Personal Assistant (He Really Loves Me: Book 3)

Prologue

“I’m going to die a virgin.”

Christina sat at the end of the bar sliding a bottle of El Presidente across the counter in front of her. Earlier she woke up late to a rainy day, got wet trying to hail a taxi, forgot the sales files on her coffee table and got yelled at by her boss; she couldn’t even call her boyfriend because well, she doesn’t have one. The only big highlight to it was a little boy who gave her a lollipop after getting wet.

 Also, there is her boss. Damn him and his inconsiderate personality. Ever since he hired her, he’s been nothing but a pain in the ass and crusher of egos. Sure, she should leave the job but she can’t. Why? She actually loves this job. Mario de la Fuertes is a monster when it comes to making deals and expanding his business but it’s understandable since he is the sole heir of the El Pacito hotel chain.

Putting all that aside, that’s not the real reason that’s got her down in the dumps. Mario de la Fuertes is the kind of man whose personality she loathes, yet still she’s wildly attracted to him: that large six foot four frame, dark brown hair, fiery hazel eyes, straight nose, beautifully shaped lips-the lower slightly fuller than the top-all perfectly set on a chiseled face. His physique is not far behind; for under all those custom tailored suits, is a body she longed to be against. Why long? The attraction didn’t just start today, it’s been four years:

“Ms. Lopez, you can go home early today.” Mario spoke with his no-nonsense demeanor.

“But Sir I…”

“Go home.” and he left without listening to her rebuttal.

Forget it Mr. Fuertes, Christina thought, there is no way I’m letting you bust my butt for incompetency tomorrow and maybe even fire me. I’m staying.

It was 11:30 at night and Christina had finally finished the reports on the hotels’ staffs and guests’ commentaries not to mention financial statements for the month and right now she needed a good shower. Her initial idea was to leave it on his desk and get ready for the next day but that was quickly road blocked when she heard sounds coming from behind the door but what’s even more shocking is what was happening behind the door.

A very naked, very voluptuous woman knelt before a half-dressed Mario whose shirt, jacket and tie is missing and pants is unzipped revealing the most magnificent lower anatomy of a human being she’d never seen to which the woman is holding very firmly in her hand. She proceeded to licking the tip then worked her way down slowly moving her head in and out until she swallowed all of him.

Mario moved his hips a bit to feel her lips rub against his dark pubic hair then pulled most of her hair together in a ponytail in his large hand before standing up and commenced fucking her mouth like a wet pussy. Christina’s eyes widened and heart quickened as she continued to watch the onslaught of Mario’s maliciousness but it was doing weird things to her. Soon, two of her fingers were in her mouth and pretending that Mario was violating her instead.

After a good five minutes, Mario dragged her up and bent her over his desk to which he spread her legs and the folds of her wet pussy and filled her with earth-shattering force he could’ve damn well break the desk. Christina felt it deep within her as she dropped to the floor weak in the knees. His movements were so rough and fast the woman could not contain herself, as did Christina who was feeling every bit of it as the woman is she could cry, and when she realized what she was doing, she forced her legs to move and ran out of the building leaving the reports on the floor.

Ever since that night, she has thought of no one else except her boss, and though she hides it well from him, she can’t help but let her insides flow and pool between her legs, and can’t do anything about it for she prides herself on chastity.

Oh well, Christina thought still sliding the bottle, better to turn twenty-six than hope for something that will never happen. Then she got up, leaving the payment and a tip under the bottle, and drearily went home so she could face Mr. Fuertes another day, albeit painfully.