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Pov Samantha.

My cheeks are hot from the discomfort I have. I frown as I search for the three folders with the help of my secretary from the three years, I've been a manager. Fernando, he in his maximum arrogance, has made a fool of me in front of everyone, and although I confess that it was my fault for pretending that I didn't know him, it bothers me that he is so cruel to send me to look for the printed folders, when with only a code, and a little time, he can enter the virtual files,  (Everything here is supposed to be robotized.)

"Chloe, I found the last folder here," I say, bending down to the end of the shelf to pick it up. 

"Do you have what I asked for?" A hoarse voice asks behind me.

I stand with a red face, because of the position I had, and at the same time because I hear her beautiful voice behind me.

"Yes, here's Fernando," I say, handing him the folders.

He doesn't take the folder from my hands, he walks past me and starts looking at my whole office with a stupid smile on his lips, and it's not that it bothers me, I love his smile, and his wide back, and also the smell he's leaving in my office.

"Concentrate Samantha, you're a sinner.”

Anyway, I'm really bothered by the reason that, who invited him into my office? And it's not that I don't like that he's here, it's that he's an abuser, he thinks that because he's my boss, and he's better than eating with his fingers, he's going to come and do whatever he wants.

"Since you've left the folders, I've been looking for hours in my hands, and you're coming into my office, without knocking on the door, I'm going to make a couple of things clear to you," he turns and squints to look at me.

"I'd like you to call me boss, I suggest it sounds better, don't you think?" He says relaxed.

I swallow thickly at the sound of it, and clench my fists in the annoyance of his words, Boss? Is it really necessary? I can't call him Mr. Laureti, or Fernando Laureti, No, he wants me to call him boss.

"Boss?" Do I need to call you that? I have a trust with Mr. Demetrio, and I have never spoken to him so formally," he snorted.

Fernando's blue eyes darken, and I can swear there's a demon behind his Greek god face, an exquisite demon who invites me to sin.

He walks over to me, getting my back to stick to my pink desk, and my panties get soaked. I look around looking for Chloe, but she's gone, and it's not that I'm nervous, or maybe a little, but how could I not? I have the face of the man of my life a few inches away from me, his smell of face cologne fills my nostrils, and his giant body covers me a little. I swallow thickly, trying to grab strength and send him to hell, but he stops me.

"Although I look a lot like my father, Miss Samantha, believe me I'm not him, so from now on you'll tell me, boss," the words that come out of his mouth are so slow that it fills me with spasm.

Fernando looks at my lips, and then at my breasts, and I swear I see how he pursues his lips when he sees me, could it be that he likes me? 

Without giving anything time, I push it a little, and step over it, to get to the coffee maker I have in my office.

"Boss," I say with a grimace. May it be the first and last time you enter my office without permission, even though you are my superior, I am the manager of the company until your father tells you to, so..." I raise the cup I just poured to my lips and after taking a sip of my coffee I finish saying the word:  He does me a favor and leaves my office.

Fernando, instead of being bothered by my words, looks at me in a mocking way that makes my body tremble.

I squeeze my legs to keep from falling, as I watch him walk out the office door, a smile on his face.

"Try to change the scenery of this office, pink?" Really? I'm guessing you're not fifteen, are you? He says before leaving.

When he closes the door, I can breathe normally, and I confess that my little thing manages to calm down.

"My God, may the Mother Superior never know what I think."

I look at my office with a smile, and I realize that it's all a bit childish, but don't judge me, I love the color pink, combined with white, besides, what woman doesn't love it? And well, I thought my office would look good with those two colors, even though according to him, it's a girl's.

I smile at his words, and then sit down at my desk; Being the manager of such a large company takes up most of my time, especially now that I'm going to have my "boss" sighing in the back of my neck twenty-four hours a day.

"I hope I'll sigh somewhere else."

I shake my head at my words, and then dive right into my computer, which by the way is also pink, when I hear the door open.

My heart races at the thought that she is the love of my life again, but then I calm down as I see Chloe nervously walking in my direction.

He sits on the couch and looks at me, waiting for me to tell him something.

"What?" I say annoyedly as I start typing something on my laptop.

She stands up with a smile, and then sits down at my desk. Chloe is the only one who has this trust in me, from the rest outside my office I am a woman of strong character, formal, and highly respected, and above all "holy" nuns raised me, how could I not be?

"What a sinner"

"He's more handsome in person, isn't he?" Did you smell her perfume? It smells divine, too, his clothes close to his body, his quality shoes, the Rolex in his left hand.

"Did you detail all that?"

"I didn't notice any of that, Chloe, and I think you should go to work, you see how grumpy the new boss is, and I don't want any trouble.

"Moody?" He gets off the desk and crosses his arms. You are in a bad mood, Chief Fernando is the most beautiful thing my eyes have ever seen, he is like an actor in a movie," I raise an eyebrow when I see her daydreaming.

"I haven't even noticed," I'm lying.

She narrows her eyes, and then comes so close to me, that she invades my personal space and says:

"Are you going to say you don't like Fernando?!" He's the sexiest, handsomest man I've ever seen, besides—he comes close to my hate—:d out there he's addicted to sex, and he's got a women's club for himself.

"Holy Virgin of the Orgasm"

"Chloe, who said those things?" Stop talking crazy things and go to your office," I say, feigning annoyance, but she doesn't flinch.

"I'd be happy, being one of that club, I swear I'd let myself be given as a drawer that doesn't close by that adonis of beauty," I widen my eyes as I listen to my nice secretary.

"Chloe, to your office, now!" I yell at her, and she smiles to leave.

I feel the heat fill my body. Chloe's words left me with a horrible excitement, and how could it not? Yes, I've dreamed of Fernando's body all my life, but there's only one problem, I don't want to belong to the club, I want it to be mine.