crazy about the CEO

conventionally, she didn't dare stretch out her hand in greeting. Normally I wouldn't mind, especially when it's someone female with some kind of connection to work. She preferred to avoid any confusion on the part of an employee, putting a purposeful distance as the boss, who could not say he wanted the same when it came to her. I didn't want any distance. No damn distance. And she seemed to purposely avoid touching me, so I had to take the initiative in greeting. - Oliver Prado Albuquerque e Guimarães - I introduced myself, although I doubted he didn't know who I was.

The small hand came to mine, as if it still feared the contact, even though the wide eyes remained fixed on mine. I almost found her effort to remain distant funny, but any humor disappeared the moment our skin touched and a kind of electric shock went through my body immediately. - Ce-cecília - she stammered, although she tried to maintain a confident pose. - Nice to meet you, Cecília - I let go of her hand after a while, even though it was really nice to have her in mine and I wanted to pull her towards me. - The pleasure is mine, Mr. Oliver. My blood flowed hot, my body alight with recognition, my heart beating like crazy in my chest. And if I could guess, she wasn't as indifferent to me as I was to her. - Please, sit down - I indicated the chair positioned in front of the table and that was when everything happened. Apparently, she was so nervous, not paying much attention to what was happening in front of her, that the natural phenomenon moved quickly and she ended up tripping over her own feet. In the blink of an eye, I was in front of her and with her delicious body in my arms, I prevented an accident bigger than what I felt from happening. Cecília shivered, her hands clinging to my forearms, our bodies responding in unexpected ways to the proximity. Without letting go of her, I found myself mesmerized by the beautiful woman who was in no hurry to move away. And although she knew she wasn't the only one to experience that electric current when touching us, I could also see the nervousness in her expression. In fact, she was more panicked and not just because she feared not being hired in that interview, but because of the unknown feeling that she had infringed on us without asking for permission. When I saw her moistening her lower lip with the tip of her tongue, I couldn't control the desire that spread throughout my body. A primitive sensation, one of those shocking, difficult to hold in your own skin and yet I forced myself to keep it under control. The mouth painted with light pink lipstick was even more tempting and I knew that those lips would be synonymous with problems. I knew myself well enough to know that I couldn't look at her without trying to kiss her, bite her, suck her... whatever I had the right to. And they still had eyes. Those expressive almonds, adorned by long eyelashes, made her look even more striking and beautiful. I was used to having relationships with beautiful women, but this one would be capable of making even a saint lose his mind. - S-sorry... And um... thank you for helping - she stammered and only then was I able to return to reality, leaving her on her own two feet. - You don't need to thank me, Cecília - I managed to say, taking a step back and focusing on what I had to do and not the overwhelming attraction that awakened me. The eyes that captivated me, almost locked on mine like some kind of spell, changed to shy ones and quickly looked away, as if they couldn't maintain contact. - Please sit down. Let's talk - I headed towards my own chair, but before I could notice the confused look and the flushed cheeks. - Thank you - Her tone was polite, but still hesitant when she answered me again. Needing a few seconds to keep myself under control, I moved the papers on my desk and, not for the first time, analyzed her resume. She was still a little inexperienced compared to the other candidates, but she had good qualifications and that was what really mattered. - So, Cecília Magalhães, tell me about yourself. I ran my hand through her hair and she followed the movement of my arm, seeming distracted. When she looked at me again, her cheeks took on an even redder tone. I thought she would remain unsure about continuing with the interview, however, after taking a deep breath, she began to speak. At first, she stuttered a little, probably due to nervousness, but soon she seemed to regain some control and said everything very slowly, as if she wanted to assure me and herself that regardless of her lack of experience, she would be the best choice. as my assistant. What she didn't know yet was that regardless of what I had on my resume, I had already made the decision from the moment she walked through my door. Still, I allowed her to speak, sporadically asking questions related to the position, even if she wanted to get personal. I did all of that without taking my eyes off her, almost drooling, an avid spectator and listener, wanting more and more of her. However, it still wasn't enough. I wanted more. A lot more. I've always been a perceptive guy and so I focused on her, trying to guess what she was hiding behind her beauty that could bring me to my knees and that captivating shyness. - I think that was enough - I heard myself say, when the phone on my desk rang and when I excused myself to answer it, the secretary reminded me that I was late for a meeting. He hadn't even noticed that he had spent so much time on the interview, since he was loving having her there. And as tempted as I was to continue being in her presence, I couldn't afford that luxury. Not yet, at least. Looking a little mortified at the interruption, she quickly got to her feet and, holding her bag like a shield, faced me somewhat awkwardly. - Mr. Oliver, thank you... - Oliver just - I insisted on correcting and she nodded, trying to hide her blush a little. - Alright... Oliver... Er... T-thank you for your time and sorry for anything. - Her tone was gentle, yet she couldn't disguise how nervous she still was. - There's no need to thank her or apologize - I smiled, trying to make her more comfortable and she nodded, without looking at me directly. - We'll talk soon. - She agreed again, before slinging her bag over her shoulder and hurrying to the door, as if I were stealing the air from her lungs. I smiled, several thoughts of how I could actually do that playing out like a movie in my head. - You can cancel the appointment with the other candidates - that's what I told the human resources manager on the phone, as soon as the blonde left. - I've already found the perfect candidate. Cecília Magalhaes left certainly believing that she had not done well and that she had lost the opportunity to work for me. However, she couldn't be more wrong. I didn't just find the assistant I needed. I still wasn't sure, but I had also just found the one who would be the

dumbfounded frown, while I sipped a refreshing and much-needed colorful drink. - Are you sure? - Christian Gray asked for the thousandth time and I sighed tiredly, as I couldn't stand him on my foot any longer. Wow, didn't he understand the true meaning of the word "no"? He had gone on that trip in an attempt to rest and get some much-needed downtime. However, he did not count on that "persecution". "Chris," I started to say, calling him by his nickname, after all, we were close enough for that. "I'm sorry, but I really can't go on with whatever you want from me.

You should have known my answer would be this. - I smiled awkwardly and he shook his head, obviously unhappy. - I really can't believe this is happening! When Cross and Zimmerman told me that you had made your choice and that it was "him"" he spat out the last word as if in disgust before continuing: "I thought they were just bluffing. But I never thought that this would actually happen – he added, still in disbelief, letting a new sigh of frustration escape between his lips. My God! Why did I have to be so pretty and hot, huh? - I am really sorry. Same. Since I got involved with you, I made it very clear that there was something stronger than this dispute between your egos: my heart. And it's not for sale. It doesn't matter how billionaires, powerful and very, very hot they are. I didn't choose to fall in love with him. - I tried to explain as best I could and Gray closed his eyes, completely devastated. Who could blame him? After all, he was losing me! - Are you sure you're not confused? I thought we had something special, do you really believe you don't love me too? I may have told you that "I don't make love, I just fuck hard", but if it's vanilla sex you want, that's what I'll give you – he quickly approached me as he spoke. His hand caressed my face as he continued his promise: - I swear, my Cissa, that for you I will do everything. All. I'm madly in love and obsessed with you! Our Lady Protector of Tempting CEOs, help me! - Chris, I'm sorry, but I can't go against my heart - I said again, hoping it would be enough for him to give up. God... How long would I have to apologize to those hot guys for not choosing them? - Didn't you hear what she said? - The deep voice of the man I loved and loved me madly in return echoed like thunder, making my skin crawl in the process. - Now let her go! I don't want to see him hanging around my wife anymore. Otherwise you will regret it! - He threatened, looking like a "superhero" and I smiled, satisfied with the scene. Our! The alpha male possessive thing was hot! Christian knew him well enough to know that he wasn't bluffing, that he would actually be able to carry out the threat, being as powerful as he was. Desolated, Gray looked at me with those gray eyes, the expression of an abandoned puppy pressing into my chest, however, I couldn't hurt him more than I did at that moment. Seeing that there was nothing left that could change my mind, he said goodbye with a broken look, before turning his back on me and finally leaving. I felt sorry. After all, it wasn't the poor guy's fault that he fell madly in love with me. It's okay that he was Christian Gray and had the world at his feet, but he didn't have who he wanted most: me. AND. Being so desired had its downsides, we broke a few hearts in the process! - Why did it take so long? I asked, somewhat bewildered, when dressed in white swimwear he wrapped his arm around my waist, holding me against him. I shivered with the electric shock and the heat that emanated between us with the slightest contact, while I smiled in love. - I was preparing a gift for you, my Cecília - he replied, looking at my mouth and licking his lower lip, as if he were preparing to attack me. Oh! And I expected him to attack me! And soon! Well, it was already on fire! My body shuddered in anticipation. Our ragged breaths blending into one. - What a gift? I asked almost voicelessly, wishing I was in a bed with just the two of us. - I! - He answered me naughty, before with a single pull he brought me to him and opened the dress I was wearing, breaking all its buttons in the process. - Oh! - I screamed in surprise and a little breathless, when he started to slide his hand down my body, as if he wanted me to memorize his touch. - I'm going to prove it to you now and show you that you made the right choice by choosing me - with his soft lips brushing my skin, his hands adoring me, he had fulfilled exactly what he promised. I had no doubts about my choice, that it would be the best of my life. Trim. Trim. Trim. Trim. My phone's alarm was ringing madly in my head, waking me up and bringing me back to the unpleasant reality. One, that it was all just an insane dream, very perverted, of course and nothing more. - Shit! It was just another dream! - I woke up scared and disappointed, still a little breathless as the alarm continued to sound for me to finally get out of bed. - Just another dream! Only that! - I repeated to myself, trying not only to wake myself up, but also to compose myself. I had to get up and prepare my coffee before going to work. After all, my life wasn't a fic, where with a loose bun I would bump into the CEO at the nearest Starbucks and we would fall madly in love at first sight. The reality was far from being the cliché of literature and the person I fell in love with was far from reciprocating my feeling. Frustrated, I looked directly at the framed photo in the frame on the nightstand next to the bed and sighed with some regret. The photo was of him, Oliver Prado Albuquerque and Guimarães, my boss, the man with whom I was lost and madly in love. The one that made me dream not just when I was sleeping, but when I was awake too. The CEO that I so desperately wanted in my life, but that, unfortunately, I could only dream about. - I heard that Mr. Oliver doesn't have girlfriends. That he prefers to have sexual relationships with the most beautiful and expensive luxury escorts - the voice of a girl from marketing caught my attention and brought me to the present again. More precisely to the cafeteria at the headquarters of Construtora Albuquerque e Guimarães and not on a yacht trip, as a few seconds before. She was totally focused on what she was reading, as she had, as always, her Kindle in her hands. I had barely even touched the salad on my plate - because I decided to go on a diet again - as the CEO's book that I read during my lunch break seemed more important than eating. One where he took the girl on a yacht trip to the Greek islands and made her his again and again. However, as hot as the protagonists' scene was, just the mere mention of my favorite CEO's name was able to capture my attention. And I was suddenly anxious, like I was whenever I heard anything about my boss's love life. Okay, it was cliché, but how could I not fall in love with the guy who looked like a hot romance hero, who, in addition to offering a job, had started to make me sigh for being as special as he was and, on top of that, populating my fantasies with his excess of hotness? Although a self-confessed romantic, I never really believed in fairy

from saying it out loud, not caring at all that I sounded a little rude. - Why? The brunette, whose name I knew was Beatriz, was evaluating me, waiting for a response. I didn't feel bad about measuring her in the same way, since I could see that she was also noticing every detail of mine. - Simply because he doesn't need it. - Are you saying this as his assistant? - I... yes. - And then, you probably know about the boss's love life.

- Beatriz tried to encourage, the smile on her face not allowing you to deny that she was loving it and I found myself rolling my eyes, while the woman she was talking to slipped away. He had no doubt that many people would like to know about it, as Oliver was quite private with his personal life, which obviously piqued the curiosity of those most uninterested in the CEO's life even more. And even if I had known - which wasn't the case, unfortunately - there wasn't the slightest chance that I would talk about it with her or anyone else. - No. - Don't you know or don't want to share? - Positive for both. She sighed and then smiled, a little embarrassed. Still, she didn't flinch as she approached where I sat. - Pardon me. I know it's a bit indiscreet to look for answers, but everyone talks about it and no one seems to have any idea. You really don't know if he doesn't have a girlfriend? Putting down the Kindle and pushing aside the salad - which I no longer felt like eating, because I obviously wasn't cut out for diets in the first place - I turned to face her almost head on. - Beatriz, I'm not sure what your question means, but I'll tell you something that you may not already know: Like you, I'm just an employee, so why would I know about our boss's privacy? - I replied, hoping it would be enough to close the subject. - Oh, that hurt! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude or seem impolite! It was just a question! - I think I'd better get back to work. - I limited myself to saying, already getting up, but she stopped me, holding me by the arm. -Cecília, I'm sorry. In truth. I promise not to be indiscreet anymore. - Her cheeks were red and I ended up relaxing, when I felt that she was really being sincere. - It's just none of our business. - I know, but how can I not be curious? Oliver Prado Albuquerque and Guimarães don't seem to let anyone get close. I sighed, because she was right, it still wasn't justified for us to talk about her private life, no matter how curious the subject made me. - I don't know anything about this, but I'll tell you what I think about asking questions about other people's lives: What they live doesn't concern us. - I'm very sorry. Same. - She repeated, her face still embarrassed, but then surprising me, she stretched out her hand towards me. - Can we start again? Good afternoon, I'm Beatriz. I accepted the offered hand. - I'm Cecília, but you can call me Cissa. - I said, this time smiling and she reciprocated. After the initial exchange, I ended up getting tangled up in a conversation with Beatriz. I was always the book girl, so I didn't tend to make many friends. Unlike my sister, who gave our parents headaches since her early teens, I preferred spending time with the characters rather than with other people. But, unprecedentedly, with Bia it didn't take long for me to feel at ease and relaxed in a way I hadn't allowed myself to be with people other than my family for a long time. - I didn't know what to expect. - The brunette said after a while and I frowned. - Wait? - Yes. You are very discreet, you have worked here for years and you hardly talk to the other employees. Always have a book or Kindle in your hand. Then there was another vision of the boss's girl. I opened my mouth in surprise, my cheeks burning, but it was true. He wasn't very sociable at all. My problem was just the opposite: I was always daydreaming. I was very easily distracted and completely oblivious to my surroundings. After hesitating for a second or two, I finally managed to ask: - What does that mean? - Nothing else. Some people think you're stuck up and others think you're some kind of Doctor Oliver's lover. Which must make most women green with envy, by the way. - She said it, as if it were the most natural thing in the world and I stood there, a little shocked. - What? No! - I replied, dying of embarrassment and she smiled, looking a little embarrassed. Not that I didn't want to be his girl or lover, of course. I mean, I could be anything. - Sorry. I didn't mean to be rude, just too chatty, you know? I only needed a few minutes of conversation for you to consider me a gossiping and jealous bitch. - She shrugged, still a little embarrassed and I laughed a little, disarming myself, because she had something about her that put us at ease. - You don't need to say sorry. I didn't judge her that way, I just found her a bit indiscreet. As for what they say, I'm on my own. I live with my face buried in some story in my free time. And, no, I'm not the boss's girl. Unfortunately... - And by the way, do you have a boyfriend? - Several. Beatriz spat out the juice she was drinking, before looking at me in surprise and then smiling mischievously. - I always thought you were right... I never thought... Tell me everything. Unable to hold back, I started laughing. I couldn't believe she actually thought I was serious. - I am joking. My boyfriends are all from my imagination. The good guys in my books. And our boss doesn't know, but in my fun, I used to date him too... A lot... - You've got to be kidding. It was my turn to shrug. - I had a boyfriend, but we didn't last long and that was years ago. Furthermore, he had come out as very gay, as I discovered not many months after our breakup. Then I worried about dedicating myself to college and as soon as I completed my degree, I changed my postgraduate course and started working. I wasn't very sociable before, so with my busy life, there was zero chance of meeting someone organically. - That's a shame. But I have an idea. - She smiled and nudged me with her elbow. - I don't know if you know, but Bento, from the legal department, is my cousin and he always thought she was cute. I'm not trying to set them up together or anything, if they want to just let it go. What I'm proposing is that you come with us on an outing. We usually do something on Saturdays with some friends. What do you think about going with us? - What? - I wanted to know, thinking I didn't hear the invitation correctly. - Let's go out. Having fun, flirting, getting drunk... I looked at her, tempted to accept. Not because of her cousin per se, because if he was who I remembered, he was really hot, but just because I hadn't gone out to have fun in many years. In fact, I've never really been into that kind of thing. - I don't know... - Come on! It will be fun, I promise! - Okay. -