Chapter 9 Once again, on paper

Ah, the client, I can imagine how furious they must be, but wishing for me to lose my job... that's not right.

I walk towards the bathroom with the intention of locking myself in and taking the bubble bath I had planned.

"Daddy, you are absolutely right to complain and protest, there is no explanation that can justify what I did," I lie. Obviously, I cannot tell him that it was because of my primary job, as this is my second one.

"That's not all, I've been calling you and..." He falls silent, still angry. Can I control him and relax him at the same time? "Well, I'll forgive you if you tell me what was so important that you hung up on me and ignored my calls."

Fantastic, this seems like a jealousy scene... he's asking for an explanation that I shouldn't give him.

"Work, Daddy. Besides calls, I have another job. I'm sorry for everything that happened, I didn't mean to ignore you," I hear him inhale. "I accept if I stop being one of your favorites."

Yes, reverse psychology. I hope he doesn't leave, obviously, it's all a strategy. That man pays very well.

"I have a proposal for you. I'll forget everything if you surprise me now," he suggests, and I am speechless. "Do you accept?"

"I accept," I reply immediately. "May I ask what you would like specifically?"

"You can start by surprising me. Tell me what would happen if we both met on the train as complete strangers."

Hmm, he has a good imagination and I think it's my fault, but here we go.

"The redhead is an excessive, hot girl; in thought and passion. Like every workday, being a secretary, she takes the train to go to work."

"And I lose track of time until someone touches my shoulder. Yes. It was a beautiful woman who asked if the seat was taken. I made eye contact with her, and I was hypnotized by the light red dress she was wearing. With a huge smile, I moved away and offered her the seat at the back. She turned her back to move to the back of the seat."

"Everything was happening in slow motion, and without realizing it, he couldn't take his eyes off her backside," and I join in the dialogue, beautiful imagination, the two of us. "She sat down and, after a tired sigh, placed her bag on her feet, while he couldn't stop staring at her legs. He knew how attractive she was; with that red mane that reached her shoulders, and not forgetting the red dress she was wearing, matching her hair."

Minutes passed, and he couldn't forget the woman's presence. Out of the corner of his eye, he didn't lose sight of her legs, especially with the sheer stockings disappearing inside that dress that was beginning to trigger too many fantasies to fulfill.

Their eyes continued to avoid each other, but she could tell that he couldn't take his eyes off her legs. Unintentionally, she smiled slightly with malice, which she liked because she had been under a lot of pressure lately. "Work pressure." That project she was working on wasn't going as she wanted, and they spent almost all their time in the office, with barely any time for themselves.

"Suddenly she caught his attention, taking advantage of him being hypnotized by her legs; she leaned back in her seat and slowly opened her legs, lifting her dress a bit more, almost reaching the middle of her thighs. She signaled to him through her leg, opening it a bit more and moving it towards him. Instantly, a spark ignited.

They still didn't look at each other, but she noticed his breathing was heavy, which annoyed her even more. She moved her left hand to the edge of her dress and pulled it up a bit, revealing the end of her white lace stockings.

He shifted a bit, feeling his friend stretching. She moistened her lower lip after letting out a soft moan. And that was the signal for him. He slowly moved his hand towards her groin. She reacted with a gasp.

He continued to move up and up, sliding his hand over the stockings until he touched her soft foot. She liked the delicacy with which he touched her, increasing her desire until she asked him to start, as his touches were torturing her. He nodded and used his index finger to push past a tiny entrance that was blocking his way. With a triumphant smile, he entered, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest as he felt how wet she was. She closed her eyes, letting go. He looked around, watching for anyone coming, and took advantage of the moment to plunge into that deep ocean in which he wouldn't mind drowning.

The redhead let out another moan, this time louder than before, and moved her hand toward his groin to feel his desire. He intensified his movements while she continued to stroke him over his pants, urging him on. She swallowed as if trying to recover some of the fluid she was losing. He didn't pretend to stop. The sound of the train, as it ran along the tracks, drowned out the sound of that beating in the water, that uncontrolled hurricane that he tried to calm with his hands and that he ended up taming when she contracted her pelvis, opening her mouth and struggling to calm the scream that would give her away when she exploded. He squeezed her groin tightly. She bit her lower lip as she watched the hurricane finally recede, leaving everything in its wake out of control.

He withdrew his hand from inside her dress and sat up straight in his seat. She lowered her dress and closed her legs, still feeling her body trembling."

"Ah... Can I get to know you?" he asks, and that makes me freeze. "I was hoping not to call you again, but with this, I think I never will. You have me going crazy." That flatters me, and suddenly my heart starts pounding so hard I want to run away and shout to the world that I can keep doing what I do. "But... I want you to promise me that you won't hang up on me again. I'll respect your schedule, although there's a possibility that one day I'll ask you to stop working, since you'll earn more with me than with anyone else."

This has to be celebrated. Is it an old man calling me? Noooo, I don't think so, because his way of thinking and how easily he talks to me tells me he's a young man.

"Thank you for understanding."

"I'll call you three or four times. I wish you good night, rest well, and you won't have an excuse tomorrow when I call." This time he softens his voice and keeps it at the moment when I wake up, tomorrow at six in the morning, and the others will be at night. "I hope none of those leave me hanging, because then you won't get another chance."

"Thank you"

He throws the excuses in my face.

"Good night"

+HARRY+

I look at the clock and think for a few seconds, should I call her or not?

No, it's too late now, and I have to go to the company, there are a couple of things I need to fix, and besides, my mother wants to take me to lunch with the intention of introducing me to one of her candidates. I guess she's anxious because I'm still single. Oh, I don't think that's a sin, but she insists on marrying me to give a good image to our surname, and above all, one wants a grandchild.

There are a couple of things my mother doesn't understand, and one of them is that I'm an adult and can do whatever I want; have or not have a woman.

Thinking of women, I feel a little lost in the beauty of the girl who works for me. However, the woman behind that application has dazzled me. (She has all my attention)

I joined that application for a reason; my friend Harper. He got it for me, even swore to me that I wouldn't regret it, especially when there's one of the girls who are in the top 1, according to him, she earned it not because of her sweet voice but because of the brilliance, sensuality, and imagination she has for the clients. The domination of making men submissive is one of her attributes, that's what caught my attention, and I didn't hesitate to check it out. Although not everything is perfect, since yesterday, she drove me crazy by simply cutting me off in the middle of a good conversation. She left me hot, and that doesn't go away just like that! The worst part is that I was in my office and had no choice but to explode in fury, taking it out on my secretary and finally on my friend.

At night, I thought of going to my friend's club to relax and, at the same time, confront her. However, all that disappeared when I saw that girl. The one who knows about sexual games. Without a doubt, she caught my attention because I didn't think she would come to the entrance of hell.