Personal Assistant (He Really Loves Me: Book 3)

Chapter 4

“So how’s it going in Italy?” Christina gave Priscilla a call because she hadn’t since she arrived.

“It is indeed beautiful…”

“No, how’s IT going in Italy?”

“Oh… there were a few close… encounters but nothing happened.”

“Then you’re not turning on the Lopez charm high enough.”

“I am but he’s tough!”

“Or it could be that your virgin qualities are catching up with you.”

“Don’t say that!”

“Hey, I never said it was a bad thing, I just said it was catching up with you.”

“It still sounded highly offensive.”

Priscilla laughed, “I’m sorry, that just tells you to be upfront with him and then he will understand. Well, you keep trying and I hope you get the results that you want and need.”

“Easier said than done, you want me to die from embarrassment, and I hope so too,” and hung up the phone.

“Honestly, this is the first time I’ve ever checked out a hotel without any hitches,” Mario commented positively. They were in the conference hall reviewing their visit over the last few days. For how far ahead of schedule they were the extra days could be used to enjoy themselves.

“I’ve been with you for four years Sir, I know what you mean.”

Locked up in a conference room was the perfect time to try something Christina has been trying to do for days. “Be upfront” Cilla says, Christina thought, hmph, easier said than done. Yet, she sucked it up and shut the folder in front of Mario.

“And you did that…”

“Listen to me because I’m only going to say this once. We’ve been working together for four years and I know I didn’t give any sort of hints but I like you -more than like you- I’m in love you and these past few days I’ve been trying to show you keep avoiding me…”

She loves me…. She LOVES me!!! Mario couldn’t believe what he’s hearing. She loves him, and here he thought he was losing his self-control…. Well maybe he was, a little but at least it wasn’t completely his fault. He tuned back in to her declaration.

“…It’s not easy getting you to recognize things that are right in your blasted face. There were many times where I wanted to tell you this right up front but it just never happened and plus you always gave me  a reason to loathe you…”

“Christina, shut up.”

“Excuse me?”

“Shut up,” he grabbed her waist with one massive hand and pulled her to straddle him in the snug, padded, office armchair so she couldn’t move then peeled her lips open with his and filled her tiny mouth with his tongue.

She moaned and pressed into him before she realized he had already left her lips and was kissing her neck and leaving little bite-marks. He trailed his lips back up ‘til he reached her ear and whispered into it. “I want you. I need you. I love you,” then bit her earlobe.

Chrissie’s eyes widened. Did he just say he loves her? No, she didn’t hear right, but then she heard it again and she knew she wasn’t dreaming. She felt her shirt and bra go above her breasts again his head went down to pull one of her nipples into his mouth. She was so deep into her desire she almost missed what he told her.

“Take off everything.”

She hesitated then blushed before she shakily stood up. He lazily rocked the chair from side to side as he patiently waited on her. Her shirt and bra were already askew, might as well continue. She fully removed her shirt and bra to fully show off her top half but quickly turned around to unbutton her pants and slowly removed it in a teasingly manner. Last was her underwear, and just like her pants her panties were removed in the same manner. She heard his breathe caught and felt elated but there was one problem; she’s scared to turn around.

Mario sensed the hesitation and went up behind her, held her hips and peered over her. A few curls have grown since the last time he’d glimpsed between her legs. He slipped one of his hands between her legs and watched her quickly slip back into her void of desire. He felt her losing her balance and easily sat her on the table facing him. He quickly took off his shirt and unbuttoned his pants then pulled her closer to the edge to kiss her again let her feel what she was doing to him.

She snuggled into him which showed that she was getting comfortable with their intimacy. As he laid her down on the table his hips began to move and already Chrissie was clutching to him. They weren’t even joined and he felt he is already inside her. You know what? He should be inside her. He stood straight and took off the remainder of his clothes showing everything Christina was beginning to familiarizing herself with. She reached out to touch him but quickly stopped her.

“Do that and I’ll blow.”

He lifted one of her legs into the crook of his elbow and set the head of his manhood against her entrance. “Are you ready for me?” he asked. It wasn’t out of cockiness, but of real concern for he doesn’t want to hurt her. She breathed then nodded and closed her eyes.

Mario felt her tense and he didn’t want that, and so had to coax her to relax. It was like she was a virgin. “Oh, before I forget,” Mario held her face to get her attention, “don’t close your eyes. I want you to see everything.”

He slowly eased his head passed her folds and Christina instantly went rigid. He stopped, to soothe her and as soon as she complied he would have continued, that is, if his phone hadn’t rung off. He swore then said let voicemail get it but it proved relentless so had to pull out what little he had in Christina and answer.

“Hello!”

“Is this Mario de la Fuertes?”

“Yeah, what is it?”

“It’s about your mother; she’s in the hos…”

He didn’t need to hear the rest; he quickly got on his clothes, dressed Christina and carried her to his rented car for she still looked out of it. I’ll fill her in in the car, he thought then left like if his life depended on it.

Mario burst into the waiting room with Christina in tow heading straight down the hall to the ER. A few nurses quickly rushed to seize him to no avail with his heated determination… that is, until a doctor came out.

“Where is my mother? I need to see her.”

“Mr. Fuertes, I presume?”

He nodded.

“Your mother is fine. It was a small stroke; nothing large though it did deteriorate her speech so she can’t talk but it’s only temporary. Your mother is one lucky and strong woman Mr. Fuertes; she should be out within a week.”

Mario thanked the doctor for the update then turned to Christina, “she fine. Give me a minute let me call my dad and he went outside.

Christina breathed a sigh of relief. She’s glad Mrs. Fuertes is okay but at the back of her mind she couldn’t help but be upset that she was so close to losing her chastity. Come to think of it, she felt it. Inside her body, she felt him stretching her and it was feeling she can’t describe; probably, if she hadn’t gone rigid she would but her body had never receive such intrusion before and so it was inevitable. Oh well, she thought, looks like I’ll be spending my birthday in a hospital, and went to get a cup of coffee.