Eros Ramazzotti
2 years later ..
So it's been 2 years since Athena has been working for me. He dosen't know if he should call himself crazy for the way he acts around her sometimes. Strangely enough he has no idea why his eyes are always pinned on her when she's so poorly and badly dressed, she's definitely not like the models he date or even plays around with, and even now he can't believe how fucking irritated he is right now.
For the past 2 years he found himself secretly drooling after her and he just can't find the reason why! She's freaking married although sometimes he wishes she wasn't..
He has definitely lost count of how his embarrassed himself in front of her and fucking flirted with her.
Fury slams into my head. The guy at the immigration counter continues to look her up and down. Then the smarmy bastard lifts his eyebrow in a completely inappropriate way. My hand clenches the handle of my briefcase to stop myself from going over to him, knocking his head off, and shoving it up his ass
Jesus. Christ!
Where the hell did that come from?
What's she turned him into??
Athena Ramirez is not my girlfriend. She’s my damn PA! She works under me, scratch that, for me. Plus, she’s married. I never mix business with pleasure. And she is the last person to turn my head. I’m pretty certain that I’ve never met a woman who is more determined to look like someone’s grandmother. Terrible nerdy glasses, not a lick of makeup, severe bun, dowdy clothes. She’s got it all.
Working with Athena Ramirez unattractive self for 2 good damn years is a whole new freaking level of change. He has never had just one secretary for that long, but here she is, With him on a business trip in Shanghai china.
Although, to be honest, her utter lack of sex appeal was one of the reasons I hired her. I make it a point not to work with attractive women. I didn’t always have that line in the sand, but I’m thirty-four now, and I’ve bedded enough women to know the score
Basically, I’m sex on a stick.
That’s not bragging or conceit. It’s just the way things are. I see the looks I get from women when I walk by. Their eyes widen, their lips part, and they focus on me like nothing else in the world exists. Throw in the fact I’m filthy rich into the equation and suddenly, I’m irresistible. That’s fine outside of the office, but in an office environment, it’s a damn nightmare.
I want to keep things strictly professional. Partly, because I don’t need that kind of complication, but mostly, I just don’t want to be the guy who bangs his secretary. I find the whole idea sleazy and vulgar. It’s not who I am.
Hiring married, dowdy women like Athena Ramirez makes it easy to stick to my rule. Even if they are the type to cheat on the side, they understand I’m not in their league. It’s great for me too; I’ll never be distracted or tempted. Sure, some men might find her sexy. Notice the reaction of the fool at the counter, but not me. My type runs to models, ‘it’ girls, or just straight up bimbos. At least, this is how it’s supposed to work in theory. And how it has worked for the last two months she’s been with me.
Peanuts for brains returns her passport and she hurries to join me. My theory has worked for the last two months and there is no reason it should not work for the foreseeable future. Deliberately, I glower at her.
“Sorry, it took so long,” she says meekly, tucking her passport into her purse.
“Try to keep up, Mrs. Ramirez.” Turning on my heel, I start striding away. I can hear her sensible librarian shoes clacking on the polished floor as she jogs alongside. I know I’m being an ass, but I’m still reeling from the crazy moment in my head when I got all possessive over her.
My nostrils flare suddenly. “What’s that smell?”
She blushes. “One of the stewardesses spilled some sardines on me.”
Now, I can’t help staring at the color seeping up her neck and into her cheeks. I frown with irritation. I’m losing it. What’s wrong with me? Sure, I’ve been working flat out all week and I was exhausted before the nineteen-hour flight from New York, but this just isn’t me. I don’t lust after my secretaries. Especially, plain Janes like her.
I glance at her brown turtle-neck top. “We’re in Shanghai. Why are you dressed as if we are on a trip to Alaska?”
“Uh…huh, I thought it might be cold in the hotel,” she mutters, her eyes sliding away.
I shake my head and carry on walking towards baggage claim shaking my head.
The airport is ultra-modern and clean, but it’s packed with travelers, clogging up the walkways in the terminal. Although, the crowd parts easily in front of me. I tower over most of the people here. They move out of my way like I’m going to knock them over if they don’t. It’s not far from the truth. I feel impatient and restless. I put it down to the fact that I’ve got a lot riding on this trip.
“Did you confirm our reservations for this evening?”
“Yes. Table for six 8.00 p.m.”
I nod with satisfaction. “Good. If we land these Chinese clients, it’ll be our first step toward breaking into the Asian markets. An entire hemisphere of untapped potential, ripe for the taking will open up.”
“Of Course, Mr. Eros”
“What’s on tomorrow?”
She checks her phone. “You’re scheduled to be at a conference for the seminar on Developing New Business Markets in the morning. It starts at eight, but the two speakers you were interested in listening to, start at nine and eleven respectively. You have an hour to kill in between, so I’ve scheduled for you to meet with Mr. Chang who has flown in specially from Singapore for that meeting.”
“Great. Is lunch with Mathew still on?”
“Yes, at one. I’ve booked a table at a very popular restaurant.”
I nod. “You will be joining us, right?”
“If you need me?”
“Yes, I do. You’ll have to take some notes.”
“I’ll change the reservation.”
“What's next?
“That’s right. Your presentation is at 2.30 p.m.”
“You brought the slides for it?”
“They’re in my suitcase.”
“Good.” I run my hand along the back of my neck. The airport is fully conditioned and I am already sweating. “What am I doing after that?”
“It’ll be 4.00 p.m. by then. I thought you might want some free time to rest, or do some sightseeing.”
I spear her with a disapproving look. “Mrs. Athena, this isn’t a vacation. I didn’t get where I am in the world by taking it easy and walking around like a goddamn tourist. We’re here to work. See about scheduling something for tomorrow evening. I don’t want any down time while I’m out here. Might as well seize every opportunity we can.”
“I just thought—”
“Well, stop thinking. Let me do that. Your job is to keep my life running smoothly, so I can think. Speaking of which, go grab our bags. I need to make a call.”
She scampers off obediently, and for a second I stare at her ass, even though it is impossible to tell what it actually looks like under all the layers of clothes she wears. Today, she is wearing a pant suit. It’s a nice suit. Very professional. The problem is it’s at least two sizes too big for her. She practically swims inside the fabric. Like a kid wearing her mother’s clothes.
Her choice of clothing is quite incredible. Once she came to work in a grey suit that was so meritless and ugly I nearly said something, but I managed to hold back. Her fashion choices are none my business.
I chuck her out of my head and call head office in New York. There are a couple of deals being negotiated that need my input. I give the senior vice president his instructions, and hang up just as my PA rushes back, rolling both our bags on either side of her.
Her face is flushed with exertion and despite the thick lenses of her glasses, I see dark circles under her eyes. I guess it can’t have been much fun for her travelling in coach with screaming babies all around her and the air stewardess spilling fish sauce on her. I consider saying something nice, but I bite the comment back. Our relationship is perfect at the moment. She is without doubt one of the best PA’s I’ve ever had, and I’m damned if I’m going to ruin it.
We get out of the airport and the heat slams into me. It’s like being in a sauna. “Where’s the driver?” I ask her impatiently.
She looks around, concerned. “He should be here.”
“Well, I don’t see anyone with a placard with my name on it.”
“They use iPads for that now,” she murmurs.
“Whatever they use,” I say irritably.
She pulls her phone from her pocket. “Let me call and find out what’s going on.”
I cross my arms impatiently, as she begins speaking to someone on the other end of the line. “No, that’s not what I emailed,” she says calmly. “I’m sorry your driver wasted his time by coming here an hour ago, but if you take the time to check my email, you’ll see that I sent the correct instructions and the flight was neither delayed nor early.” She pauses. “How long will it take you to organize another car?” She listens then frowns. “No, we can’t wait here for an hour. I’ll find alternative arrangements. For the record, I’ll be expecting a refund of the payment I have already made.” The other person raises his voice and she listens to him ranting with pursed lips. Two months with her is enough to know that means she’s dealing with an asshole, but she’s just too professional to stoop to his level.
Anger rises up in me. I can be hard on her, but I won’t stand by and let someone treat her like shit. She doesn’t deserve that. “Is everything, alright?” I ask her.
“No, but I can handle it,” she says, holding the phone slightly away from her ear.
“I know you can handle it,” I say, meaning it. “It’s not you I’m referring to. It’s the asshole on the other end.” I extend my hand to her. “Give me the phone.”
I can tell from her slight hesitation that she doesn’t want to, but she knows better than to disobey a direct order from me. She passes the phone to me.
I put it to my ear.
By now, the man on the phone is not just yelling, he’s going ape-shit. His accent is thick, but I make out ‘stupid fucking bitch’ just fine.
This is the point where I cut him off. “Stop speaking. Now.”
He is so shocked he stops mid-sentence.
“Now, I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, speaking to my assistant that way, but you’ve gone way over the line. If you were here in person, I would teach you a lesson in manners. And if I didn’t have better things to do with my time, I’d go down there personally to see that you never speak to a woman that way again.”
“Sir, I apologize for—”
“Did I say you could fucking talk?”
The man goes completely silent for a moment, before making the mistake of opening his trap again. “No, sir, but—”
“Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to hang up this phone. Then I’m going to spread the word to all my associates that your car service is blacklisted. If I were a betting man, I’d say the majority of your clients are businessmen. Well, not anymore. You might want to start looking for a new job now.” I hang up before he can say anything else.
She is staring at me wide-eyed.
I hand her phone back to her. “Too much?” I ask.
A slow smile spreads across her face. “Could be, but he was an asshole.”
“Send an email to all your friends about these guys.”
She cocks her head in confusion. “My friends?”
“Well, not your friends, exactly. But all the other assistants to my friends. The ones you deal with on a daily basis. Tell them never to use this car service again. Whatever the hell it’s called. Maybe then our friend will learn a bit of humility.”
She nods. “I will. And, Mr. Eros?”
“What is it, Mrs. Ramirez?”
“Thank you,” she says.
I shoot her a tight smile. “No one treats you that way. Not while I’m around. Now go find us an ordinary cab, but make sure it’s air-conditioned
Eros Ramazzotti The driver sings softly to himself as he navigates via the hellish traffic of downtown Shanghai. He has a lousy voice, the urge to tell him to "Shut the Fuck up" itched at him. Sighing out in frustration I stared out of my window. Shanghai never changes. Tall buildings, busy sidewalks, men and female in colorful clothes. Even where we are now, stuck in traffic, there are adequate glimpses into Shanghai’s subculture to make the area sense exceptional and mysterious. At least, that’s how it felt the first time I came here. I’ve traveled a lot, viewed a lot, and done a lot. This is the first day trip I am taking with my PA. I assume I heard one of the managers point out that this would possibly even been her first outing abroad. All of this should be so new to her. I directed my attention to stare at her. She is leaning ahead and watching out the windows, her eyes extensive and shining. I obser
Athena RamirezIt'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
Eros Ramazzotti“Holy shit, Athena” I mutter.Athena smiles at me. “Oh boy is that a yes or a no"??”“It good, it's okay you look Damn good.” I look her up and down, mesmerized. “It’s just a surprise. That’s all.”She lifts an eyebrow at me. “A bigger surprise than seeing me in a towel?”“Actually, yes,” I reply. It’s not just the clingy dress that snags my interest, although it certainly did. But her face looks so different, too. She’s done something different with her makeup. It’s not like she painted on a new face. No, the differences are subtle, but powerful.“Why aren't you putting on your glasses tonight?” I ask."Emm, like I have a confession to make.”“Let me guess.”“Yup. I don’t actually need glasses,” she says, her lips curving u
Athena RamirezEro pulls me into the suite, and I’m tearing his clothes off before he could even close the door. What he did to me in the limo was amazing, but I need more. So much and a lot more.Years of craving and desiring someone she had considered forbidding and off limits, I enough to make one go crazy. His jacket comes off first. As I run my fingers over his chest, savoring the feeling of him. Then I yank his shirt open maybe a little too roughly scattering buttons all over the room. This isn’t the first time I’m seeing his chest, but it’s the first time I can actually touch it.After so many nights of sex dreams and painful desires, I could finally feel him!His muscles tense where my fingers graze his skin. Power radiates from him. It’s as if the spirit of a Greek god has been awake and his sexual power and arousal is vibrating beneath my palms. I shiver at the feeling. It&r
Athena RamirezDamn, it hasn't even been that long since he had been inside her, we had both fallen asleep but he woke up with yet another arousal and it felt like something was missing.Eros's hands slowly move up my bare back, over my shoulders and down to my aching breasts. I am ever so grateful when his fingers begin to flick and fondle my nipples through the tight fabric of my dress. I let a moan escape through our fused mouths and Eros devours it, muffling my cry of pleasure. He lets a hand travel south, easing between my thighs, searching for my heat. I’m on fire- a white hot flame of scorching ecstasy. The gap between my legs is humid with expectation. He slides a finger across my clitoris with slow, relentless torment. My knees buckle at the contact, and he continues his torture- back and forth, back and forth- until my muffled moans can no longer be contained. Just when I think his assault has ended, he slides the finger insi
Athena RamirezThe first thing that pulled me out of my heavy sleep was my pondering head. My body felt like it had been crushed by a truck. My flick my heavy eyelids open and flinch at the glaring morning light. Yellow sunlight is streaming in through the windows. My head pounds, and my mouth is dry and sour and any slight movement I made , made my head throb terribly.Shit!I drank past my limit last nightt?I’m not a heavy drinker. A few glasses of wine to take the edge off after work was about as tipsy as I can or ever get. I don’t have time to go out and party like I did in college. Troy kept me busy for that.Our client last night didn't want to back down and turning down a drink offered by them would have seemed rude. Eros seemed to have been in the same boat as me..."Eros, Oh shit"Immediately I mentioned his name memories of last night begins to plague me.I swivel m
Athena RamirezEros's meeting with one of our investors was just in an hour and since the big discovery, I don't have to hide how I look anymore. Although the arrangement with Eros is still new and confusing but what's certain is that I needed a change of wardrobe and so I asked for directions from one of the staff at the hotel. They directed me to a luxury store and the shop turns out to be the gift that keeps on giving. Eros gave me his black card to use for any emergency and even a change of wardrobe so here I am, Like a kid in a sweet shop, I buy dresses, pant-suits, skirts, tops, jackets, shoes, bags and scarves. I leave carrying six bags of stuff for me. I even got a gorgeous silk suit too. It’s one of those classic once In a lifetime moments. If I had used my card, I would have blown six months of my Salary but heck, I won’t have to shop for the next year.After running up to my room to change, I come down in a fitted red
Eros RamazzottiHere I am talking about a huge business enterprise with Magnus Bane. Trying to keep a straight face and not blow up at him for flirting at his Athena. His business side activates and flips on like an autopilot car. The way he hugged and kissed Athena is nevertheless making my blood boil. It took all his willpower not to push the fucking table over and yank him off her.Magnus Bane is part of his board members, shareholder and one of his loyal investors and a very good client of his. He had always admired his loyalty to the company but right now he can't help but wanting to punch him in his stupid, cocky face if he tries something like that once more with Athena.. As it is, I’m half tempted to reduce this meeting quick right now and sever all ties with him. There are different fishes in the sea and I don’t need him.But I know that’s simply my temper getting the highest of me, so I pretend as if nothing is wrong and
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Are you almost ready?”” he asks.“Just about. I need one second.”“For what?” Jace asks as he closes his suitcase.“I told Isabelle I'd call her once we got here.” Jace rolls his eyes and lets his body sluggishly fall to the couch. “Stop it, it'll be quick. I promise,” I say, pouting my bottom lip.“Quick. . . right. You know my sister, nothing is ever quick with her.” Jace spreads out on the couch and pulls the bright orange decorative pillow under his head. “Wake me up when you're done.”I giggle as I pull my phone out and call Isabelle. Pressing the phone to my ear, I look out the window and wait for her to answer. The city is absolutely beautiful.Trees are blooming with big pink flowers all the way down the sidewalk as far as I can see. I can smell the floral scent in the room. The sky is clear and there are people everywhere, enjoying the gorgeous weather.“Finally!” she yells into the phone as she answers. “I thought you guys were dead.”“Dead? We were on a six-hour flight. It'
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Jace HerondaleJace was kissing me. Deep, drugging kisses that made my toes curl.But then he pressed into me again, pushing my thighs apart, gripping my hips and plunging forward, and I forgot about everything else. The sensation of him entering me was unlike anything else. And the look of determined concentration on his face, like he was almost in pain with how good it felt? I understood that exactly. It was almost too much to bear.His every movement was controlled, each one designed to bring me maximum pleasure. I never wanted this to end.“Has anyone ever fucked you like this?”“No. Never.” That was the honest truth. He was so deep and so possessive, so vocal, commanding my attention and demanding submission. It was like fitting a key into a locked box.Watching his thick length spear me—part me, plunge deep inside and then withdraw, wet with our juices—was almost obscene. When he bottomed out, I ground my hips against his pelvis, lost to the sensation. Isabelle’s brother fucked
Jace Herondale's P.O.V.I woke up with a face full of hair and a massive erection. The hell?Combing back the honey-colored tresses with my fingers, I blinked open one eye and saw that I was still in bed with Hera. I’d fallen asleep listening to her deep, steady breaths, enjoying the closeness long after I should have moved to my own room. It usually took me forever to unwind enough to fall asleep after a shift, but lying there in the darkness and listening to her breathe, I was able to break through the day’s tension and just relax.But what had started innocently, with me on top of the blankets, somehow had ended with me stripped down to my boxer briefs and under the covers with Hera. I had no idea what time it was, only that it was barely daylight. The T-shirt she’d slept in had ridden up to expose her pink cotton panties printed all over with little donuts, complete with colorful sprinkles.A wry smile tugged at my mouth. She was sexy without even trying. Most women weren’t sexy f
Jace HerondaleIt shouldn’t have, but Hera going out on that date really pissed me off. I knew I had little right to be angry; she didn’t owe me anything, and I’d barely even seen her in the week since our near miss.But I couldn’t help the jealous rage that boiled through my veins when I found her on the porch with that guy. And when I thought he’d hurt her? I wanted to pummel his face in. I still didn’t know if it was like she’d claimed, that they’d just bumped heads when he tried to kiss her, but Hera had never lied to me, as far as I knew.On my drive to the hospital, I called to check on Isabelle to check how she was doing. Maybe sooner or later I'll have to tell her about Hera, My life these days consisted of obligations. I worked, slept, hit the gym, studied, checked in on my mom and sister, worked some more. Lather. Rinse. Repeat. I knew there was a purpose, knew there was a reason I was doing this, but fuck, some days it was hard to remember what that reason was.Tonight the
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Jace Herondale's P.O.V.Have you decided yet?” Dr. Stinson asked, standing beside me.I looked down at the options again and frowned. Turkey meat loaf or lasagna. If I was going to rock Hera’s world tonight, I wanted to eat light. I didn’t want a stomach full of heavy food to impact my performance.“I might just hit the salad bar,” I said, turning to see if the offerings looked wilted.Dr. Stinson chuckled. “I wasn’t asking if you’d decided on dinner. I meant your specialty. You have a clear talent for setting the opposite sex at ease. You’d make a great women’s care practitioner.”Grabbing a tray from the stack, I followed him to the salad bar. “I’ve been thinking more about, uh . . .”The first thing that jumped into my mind was cardiology. That was what I’d said when Hera had asked. But that was Dr. Stinson’s specialty, and I knew if I said that, he’d start talking my ear off. And I really wanted a break from intense career discussions right now.“Plastic surgery,” I finally blurte