8

Andrea shifted in his bed all night, and not only because his nanny wouldn't let him stay with the boy in the clinic, but because he couldn't forget Amber's cat eyes, as well as her kisses, her pink lips, and her beautiful little face. He was, as his son had said, an angel, an angel who incited him to commit the most delightful sin.

He opened his eyes in the middle of the night; His heart was fluttering, and a lot of sweat was pouring from his forehead even though the temperature in his room was cool. Then he looked at his pants and understood why his body was soaked. His member was as hard as a rock, hard and dripping.

He licked his lips. Andrea wasn't one of those men who masturbate, he always controlled his emotions, in fact, he was never a twink who unloaded his hormones with his hand, but fuck! There was something about her that was driving him crazy, that was prompting him to touch himself, and he had to calm his feelings before he did something crazy and ate his secretary in her office, at her desk, or with her back to the window. She had imagined it before, in fact, ever since she knew she was his secretary, she couldn't get that fucking idea out of her head. He was never a man that any woman dazzled him, he was never a man who liked to mess with his employees, he was always correct, he followed protocols, but she seemed to be a whirlwind in his life, the kind that messes up your thoughts, your feelings, and your mental state.

Helplessly, she went into her bathroom and as she closed her eyes, she began to unload her desire into her hand, over and over and over again. They say that love goes hand in hand with desire, but at this point Andrea didn't know how he felt about her, the only thing he was sure of was that she drove him crazy just by looking at her.

He showered and lay on the bed on his back. He repeated to himself a thousand times that no, he shouldn't fall in love, he shouldn't get involved with her, but what Andrea didn't consider was that by this point he was already involved with her to the point of no more.

...

The ringing of his cell phone lifted him up. I had slept too much.

"Lightning! He exclaimed as he realized the time on the huge clock on the wall. He got up in a hurry, grabbing his cell phone in a hurry: it was his mother.

"Blessing Mom," he said, rubbing his face.

"How are you, my love?" Eva replied on the other end of the phone, looking at him to detail her countenance. Eva, despite the fact that her children were men, did not stop taking care of their health, both mental and physical.

"I'm fine, I've slept too much, I have to go to the company."

"But do you feel bad?" I see you strange, maybe tired. I sent Fernando there; I told him he wouldn't leave you alone and he came very cold.

"I'm not a boy, Mom, I can do the job," his mother raised her eyebrows.

"What happened to Caruso?" Your son went out there to close the deal with you, he must be coming." Andrea peeled his eyes, frightened.

"You should have started there, Evangelina," she said, gritting her teeth, and her mother smiled. He was the only stubborn one she could stand in her life.

"I love you, son, take care of yourself," Andrea hung up the phone. He loved it when his mother called him, but sometimes he felt she was too mellow for his liking.

Andrea was a man, serious, neat, and correct, so much so that it showed in the way he dressed, but that day, "for no reason" he wanted to dress differently. He left the shirt open at the top buttons, showing his chest; for some reason he wanted to look attractive, seductive, almost Fernando-like, but still feel intimidating.

He got into his car in the back. He didn't want to drive, he was tired from the day, besides, he had to get there quickly, probably Alek's dislike, he was already in the company, he knew him well, and he hated him, he was a man who was not only gallant, but obstinate, and for Andrea Laurenti there was no one more obstinate than he.

When he arrived at the company, the first thing he did was enter Amber's secretary's cubicle.

"Amber, please have the slides ready and try not to make a mistake," he gritted his teeth.

Amber looked up, she was red, she felt lost in trouble, even though she had her job back, she had nowhere to live, and she was thinking about it to borrow money from Andrea. He knew that she had let him down more than once, and he was ashamed to have the audacity to ask him for money.

Andrea saw her red, she was clearly crying. He frowned thoughtfully and said to his trusted bodyguard.

"Amber Rodriguez, I want to know everything about her, and why they want to foreclose on her house," Andrea was not a trusting man, in fact, the only person he managed to trust was Astrid. Of the rest there was no one but his family, who were crazy, yes, but they were certainly the best of all.

He went into his office and prepared the whole project. He was wrapping it all up when Amber called him over the intercom.

"Sir," she said angrily. She hated that the after that kiss the night before was still treating her the same. I have just been informed that they are all already gathered for the meeting.

Andrea gritted his teeth. He hated that, who did he think he was? Who was he to call his partners and arrange meetings without their consent?

"Let's go upstairs," he said, frowning.

He took the relevant papers and walked to the elevator to go upstairs, meeting Amber along the way. Her face looked fresher, although there was an air of sadness and concern in her eyes that bothered Andrea, it bothered him a lot because deep down he loved her to be naughty and clumsy.

They entered the private elevator. The two of them were alone, an awkward silence reigned in the air, until it was broken by both of them at the same time.

"Do you have the slides?" He asked, looking at her out of the corner of his eye.

"Yes, sir, I have everything," she replied as she watched her reflection through the glass of the elevator. He bit his lip as he looked at the opening of his shirt. Her chest looked so exquisite that she would have loved to leave kisses lying around.

Amber sucked in, trying to control her feelings. She had to understand that she was a stupid secretary, and that a man like Andrea Laurenti, arrogant, millionaire, and unsympathetic, wasn't going to take her seriously, and with that she had to realize that this kiss, those kisses meant nothing to him.

When they entered the meeting room, they were all already seated, waiting for Andrea.

"Good morning, I see that everyone is already gathered waiting for the host," he greeted, closing his shirt on purpose to annoy Alek.

Alek smiled sideways.

"Kings are more than hosts, I don't sponsor anyone Andrea Laurenti," Alek stood up to approach Andrea with a smile on his lips, that damn heartthrob smile that bothered the man infinitely. I've come to sign two projects." She held out her hand, and Andrea squeezed it, still looking at him.

"Like two projects?" Andrea asked, confused.

"Your sister, the owner of the fact that the 'host' can't close contracts alone, told me that there was a young lady who gave him a great idea.

Andrea glared at him, Alek, not only was he a stubborn man, but he loved to annoy Andrea whenever he could. He was going to protest, but the man wouldn't let him.

"You must be Amber," he looked her up and down shamelessly. She was beautiful, in fact, even though she was crying she looked even more beautiful than every day, thanks to the beautiful

Red dress that matched her hair perfectly.

Amber held out her hand, and in a gallant gesture the man kissed her.

Andrea felt the fire burning his body, it was boiling in a strange way. He took a deep breath and spoke to see that the idiot wouldn't let go of his hand, and the cat-eyed one wouldn't do anything to make him do it.

"Amber Rodriguez," she said with a smile, which to Laureti's jealous mind was a flirtation.

He clenched his fists behind his back as he walked toward the papers.

"Amber, install the slide!" He said in a thick voice.

Alek smiled inwardly, realizing how red Laureti was with jealousy. He was always jealous, even with Astrid, he always was.

"I hear you," Alek said, sitting down at the table.

Amber looked at him nervously. He was cute, tall, with a pleasant smile, hard features. Definitely very attractive.

"As I explained to Caruso, these are the electric children's toys we want to create.

"That project is my father Laureti's, I don't want you to explain that to me, in fact, I pass the document to me, and I sign it, I want to know about adult toys.

"It's a project that's not set up," Andrea replied, annoyed.

"I don't care, I want that line in my companies, let's see, Miss Amber, how do you think it works, woman?" Alek asked coquettishly.

Amber bit her lips before speaking.

"I think so, in fact, I'm a woman.

"Sex toys are tools used by easy and flirtatious women, a serious woman from home doesn't use that," Andrea hurriedly spoke as he glared at Amber.

The girl looked at Andrea annoyed. She hadn't been with any men, but it didn't seem right to her to say that the women who used those toys were easy and flirtatious.

"Actually, I think he's very confused," she addressed him, not caring if she was fired or not, because she felt Laureti's words more for her than for any other woman. Women and even married couples use sex toys so as not to make their intimacy monotonous and explore as much as possible sexually," Alek smiled.

"I agree with you, Amber, and the man who refuses that possibility is a complete failure in bed," he glared at Andrea.

"There are men who didn't need those devices to satisfy our women, Alek," he said, gritting his teeth.

"Tell me what you're talking about, and I'll tell you what you don't," the man replied with a shrug.

Andrea's face turned all colors at that moment, if it wasn't for his employees, the project, and everything he needed to close with the Caruso company he would have sent to hell.

"I'm going to sign my father's project, and I want Amber to explain to me what inspired her to create such wonderful devices.

"She's not an engineer, it's just drawings Alek, in fact, her forte is fashion designs and..." Andrea replied angrily.

"I can set up a fashion house for her if she wants, but I want to know about those projects. What do you say, let's have dinner tonight and talk a little about it?" Alek asked, unaware that he was drowning Andrea out of jealousy.

Amber didn't know if Andrea's serial killer face was jealous, but she evidently wanted to annoy him, you were tired of him calling her useless, silly, clumsy, and now easy, so it would be time to bother him now, quietly, and more painful than his words.

"Of course, I do, Mr. Alek," she replied with a smile, and after meeting at the time and place Alek left, and five minutes later Andrea was calling Amber on the intercom.

"Amber, come here!" He screamed so loudly that the young woman felt her eardrums hurt, but despite that she didn't feel rage, a smile of satisfaction turned on her face, because she was achieving just what she wanted: to make Andrea burst with rage.

"Yes, tell me," she came in with that little face of I wasn't that I had, but that I was.

Andrea came so close to her that he stuck her to the wall, taking all her personal space, and spoke almost on his lips, with that look full of lust, full of passion, and above all of jealousy:

"You want to see how I don't need those damn toys."