting into the shower. As she washed her long hair, she sang.

-And if you decide to come, baby, oh, uh, oh, I won't take long to kiss you, eh, eh, eh... Ma, ma, ma, baby, oh, uh, oh, oh, I've always been for you.

-I see that we are with all the batteries, little sister! Catherine yelled at him from the other side of the door.

"The thing is, she's eager to start her new job!" Erika exclaimed, emphasizing the word "anxious."

In a way, yes.

April spent much of the night thinking about what to do with what she was proposing to her, Santino, and she came to the conclusion that she should accept. Although she put aside her law career due to her parents' accident and in order to take care of Cathy, at some point she would return to her studies, and working for one of the most successful lawyers in the country would be advantageous and fruitful in the future. field of law. She would learn a lot about the field, and that would help her train as a critical and effective criminal defense attorney.

She, before the death of her parents, wanted to go to the branch of civil law, but after that terrible episode in her life, the only thing she had in mind was to be able to graduate to look for the cretin who took the life of her parents and he paralyzed his sister and then fled the scene. She also couldn't ignore the fact that Santino managed to drive her crazy and that deep down, although not so much, she liked how he touched her, how he insinuated himself. She had never felt so excited in her life, and to be honest, excited with herself. She delayed signing the agreement for the simple fact that she liked how she talked to her; listening to her say how she wanted to fuck her generated something between her legs that she had never known with another man. Only for that sensation as exquisite as it was exciting her was that she made herself desired and begged.

"Shut up," she said seriously as she came out of the shower wrapped in her towel.

"Are you going to tell me not to get hot and wet knowing that you'll be working with that Greek god who's groping you without even asking your permission?" April rolled her eyes and Erika smiled. You are very slutty. She," she burst out laughing.

"Don't put me in a bad mood, okay?" She - she She pretended to be offended just so she wouldn't show how turned on she got by her just imagining that she would be sharing the office with Santino.

-Moodily? Her friend of hers laughed exaggeratedly in her face. Of course, because knowing that he can even fuck you there, on top of the desk, on top of the papers of some important case, puts you in a bad mood," she said sarcastically. Do not make me laugh. Go on, get pretty and show him who April Evans is.

Erika left the scene and April went to the room they shared to choose what to wear on her first day of work.

The first outfit was a see-through blouse and dress pants, but she quickly discarded it, since she didn't see any employees wearing pants. Besides, if she intended to have some casual, fiery encounter, a skirt would be most comfortable. On the other hand, the blouse was too transparent. She also didn't want her to think that she was going through life looking for some cock to satisfy her sexual hunger because her boyfriend was a jerk in bed. The second outfit consisted of a skirt that was too short, barely covering her buttocks, and a fringed off-the-shoulder blouse. She quickly dismissed it when she realized that the skirt was too short and that with the blouse it looked ridiculous. She then she saw the perfect suit in her closet; a knee-length black skirt with a fitted white shirt that perfectly highlighted her figure and a jacket the color of the skirt. She paired the outfit with cancan stockings, which would give her skin that tanned hue, and she finished it off with black stiletto heels. As a hairstyle, she made a bun with her fringe to the side and some highlights that fell from the beginning of it. Then she painted her lips in a nude tone. She applied a bit of eyeliner and mascara to deepen her gaze and a bit of blush on her cheekbones, and voila.

-Perfect. She - she looked at herself in the mirror as her sister and Erika entered. The latter spit out the coffee. Erika! Ella -she scolded her because in that act of spitting she almost stained her outfit.

Are you going to work or to a funeral? Why so much black? "She" suppressed laughter. You look like a mature woman, not to say an old woman... You know the rest. She grabbed her black sack between two fingers and made a disgusted gesture.

"Stop it, Erika! So I'm fine. She looked at herself in the mirror again and smiled. No matter what her friend said, she looked fabulous. It's 7:00 a.m. m., I have to go to work.

"You'll say fuck," she corrected her, very convinced.

April glared at her.

-To work. Is it difficult for you to connect your neurons at this hour, Erika?

She shrugged her shoulders.

She took a deep breath before leaving her house and headed towards the office.

On the way, which lasted thirty minutes, he began to review everything he had to say to her so that it would not appear as if she accepted the job because he manifested obsessive sexual desires towards her, although a large part of her decision was based on that. . She had to defend the idea that she only accepted the job because she needed it. Regarding the agreement, the reality was that she was curious. Something deep down told her that she would end up accepting him, only that would mean feeling like a prostitute, and she was far from being one, but what other qualifier could she give her body as many times as that man wanted for 250,000? Dollars? There was no other, and anyone would refer to the same thing: sell his body in exchange for money.

When he reached the great and imposing building, he felt his heart begin to beat faster. Besides, she felt too light. She was nervous. How would she receive it? With what face would she see him in her eyes after the exciting interview the day before? In that moment she remembered that time when her hand slipped under her bottoms and buried two fingers inside her or when he forced her to touch his hard cock. Thinking about it and reliving it made him turn on her body and her breasts; Her nipples ached from just perceiving that exquisite sensation. She erased those hot thoughts from her mind and from her body, she took a deep breath and walked into the building. She announced herself at the reception saying that she was attending the signing of the employment contract with Mr. Rivas. She ushered him into her office, though she informed him that he had not yet arrived. She headed for the elevator. While she waited for the doors to close, she took from her bag that book she was reading, I am Eric Zimmerman by Megan Maxwell, the same one that made her addicted to the hallucinations of a man like him possessing her body.

-I'm Eric Zimmerman... -What pathetic and stupid woman put the book in front of her eyes vertically in a contract signing? Nobody... Oh, no, wait, yes: an April Evans. Her voice penetrated her so hard that her groin was already bracing for whatever was to come. She didn't know that you liked erotic literature, Miss Evans. She didn't know how to utter a word, she just nodded with her lips glued together. Do you know what the protagonist of that wonderful literary work and I have in common? Her," she questioned, very close to her body. She shook her head mesmerized by his masculinity. That we both like the same thing on a sexual level -she stopped for a moment and she thought-, but I go further.

For some reason, she needed to know more.

"Like Christian Grey?" Her," she whispered mesmerized by her black eyes.

"Ummm, maybe something," she got close enough to make every last hair on her body stand on end, "but I like being more sadistic."

That confession made her drop the book from her hands. Instead of bending down to pick it up, she just stared at it like a fool. He managed a smile and crouched as slowly as deviously, watching her. He picked up the book from the ground. As he sat up, with the corner of the book he traced a path from her ankles to his thighs, making her feel the chill of the paperback seep through her stocking. She ran it across his lower belly and then between her legs until she brought it to her mouth. In her fucking life, wanting a book back had been so exciting.

"Thank you," she barely managed to say.

"I knew you'd come." He changed the subject drastically.

"Yes," she stammered quickly, "it's just that I need...

He interrupted her.

-What you need is to accept and sign the agreement. It's making me reach the limits of desire and I don't know what I can be capable of.

Got damn! How could this man be so exciting?

Luckily, the doors opened and the role of a serious and distant man was present.

"Good morning," he greeted some colleagues who passed him. They answered him by treating him of you or of a lawyer.

When they finally reached her office, she stood outside.

When he entered and finished arranging her things, realizing that she remained outside of her looking at him nervous and embarrassed, he invited her to come in.

"Are you waiting for an invitation?" Him," he inquired upon seeing her detained there. She denied. Then it happens, that's how we talk about labor issues.

She hurried past and sat down in the chair across from her desk.

Immediately afterwards, he sat down and took her out of her drawer, the same one from which she took those folders, in which one said her name, her employment contract and then handed it to him.

-Well, her working day is six hours a day with the possibility of extending it if necessary. It will keep the order of the entire section A, B and C, files with the cases that are in judicial process. I may need her to do some paperwork at the Palace of Justice or she may come with me for a particular reason when carrying out a trial or hearing. His salary will be 70,000 pesos per month and everything he has to do outside of working hours will be paid as additional. Under this agreement, you can sign and complete your information at the bottom of the page.

While he explained her responsibilities as her secretary, she read carefully, as well as concentrated, the points of the contract in case there was something she was not clear about. It was better to raise it before putting the hook to him. Santino leaned back and looked at her. Although she attended too formal, he couldn't stop thinking about how sensual and beautiful she was, especially how hot she made him.

She felt the heaviness of her gaze and, as if it were an involuntary tic, she bit her lower lip. This time he didn't say anything, just narrowed his gaze at her. He needed to see more skin, and with what he was wearing she could barely see her neck. Then he broke the silence.

"Does she plan to come dressed like this every day?" Her, she wanted to know.

That question took her by surprise.

"What's wrong with my clothes?" She - she She felt very embarrassed.

"It doesn't let me appreciate its attributes."

Then she understood what she meant.

She turned her gaze back to the contract, which she was still reading, when she suddenly broke into her calm.

"Is he always like this with his employees?" She looked up. He made a gesture as if to ask what she meant. Are you always stalker with your secretaries? She -was more direct so there would be no doubt about what she was interested in knowing.

"Not with all of them," she kept silent and licked her lips, "only with someone who is capable of making my cock hard even if she dresses like her grandmother."

That was too direct an innuendo, causing her to stop reading her and lock her eyes on his.

"Don't be offended, Mr. Rivas," she said seriously.

Her answer didn't surprise her at all.

-What offends you? Telling her that she dresses like she's making fun of her or that she makes my dick hard as a rock?

She rolled her eyes, smiled, and shook her head.

She finished reading the contract and signed it. From that moment on, she would be the personal secretary of Mr. Santino Rivas. She for a moment she stared at him; he reviewed the document and stamped each page. Then he enveloped her in intrigue. She knew that what he was proposing was to be her sex slave, but what did being her slave entail? Boss and maid style humiliations? Because if she were like that, she would never allow it. She only knew traditional sex, although she wanted a man like Eric Zimmerman in her life. So, just as he could be so blatant in those comments, she could inquire about what being her sex slave entailed.

"Mr. Rivas," she called her attention. Although he didn't bother to look at her, he listened to her perfectly. "In that happy agreement that you offer me, what exactly does being a slave imply?"

Her question took him by surprise and she encouraged him, since he was sure that she was interested in accepting it.

"Do you really want to know?" he asked in a husky, seductive voice. She nodded, so she pulled the agreement out of the drawer. So let's get started.