Chapter 4: Secrets

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 observe her gaze and look at the shops passing by. For a moment, it’s like I’m seeing the world via her eyes. The metropolis is vibrant and alive. The way it had been when I first came here. Young and starry-eyed. Yes, Shanghai has a way of making the relaxation of the world seem stupid and gray.

My eyes stray yet again to her face.

She appears almost beautiful in her excitement. Seeing her from the side, without her glasses in the way, is a revelation her eyes are pretty stunning. I thought they were brown, probably because I’ve never paid plenty of attention. Now I see they’re a splendid hazel. The combination of green, brown and gold glow in the sunlight, and for a timeless second, I’m captivated.

Then I disgustedly shake myself from my ideas and remind myself this is Mrs. Ramirez, My married PA. Yes, I care about her, but not like that. Never like that.

Suddenly, the silence becomes awkward for me, and I need to say something. Anything. “So I take it this is your first time in Shanghai?”

She turns to look at me, a warm, open smile on her face. It transforms her. “It is,” she admits. “I never would have imagined it would look this lovely"

“If you suppose this is beautiful, you should see outdoor the city. It’s in contrast to anywhere else.”

She sighs. “I’d love to, but this isn’t a vacation, remember?”

I smile at the way she throws my phrases from beforehand lower back in my face. I wouldn’t let most people get away with that, however for some weird reason I let her. “No, it’s not. But possibly you can find some time in the agenda the next day and the day after to appear around.”

“Will you join me?”She says quickly, “I’d be worried to wander around alone.”

I shake my head. “I’ll be far too busy, but you prepare for a tour information to show you around. I’ll pick out up the cost”

Her look of excitement deflates. “If you’re working, I’m working. You're the boss and am your secretary"

I can’t argue with that. She is my right hand. I want her at my side. I can’t do the matters I prefer to do if she’s no longer around. Still, she deserves to enjoy herself too. She works hard for me instead of complaining. 

We get to the hotel. It is five-star lodging. One of the most luxurious and expensive hotel in Shanghai.. We’re given the VIP therapy welcome and very quickly booked in with the aid of a smiling super-efficient team of workers and taken up to the Tower Club suite on the fifty-sixth floor. Technically, my PA and I will be sharing the space, however the suite is massive enough for her to have her personal bedroom and bathroom. I desire her close. 

The lounge is a picture of luxury. A bottle of champagne and a platter of fruit and cheese is ready on a glass table. The bellhop carries our luggage into our respective rooms. Mine has a king-size mattress and hers is a single. I stroll to the wall to ceiling window and seem down at the view of the whole city with the river strolling through it like a snake. In the late afternoon sun it is pretty something, however Asia also seem to be it's nice at night, when you can’t see the dirt and the grime. Then it will be breathtaking. The home windows are triple glazed, so no sounds permeate it, and it is nearly hypnotic to watch the stressful world so a way under in entire silence.

“Excellent desire on the hotel, you always make the right choices which is why I trust you” I say.

“Thank you, Eros"

I turn away from the window and clap my palms together. “Right. Dinner is in three hours. Just enough time to smooth up, do some work, and get ready. I’ll catch you at quarter to eight?”

She nods. “I’ll be ready.

I go into my room and close the door on her.

***

The first thing was to call the housekeeping department to pick up my suit and shirt to make sure they are pressed and presentable for tonight. It’s not that I’m worried about my appearance. Of course, I take care of myself, but I also need to look smart and approachable for the meetings and press conference. Tonight, though, I need to show our possible Chinese investors and business partners my professional and smooth side.

The business lifestyle is an elaborate affair, however one component I understand for sure. Little things matter in things like this. I peel my shirt away from my sticky pores and skin and wash away the sticky heat of Shanghai in the shower. Feeling refreshed and blissfully cool after a shave, I come lower back to my bedroom. I have two hours to kill, so I lounge on the mattress in my boxer briefs, and start going through my pitch to my clients.

A sudden scream Pierces through, In the blissful silence of triple glazed windows, the sound is piercingly loud. My papers slide off my lap as I jump off the bed. Sprinting throughout the lounge, I throw open my secretary’s bedroom door, and skid to a stop. She’s standing in the center of the room, clutching a small towel to her. She spins around and stutters..

Oh shit!

"Eros, I mean, Sir”She stutters nervously.

“What is it?” I ask, staring at her in disbelief. She is now not carrying her glasses, her hair is cascading down her back, and her legs are long and deliciously smooth. I don’t comprehend why, but I notion she’d have furry legs. I blink. Damn it.

She points a shaking finger towards the bathroom.

Tearing my eyes away from her dripping body, I stride over to the bathroom and look inside. “What? I don’t see anything,” I say, looking round the empty bathroom.

“Look in the tub. There’s a big freaking spider in it.”

“A Spider?

"In a hotel this luxurious" I say in disbelief, although a little relieved as Hell because the way she screamed, I thought she was being stabbed to her demise with a rusty knife.

“Yea a spider. They didn't exactly write "It's a spider free hotel" on their website" she counters, her voice rising hysterically. “Go and see it. That thing is a monster.”

“Don’t be such a baby,” I reply as I cross to the bath and seem inside. It’s vibrant blue, furry, the dimension of a goddamn softball. “Shit. That is big.”

“I advised you,” she cries fearfully. “I can’t believe I was in there with that thing. ”

My returned is to her, so I didn’t have to hide my smile. “I’m positive he was once just making an attempt to get a peek at you,” I tease. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of this little peeping Tom.” I go lower back out to my room and take hold of one of my shoes. I return and it is nevertheless attempting to climb the slippery sides of the bath. Alright, you little pervert. No more ogling my horny assistant. The arthropod makes a squashing sound. Wadding up some toilet paper in my hand I scoop up the blob that looks like beaten blueberries. I flush its remains down the toilet, chuck my splattered shoe in the trashcan, and flip around.

“Problem solved.”

She is looking at me from the door with simply her head poking around the door frame. Her hair is putting in wet waves around her face. “Are you sure?”

I roll my eyes. “Yes, I’m sure. It’s all safe now.”

She takes a step into the rest room and time freezes.

She nonetheless has a towel wrapped around her, but just barely. It’s too small. In her haste to run out of the shower, she must have grabbed the incorrect towel. The cloth clings to her wet skin, leaving very little to the imagination.

The swell of her breasts beneath the towel is shocking. They seem to be ripe and full, and I fight a wild urge to reach out and touch them. A bead of water drips down her neck between her breasts. My eyes observe it. Fuck, there’s a lot of cleavage there. If the towel had been an inch lower, I’d see everything.

I had no thinking she hid such wonderful titties beneath her saggy outfits.

I observe the curve of her physique down from her breasts to her hips, then down to her uncovered thighs. Her pores and skin is creamy and flawless. I choose to taste each inch of it.

The area of the towel comes down to the top of her legs, barely hiding her pussy from my hungry gaze. Somehow, I sense like this is extra seductive than if she’d been completely naked. She’s revealing so a great deal however no longer definitely showing whatever at all. It was once a tease. A flip on. My insides clench with desire, and I feel my cock stir in my boxers.

I look up at her face quickly, no longer trying her to see me eye-fucking her. Again, I’m taken with the aid of surprise at how amazing she looks. Her lengthy darkish hair is no longer in the too-tight bun she constantly wears. It falls to her shoulders in waves.

And except her glasses, her eyes enchant me. I caught a hint of it in the cab trip over, however seeing her up close like this is like getting hit by way of lightning.

It used to be the first time I’ve ever viewed her. Really seen her. She’s been hiding her horny body from the world under these horrible outfits. Or possibly she’s been hiding it from me. Either way, it’s a shame. A girl this first-rate wants to exhibit it all off. To hide it is a crime. It’s like keeping the Mona Lisa included up under sackcloth. The world deserves to see it.

Athena Ramirez is a masterpiece!

She's as beautiful as her name Athena, a gorgeous Goddess of beauty!

I can’t reconcile the two versions of her. My simple assistant can’t perhaps be the girl standing in front of me. She looks like her mind-blowingly hotter, younger sister.

All of these thoughts run through my thinking in a count of seconds. Even then, it feels like I’ve stared too long. I’m no longer shy when it comes to letting a female know how a lot I appreciate the sight of her, however this is my married PA. And I continually preserve things expert between me and my secretaries. I’m now not going to end now.

Our eyes meet.

Something like an electrical charge crackles in the air between us. I'd be surprised if she feels it, too. Probably not. She had just screamed for me to help kill a spider, not to take advantage of the situation and stare at her nearly bare body.

At that moment, I grow to be exceedingly conscious that I’m solely sporting my boxer briefs. I don’t thinking showing off my body. I take care of myself for that very reason. But the sight of Athena's body is pleasing.

I might not be rock hard turned on right now but I’m getting there. I want to cut the tension or this matter between us is going to get definitely awkward. I have to say something. Anything. Just to get my thinking off how exact she looks. To distract that animal phase of my horny glands that is screaming at me to throw her towards the wall and fuck her senseless.

That is, of course, after I rip the towel off and see what other stunning secrets she’s been hiding from me, and jogging my tongue over every inch of her…until she begs me to let her come.

Shit, this isn’t helping.

I clear my throat to make certain she can’t hear the wish in my voice. “So, Athena, You’re looking different"

She peers down at herself and her cheeks turn red. “Yeah, it’ a-a I’m not wearing any clothes.”

“It seems to look good on u more.”

Her head jerks up and she appears at me in surprise. “Mr Eros?”

I pressure a smile and raise my fingers in a placating gesture. “That came out wrong.”

It’s not that I’m nervous. In fact, it’s the opposite. The fact that I discover her so attractive has kicked my intercourse power into gear. I prefer to butter her up. I prefer to take things to a sexual place. That’s my intuition in a situation like this.

I’m stumbling over my words because I’m currently struggling with those instincts. I’m trying to preserve things from altering between us. No remember how much my cock is telling me to let it happen. “What I mean is…” I pause. It’s getting way too hot in this bathroom. “How do I say this except completely pissing you off?”

She bites her lower lip. “Just say it.”

My eyes go with the flow over her one greater time and I have to force myself now not to lick my lips. “Fine. You’re very attractive.”

Her mouth gapes open, these sensual green-gold eyes wide, however I’ve already started. There’s no stopping now. The water is dripping down, drop with the aid of drop, over the arch of her neck and all I desire to do is lick it off. I’m carrying a full hard-on by means of now. This is all so insane. I clear my throat. “I’m not hitting on you. I’m simply pronouncing this as a fact. Normally, at work, you clothe yourself in such unflattering clothes, and you keep your hair wrapped in a schoolmarm bun all the time. With a couple of new outfits and a new hairstyle, you’d be a hell of a looker.”

Her eyes develop troubled. “I think not” she says.

I’m surprised by way of her response. “What do you mean by that?”

She shrugs, and her towel shifts in a very distracting way. “I’m not stupid, Mr. Eros. I know how to dress properly but I had to have a whole new wardrobe look because it's what you wanted.”

I stare at her, attempting to recognize what she’s saying. “Wait, Why would you want to make your self unattractive?”

Her eyes lock with mine  as she blurts out saying"Because of you!!