Married To My Secretary

Chapter 8

“He took you to your house the other day and he didn't take a photo of you to bribe you later, nor to sell it to the media “I'm distracted thinking that Kate could be a good option “Do you remember that day I went out with that girl? I got drunk and he bribed me for three months with that fucking video of me dancing in that red thong.

Laughed out loud. I still remember that, the girl sent me the video hoping that I would fire Malcom because he didn't give her ten thousand dollars for the video.

“Think about it, Kate is the only option, besides we are not going to deny that Kate is beautiful “I keep thinking about Kate... she can be my salvation “And she hates you, which makes things easier “Malcom adds enthusiastically what It calls my attention.

"Why do you say you hate me?"

“Because all your secretaries hate you, Santiago. Let's face it “ I can't help but laugh, I love being hated.

“Have him come here, please,” I say, opening my laptop to start typing.

"Well, whatever you call me," I nod. I stand up and take off my gray jacket, resting it on the back of my swivel chair, leaving my waistcoat of the same color very well adjusted to my exposed torso. I sit down once again adjusting my gray tie with brown tones, while I think about how I'll ask my secretary for this, damn it.

I start googling "how to tell my secretary to marry me?" and the only thing that appears to me are romantic videos that hit my sight, how are there men capable of doing all these things for a woman? Teddy bears, rose petals, I shake my head.

There's a knock on the door, I'm sure it's her, "go ahead," I speak, continuing to g****e things about marriage proposals.

She enters, accommodating her black jacket, with a notebook in her hands, her white pants outline her legs perfectly, when she enters through that door the sweet aroma of her fragrance invades my office.

“Mr. Schmitt told me he wanted to see me.

"That's right, please have a seat." She goes to the chair across from my desk and drops her notepad; he leans in without realizing he's giving me a great view, then his glasses fall out of his pocket and he sighs, I know he's swearing a thousand times in his head.

She finally sits down and tucks her hair behind her ears as she crosses her legs.

“I remember the day at the bar, thanks for taking me home, but you know, I've never let anyone drive my Porsche. I say without hesitation, looking back at my computer and beginning to delete what I had typed.

“Ah, well “her voice practically begins to shiver “there was no taxi nearby and obviously I couldn't carry him in my arms to look for one “ I watch her, if she can say thousands of words in seconds “Is that the reason why are you going to fire me? "Fire her?" What? “I only did something that any person would make another look in that state, if not, you might be in the news right now, that is not a valid argument to fire me, you always have to help others “too many words for my.

"Kate!" I exclaim, seeing that he doesn't stop.

"Or... what if he had been raped by some bums?" “and he looks at me with surprise, what did he say?

I frown and adjust myself better to see her face to face, I don't know whether to laugh or get upset in these cases.

"So... Do you think I should thank you?" “I raise an eyebrow” and I'm not going to fire you. Where do you get that from?

“It's the trauma of writing so many dismissal letters “he speaks, he takes his gaze to the plant in my office, I'll admit that he just made me smile.

“I just need to talk something serious with you,” I continue. “Can I trust you? Certain?

I know that thousands of things begin to go through his mind because of the puzzled way he looks at me, I would like to ask him but I don't have time.

"Kate?" I ask, having no response from him.

"I'm sorry," he says, clearing his throat, "tell me Mr. Centinelo, how can I help you?"

"Honestly, you're one of the few people I would trust." I start typing anything on my computer to sound natural, although I have no fucking idea how I'm going to ask him this.

I look into her eyes, and so does she, I like that look, what's worse; there is an awkward silence.

Possibly this is the first and last time I've asked this of someone.

“You would be my wife?

She looks at me stunned, I know she can't believe it, well, I can't believe it either. Who would believe that I would ever mention those words in my life?

“Why the question? he finally asks. "You mean what would he be like as a husband?" “I think I have not explained well.

"No, I want you to marry me." I rest my elbows on my glass desk and intertwine my fingers, staring at her.

Kate lets out a laugh, God! Why is this woman so difficult?

“And just like that... Without a coffee? Without a romantic dinner? Without the music of the Titanic in the background? “What? He continues laughing and relaxes on the back of the chair, takes his notebook to his legs and begins to write I don't know what in it “good joke, Mr. Centinelo “talk, I'm starting to get desperate.

“It is not a joke! “I exclaim, with my most serious expression possible, now if I'm upset, I look at her intensely, I'm still not going to get out of my box, Santiago relax “listen, I told my father that I had married.

“And that is not true? She continues to look at the fucking notebook as if this matter is of minor importance to her.

“Of course not! “ river “ me? Married? Anyway, that's the point, I need a wife. I couldn't think of anything better than that, all the time he's talking about my brother and that he got married last year and blah blah blah. Tomorrow he will be with my mother and my brother in the city and he wants us to all have dinner together “well, more like, I invited him without thinking, but I won't tell him “and you would be the perfect wife.