She sighs and uses the landline to call her brother, Santiago, who answers right away. “It’s nine o’clock.”
“We know,” Sophia is the one who takes over. “We found the building. If all goes well, Merkel will have offices in Portland in early August. We should start with the relocation plans by Monday.”
“I’m afraid to ask why you’re calling me. After a few weeks of working for this company, I’ve come to realize that he pays a lot because he expects everyone to work three hundred and sixty-five days of the year.”
“These are extraordinary circumstances, Mr. Aragon,” I add.
“My parents alerted me about an issue. Should I be emailing you the fraternization policy and the contract where you both agree this is consensual?”
His unfriendly voice doesn’t sit well, but before I can say something, my woman does. “Shut up, Santiago. If it wasn’t consensual, he’d be dead. But thank you for your concern.”
He sighs. “I guess you don’t want a lecture then.”
“No, I want your help to make decisions about which departments we’re relocating,” she continues. “We could transfer almost everyone and leave a small crew, the way we have it in London, Sydney, Mexico City, and other major hubs.”
He sighs, “What kind of incentives are you giving the employees? I’m assuming this isn’t optional, is it?”
“No,” I answer. “After looking at the living costs and weighing the pros and cons, it makes sense to move the corporate offices to Portland. We’d like you to come up with some options we can offer them.”
“Does it? Or it makes sense for you,” he asks. “Because all I hear is, Santiago, you got a kick-ass job, but either move here or you’re going to have to find another job, buddy. We have to accommodate the…boss.”
“It’d be a great place to start again,” Sophia says. “You need it.”
“Lately, you seem to know what I need, but it feels like you’re doing everything to please the selfish bastard who, at least until a few weeks ago, you used to hate.”
“Santiago,” she says with a warning.
“Don’t Santiago me, baby sister. You took our parents against my wishes. You begged me to take this job. Now you want me to move, all because he only thinks of himself and the fucking bottom line. How will this benefit those families?”
“For starters, Mr. Aragon, the cost of living in Portland is between twenty to twenty-five percent less than in New York City. If you take into consideration that they have a salary that is between twenty to thirty percent more than the average person who lives in this state, I think they are winning already. Less pollution, a better quality of life… Should I go on, or do you think all those reasons are to fulfill some selfish purpose?”
I don’t tell him this is his sister’s idea, because if he yells at her again, he’ll meet the real Henry Aldridge.
There’s a long silence until he says, “I’ll start working on this Monday. What if I don’t want to move?”
“I hope you do,” Sophia mumbles. “Love you, big bro.”
“Same,” he says before hanging up.
“It was about us dating, and nothing to do with the company.”
“I got that,” I say, pulling her to me. If I had a sister who’s been complaining about a man like me, I’d be concerned too. I have to earn his trust which is why I didn’t say much. He only knows the version of myself I’ve shown everyone for years. I don’t even know myself that well. Why would he trust me?
“Let’s have dinner before we go home.”
“This is my home, Henry,” she states. “It’s been amazing to stay with you for the past week, but I am staying here tonight.”
I grin and kiss her deeply. “It’s okay. Let’s just get some food on our way to the bar then. Beacon is playing.”
She narrows her gaze and shakes her head. “You’re going to trick me into staying with you, aren’t you?”
“What do you think, woman?” I pull her toward the staircase. “Let’s go and get you into something more comfortable before we leave.”
“I’m comfortable with this dress.”
“Let me rephrase. I’m going to fuck you, and then you can get dressed. This red, low cut, short dress has been teasing me all day long, and did you have to wear the red heels?”
Her lips curve into a sinful smile. This mouth is one of my weaknesses. Once we’re upstairs, I push her against the wall. I tug the skirt of her dress up. I lower my face, our mouths are so close, I can feel her soft breath caressing my face.
“You like to tease me, Ms. Aragon. You like to be in control of my body all fucking day, don’t you, babe? Knowing I want to rip off your clothes and take you.”
“Do I?” She blinks a couple of times with the most innocent smile she can muster.
“Yes. You like to know that you turn me on with those sexy clothes and that sassy attitude of yours.”
I thread my fingers in her hair while my other hand slides down to the curve of her beautiful ass, then I glide my fingers between her legs and push her underwear to the side, plunging them inside her. I kiss her. She tastes like strawberries, lust, and sweetness. Sophia grasps my shoulders as I finger fuck her the way she likes it. She kisses me back with the same demanding force. We’re blazing. My hunger for her increases, but I want to give her this before I take her. It doesn’t take me long to push her to the edge where I like her to be.
“I love you more than anything in the world,” I say before I drag her to her room, and I pray that we can keep doing this forever.
Sophia
Good things always come to an end, and this fling with my boss crashes like a Ferrari in a Michael Bay movie. I knew it was coming, but I had no idea it’d be this soon and that it would feel like a nuclear explosion. After a month of delicious kisses, waking up with him by my side, and being part of a happy family, reality strikes.
He has a previous commitment to the heir of the Edelstein family. I knew it. I just chose to ignore it. More like I trusted he had taken care of the issue.
On Fridays, I usually go to the factory for a couple of hours and work from home the rest of the day. It’s a way to spend some time with Henry while working with his temporary assistant.
Work isn’t the only thing we do. There’s always time for sex. This is why I’m bent over his desk, wearing a short skirt and my favorite Christian Louboutin heels while he’s fucking me. He slams against me harder, his balls crushing against my ass. We make love once a day, but the rest of the time we fuck hard.
One thing he hates is when someone interrupts us, which is why he groans when the doorbell rings. Instead of stopping, he thrusts himself deeper and faster, but whoever is on the other side of the door isn’t giving up easily.
He exhales deeply and pulls out his long, thick cock. “If it’s one of my brothers—”
“You’ll kill him, blah, blah, blah...” I finish for him, slipping on my panties.
“I’m taking them off with my teeth later tonight,” he promises as I head to the door. “And I don’t say ‘Blah, blah, blah…’”