Chapter 5: He Knows

Athena Ramirez

It's been 2 years since I've worked for Eros. He's a hard boss but also considerate and thanks to this job she was able to send troy to Canada, her paycheck is that full and fatty that she dosen't have to worry where her next meal will be from. Troy is at very high end expensive boarding school for the gifted in Canada, there he'll be able to receive all the help he can get to help with his trauma and her job as Eros PA pays that and her own lifestyle.

She was able to move out of her old apartment and got a studio apartment for herself, As much as she hated the fact that she had to lie and conceal her relationship status and be her real self just to maintain her job ate at her but there was nothing she could do. It was what Eros stated that he wanted 2 years ago. A secretary who looks like a schoolmarm, unattractive and ugly and wouldn't dare to seduce him either...

Funny as it seems karma has finally came to bite her ass. It's just been one day together in Shanghai and her secret has already been exposed..

"Good work Athena"I grumble to myself, 

I asked you a question, why do you blame me?he asks, with narrowed eyes.

Oh, shit. I never meant to just burt it all out to him. Usually, I’m calm, cool, and professional, the ideal assistant. I can hold my head on straight even in the most challenging scenarios, however I feel nearly dizzy from the buzz of my near-death experience, and my current situation, which can solely be described as bizarre.

Up until a few moments ago, my boss had not even seen me as someone worth 30 minutes of his time and yet here I am, I’m standing in front of him in a towel that barely covers me. Actually, it’s so small I’m afraid to even to move. Any shift may quite disastrous.

This is bad, however that’s not what has my cheeks flushed with heat. It’s the eye-popping fact that he is close to nude himself. He's only in a distracting-as-hell boxer brief and dare I they left nothing to the imagination.

I knew he had the body of a Greek god and he had an amazing shape, however to truly see him like this? The man is a fucking god. His physique is rock solid. Layers upon layers of lean muscles. One on pinnacle of another. Every one chiseled and perfectly defined, flexing beneath his inked pores and skin with every little movement. It’s quite impossible not to stare. And I haven’t even obtained to that muscle bulging interior of his underwear.

Holy crap, is it big or what? Nah, it has to be a trick of the light, or I’m nevertheless in shock. No one is that big. Still… I can almost sense the heft of it simply by looking. Slickness varieties between my legs that have nothing to do with the bathe I just took. I tear my eyes away and meet his ready eyes. I take a few seconds to take stock. We’re both seeing a lot of extras of each other than we’ve ever seen before, which is terrifying but exciting.

I virtually like what I see which, of course is besides the point. He has definitely made it very clear that he thinks I’m desirable but he's no hitting on me which is quite gentlemanly of him. Also taking the large hard-on into consideration, he's a man obviously so it's Natural he's attracted ...

But the reality is right in front of me I’m not or was never his type. I’ve viewed some of the ladies he goes out with. They are so stunningly gorgeous, and beautiful.

So really, no authentic damage has been done. And if I play this right, I shall finally be able to live freely and work without any pretence or lies.

I lick my lips apprehensively. “Okay there's something I need to tell you. It's a secret have been hiding since I started working with you and I know it will piss you off.”

“Mrs. Ramirez" he says, his voice low and deep. “Whatever you have to say, simply say it. Yes, I might get mad. I can’t promise I won’t, but I can promise I’ll get definitely pissed off if you don’t tell me.”

I nod and elevate one hand in a placating gesture. “Fine. You have a reputation, okay?”

“A reputation?” he echoes with a frown. “You’re going to have to be more specific. A popularity for what?”

“The agency that despatched me to work for you. The lady there warned me about you earlier than I got here in for the interview.”

He crosses his palms over his chest. His muscle mass irritating and flex.

Okay, now, I am gulping for air.

“What in the hell did they warn you about? I’m no longer dangerous,” he says, staring at me like he needs to punch something.

My physique is trembling with nerves and if I maintain going, there’s no telling how he’ll react, but I have no preference as I’ve come this far. Might as well go all the way. “They didn’t say you had been dangerous. They advised me you won’t hire women that are even remotely attractive or unmarried.”

He nods thoughtfully. “They were not wrong.. It’s a personal rule of my mine because of my past experiences.

“Yea I was told, The woman advised me that it's due to the fact all these younger girls cease up falling in love with you and acting unprofessional. And instead of doing their duties as your Personal Assistant they end up trying to distract you. So I made a decision to take the leap and dress as grumpily as I could to get the job.”

Eros stares at nothing, like he’s lost in thought. His expression is unreadable. I'm shocked his alot calmer than she had imagined. Although I didn't let my guards down and still braced myself for the inevitable explosion of anger. It doesn’t come. Instead, his blue eyes bore into mine, trapping me in his gaze. “Are you even married?” he asks in a deathly calm voice, which is even more chilling than when he is throwing a tantrum.

“No,” I confess, earlier than rapidly adding, “I hope you won't fire me. I do desperately need this job and this past two years I made sure to show you how efficient and good I am at my job"I say rapidly my heart beating so fast.

" Mr. Eros I don’t see why my marital status, or looks need to prevent me from performing a job that I am flawlessly certified for don't you think?I say 

For a few seconds more, My boss just stared at me. Then he throws his head again and laughs. “That was a really clever stunt you pulled, Miss Ramirez,” he says. “Well played.

My stomach flutters at his words. He thinks I’m pretty! Suddenly, I’m conscious again, of how bare we both are. “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to lie to you. I just absolutely want this job.”

He waves my apology away. “Are you kidding? You noticed a problem, and you discovered a creative solution. I like that. What’s that historical saying? Dress for the job you want. In this case, the job you wanted, required you to dress like a clueless librarian.”

“So you’re no longer mad?” I ask tentatively.

He laughs again.

The sound is deep and rich. It sends waves of warmth echoing via my body.

“Not at all.” He steps towards me. “You’re a true assistant. I would have picked out on hiring you if you hadn’t completed what you did. You observed a way around my rule, and I’m satisfied you did.”

“About that rule,” I say, clutching my towel hard. “What’s that about?”

He dips his chin. “I’m a man of massive appetites, Athena and When I see something I want, I declare it. That goes for commercial enterprise and for pleasure, but I strive to maintain these two worlds separate. At work, I want to be targeted and professional. No distractions.”

“Sure,” I reply, trying to hide the quaver in my voice.

“I’m not immune to the charms of a lovely woman. It’s only natural"He gestures at his body.

Well, since he’s giving permission… I rapidly take the chance to stroke him with my eyes. Mmm.

He continues, “I’m a handsome guy, so it’s only natural that girls gravitate to me too, but it’s a recipe for disaster if I fulfill my wishes with one of my employees, matters get problematic quickly. So that’s why I have my rule.”

“But I’ve considered a few quite female in the company.”

“They don’t work for me directly. The rule solely applies to women I work closely with on a daily basis. Like my non-public assistant.” He looks me up and down, no longer hiding what he’s doing. “We’ll be spending a lot of time together,. A lot of late nights. A lot of one-on-one meetings. I can’t have that type of temptation around.”

My heart skips a beat and it's rhythm rides rapidly. Did I just hear what I heard? I giggle nervously. “Good thing, I’m in no way a hassle like that, then. I’m not simply your type.”

He takes a step closer to me.

Instantly, I feel the heat from his body drying my skin.

“That’s where you’re wrong. Right now, you are extremely…tempting.”

His words send a shiver via me. My nipples harden below the towel. His eyes lock with mine, sending an electric present day via me. “Mr. EROS—”

“Eros" he says softly.

I feel my chest tightening.

He frowns abruptly and stepped back. “ Finish getting ready. We want to be on top of our game tonight.”

With that, he exits my bedroom and closes the door behind him.

I fall down on the bed, groaning.

What the hell just happened?

Oh. My. God. He asked me to call him Eros again...

My heart hammers away as conflicting feelings rattled my brain to the point I couldn't think straight.. Eros knows what I look like now. He is aware now that having me as his assistant violates his unspoken rule, however, he just behaved as if it isn’t that huge a deal. Like I am such a suitable assistant, my little trick doesn’t matter. Will he trade his thought as soon as he’s had some time to to really think about it? Or will he fire me? Or will he just switch me to another department?

One thing is for sure, I definitely can't lose this job. The pay check is what keeps me afloat but on the other hand, I’m over the moon that Eros knows what I look like now. I hated dressing like a frump, I hated the thick glasses, hated scraping my hair into the most unattractive hairstyle which seems to ruin my gorgeous hair. Who knew being attractive might be a problem??

I might not be that rich but at the same time I hated the way I dressed, I sorely ignored my chapped lipstick and my wrongly drawn mascara. It did no good to my ego and self esteem. The feeling of being invisible for so many hours of the day.

 To think he had to see me naked and bare before he noticed that I’m a woman. He even said I’m tempting. That compliment alone made my toes curl even if he had said I wasn't his type. Another secret I didn't reveal to him was that I’ve been crushing from the very first day we met during the interview...

I mean, I’d have to be blind not to be attracted to him or even Crush on him. He's literally the full package. Once upon a time I could barely even string a complete sentence together in front of him during the interview with him. Who can blame me? The man is the sexiest issue on two legs I’ve ever seen. Dark tousled hair, ruggedly handsome face, strong cheekbones frequently peppered with horny stubble. And his eyes. Oh my, those eyes. They’re so blue, it’s like searching into a hot summer season sky. Sometimes, when he’s explaining something to me, he seems to stare quite deeply in my eyes all at once, and I could sense the intensity of his gaze. It cuts me, like he’s searching straight into my soul. Intoxicating me.

Through the past 2 years, my little crush and admiration had deepened into a sort of obsession. When he’s talking to different people, I find myself just gazing greedily at the sight of me.

Never would I have imagined he looked even better than my imagination. His suits enhanced his physique and face and I thought that was all until I noticed him where he stood in solely his underwear and told me I was tempting. It’s sufficient to make my head spin with desire.

Then the way he’d stared at me earlier before he even left was quite Intense. I’m nevertheless reeling from it. I surely notion he would have kissed me, or thrown me on the bed and claimed me. I want him so bad as much as I hate to admit. I hug myself and take note the delicious tension that hung between us. I felt it. I marvel if he felt it too. I assume he did. He’d never stared at me that way before. 

Too bad, he hadn’t acted on these feelings.

I make my way out of the room and returned to the lavatory. The spider is long past now. All that’s left is a dark blue smudge. I hate spiders with a passion, however this one used to be a bit of a martyr. It gave up its life to trade mine. I'm surprised how on earth it got into the bath. Maybe it hitched a trip on of the cleaner’s carts. 

Warmth fills my belly. As I remember how I was saved by Eros, My hero.

It’s like at the airport earlier, when that man from the auto carrier was being a dick and I couldn’t be a bitch again because Eros was standing in the front of me. Eros took care of that for me, too. I’m no damsel in distress. I don’t need a man to fdo things for me, but it feels extremely good when the man who comes to my aid is Eros.

Dreamily and definitely forgetting that I’ve already had my shower, I step into the tub. The water rushes over me whilst I carry on fantasizing about him. Yes, he is an asshole sometimes. He’s over the top and domineering, and when it comes to work he is challenging and demanding, but he never lets every body else deal with me badly. He may additionally never have seen me as a woman, but he’s usually been defensive of me.

It’s one of the things I love about him. His defensive streak is all the greater endearing due to the fact he has no ulterior cause for it. Until today, he by no means appeared at me with any sort of sexual interest. So he didn’t defend me because he needs to get in my pants. He did it due to the fact that’s just who he was. Good and kind. Otherwise, why would he give a fuck!

I sigh and reach for the soap.

But Eros is more than that. He’s complicated. A mystery. The more time I spend with him, the greater I understand how an awful lot I don’t understand about him. His past. His family. What he wishes for the future.

I understand I shouldn’t however I favor to feel his arms run over my skin the way the water from the shower does. It’s a dream that can only deliver heartache. I’ll emerge as like all these other secretaries who made the pathetic mistake of falling in love with any person like Eros Ramazzotti however I can’t stop myself from locking his eyes to lock with mine like they did simply before he went again to his room. Wanting to see the bulge developing between his legs and recognize it’s because of me.

Snapping out of my dreamy thoughts...

I have to start getting dressed soon. The last factor I favor is to be late. I end cleaning up and got out of the shower. I dry myself off and walk over to the closet the place I’ve hung my clothes. I want to pick out an outfit for tonight’s meeting. Of course, I brought a lot of clothes with me. I like being prepared for anything. If it rains. If it’s unexpectedly cold. If I want to take a seat on my own through a swimming pool. If I go trekking. If I have some free time to go dancing with some of the different convention attendees.

I browse thru my series of gray and brown pant suits. They helped me land this job via hiding my body, however now that my secret is out, the concept of sporting one of them looks silly. Eros knows what I look like now. Do I clearly have to conceal myself any longer?

I slide my fits apart and picked a dress. A dress. This is my if ‘Eros is not around and I slip out into the balmy night searching for adventure’ dress. Yeah, right, however in my head I am full of enjoyable and adventurous. Emerald inexperienced and sophisticated.

It isn’t specifically sexy, but it matches right, accentuating my curvy assets. It’s emerald color made my eyes pop. I marvel if Eros will like it. It’s a stylish dress. Neither too slutty or showy. It’s the form of element I’d wear to dinner with commercial enterprise purchasers if I was in a distinctive job, one that didn’t require me to hide my figure.

Indecision tear at me. Will Eros be mad if I dress differently tonight? Will it make things stranger than they already are?

Screw it.

I don’t choose to cover anymore. Eros knows what I look like now. No experience in pretending I’m that equal historic frumpy lady with a bun. I’m ditching my bun and wearing my dress.

I appear ahead to actually and figuratively letting my hair down for one evening. I deserve to have a little fun. I’m in a foreign country, I don’t have to hide the way I look, and I get to spend a night with Eros. I can also as well do it right.

I blow dry my hair and depart it in shining waves down my back. I put on some makeup, greater than I’ve ever worn around Eros, genuinely accentuating my facets as an alternative of toning them down. I slip into the dress sprayed a little perfume on and. Then I slip into my daring open-toed shoes.

When Eros knocks on my door, I open the door and his jaw nearly hits the floor.