There wasn't a part of her body that didn't know what was about to happen: what happened every time she walked into her office. She had to arm herself with serenity so as not to arouse suspicion when she crossed the threshold and wait patiently for him to finish talking on the phone. For him to stop pretending he didn't exist, that he didn't notice her, when they were both rigid with the desire to touch each other.
He liked it when he made himself interesting and didn't give her a single look until he was sure the door was locked and the thick curtains covered the office window. He also liked that her long, elegant fingers played with the buttons on the headset, pressing, caressing... knowing that she was watching him and imagining those same hands going through forbidden places. He liked how the rolled”up shirt hugged his muscles and how the last button, rebellious as his auburn locks, revealed a chest laureled with fine hair. He liked the way he licked his lips absent
» Can you tell me your name or your telephone command? Both? Shan had the same look on her face as any other woman in front of Jesse Ambani. Well, to tell the truth, Lea didn't lose her breath when she saw him for the first time like so many others. It seemed to him a first class vulture “for that reason of going looking for any carrion” and the example of a heavy unineural person who did not value intelligent humor, but instead laughed at a fall in public. In those days I thought so too, because Jesse Ambani was just that. A jerk who devoted his life to cheeky flirting and valued all the superficialities in the world. The difference with respect to the first day was that her physical appearance had been slowly permeating her and now she even dared to name the male protagonists of her stories after her. Okay, it was possible that he didn't just put his name on it. Not just his appearance. Maybe it moved the entire character. But because he was impressed that
"Enculé," he muttered under his breath. What is the extra effort? Because I do my job, his job, taking care of his blood sugar levels and tending to his nephew when he's too busy to ask how the basketball game went. The only extra effort I could offer you would be de me baisser et suce te robinet.* Jesse raised his eyebrows. "You're going to have to speak to me in Spanish." Or in English. “What do I have to do to be entrusted with the projects I deserve? he asked instead. Because if you're not going to give them to me, I'll end up requesting a change. I don't mind being the assistant to some second”rate lawyer or ending up in a law firm with no curtains. And I don't think he likes me leaving, because I know very well that he doesn't even know how to turn on the coffee pot. You'd eat shit without me, Mr. Ambani. "I should fire her for that dare," he commented cheerfully. Lea sighed and decided to get down to business. "Why are you giving me hom
The man with the suspenders spoke."I'm Thomas Shelby, and you don't want to trifle with me.""Okay, any orders from the Peaky Blinders or can I go back to my cubicle?"Jesse gave a powerful, infectious laugh. He put his fingers on the table and rocked forward. The muscles in his forearms held the full weight, throbbing."Scan our clients' motives and mail it to me.""May the force be with you," he added solemnly.Leah clicked her tongue."Star Wars isn't my favorite, though… 'I'll do it or I won't do it, but I won't try.'"Do you want a raise?" Jesse suggested.Leah laughed and was out of there before the onlookers outside began to think they were flirting. Technically impossible, because everyone knew that Jesse was ignoring Lea. He planted himself back in his cubicle of hell, where he did his usual part by breaking the record for cursing the devil's chair.She was now Jesse Ambani's official deputy. It wasn't that bad; he was supposed to have been si
Thanks for the advice, I think I feel better. I am going to hang up. And hung up, without waiting for an answer. Shan could spend half an hour repeating the same thing without innovating in the arguments. It wasn't like he needed much more internet dating advice though. I had thought about it several times. She wasn't pretty enough to pick up in bars, and if she went to the disco to try, maybe she would succeed, but she couldn't enjoy the victory of orgasm because she was too farting. Lea didn't know where the lines were when it came to emptying margaritas among other cocktails she never learned the name of. He started with the margaritas, and when he wanted to try something new, he no longer knew what it was called and began to speak in French. He got up and decided to take a walk through the library while his anxiety was going away. As he had heard somewhere, "someday he would laugh about it." That day was not that, nor would it be tomorrow. She doubted she
“Are you telling me because you need me to help you choose the accessories?“Not. I'm telling you because when I say that I was desperate, it's that I was very desperate,” she spelled, looking at him fixedly.Jesse pretended to shudder."You must be terrified." A woman wanting to sleep with you… Creepy. He made a face, holding back a laugh. What's so bad? Does he have a horse face? Because it's never too late to remember Spirit."That's the thing, she's pretty," said his friend between laughs. Look, when I tell you that I've been introduced to old ladies and men on dates, I'm not kidding. That's why every time I start a conversation with a woman who seems attractive and is too interested in getting bait, I'm suspicious. I have searched the Internet from top to bottom with the photos you have sent me in case they are on a blog or if you have impersonated someone, but it seems not.“So what is the problem? Are you afrai
"I also say that phrase to myself many times in times of need," he said without being able to resist. Seeing her blush again made his stomach twist. He was about to laugh. Come on, sit down and get the wine out. You were here because you wanted a date, and obviously you and I won't call each other that because of the whole professionalism thing, but as far as I understand we can't be sued for eating at the same table."You're not my date…" She blinked once and ended up looking at him through narrowed eyes. Wait… is it? Have you been laughing at me by pretending to be someone else on the dating website? Because I wouldn't be surprised. You only find fun in making fun of others. What I don't understand is how he could have taken it this far."So that's your problem," he commented, his eyes shining. He had just seen the sun rise. You don't like me because you think I'm laughing at you when I'm just trying to laugh with you.»Wait, let's follow a
“Your brother isn't going to get away with it, you hear me? I don't know what concept you have of fusion, because it doesn't mean you can do whatever comes out of your nose. He may be 60 percent of the union because he brings more, but he's not going to trash my floor, my drapes, or whatever is bothering him just because he wants to smile when he walks down this aisle on his quarterly visit. "Why don't you tell him that?" Marc is always open to criticism. I don't mean to say that I'm going to listen to you, of course, but at least…” He shrugged and turned one of the stacked chairs around to spread out, leaning his chest against the back. What else does it give you? It's just starwood, and he's going to pay for it out of pocket. “ I sweat it. It's not just starwood, it's about my pride. A posh brat isn't going to ruin my business with his stupid little whims. "Then try to come to an agreement with him." He does and undoes how he likes and will continue to do i
“Fuck. “It got away from Jesse. He knelt down next to her and placed a hand on her forehead. Are you okay? “Miss! the manager exclaimed. What happened? “I don't know, it's overwhelmed and, suddenly... "I think I'm going to throw up," Galilea said, putting a hand to her mouth. I'm…I'm…I'm seeing double. "You can tell he's not well," the guy at the next table commented. Look how he sweats, we should call an ambulance. "I don't think it's that serious," the manager defended. I'm sure lying down will make you feel better. Come on, stick your back to the ground and close your eyes, I'll go get a fan. " Is there any doctor in the room? he asked aloud. He looked worriedly at Galilea, who was swallowing hard. Not…? "Yes, I'm a doctor," a man announced in the background. He came up fast. I work as a pediatrician, but I can take care of her. Tell me your name. Galilea coughed weakly. “Jessica. Jessica Aranda.