Chapter 2

• Pov Samantha.
• Punctuality is a virtue that has opened doors for me, even more so when I go to meet the man who has been very crushed for years, a man who unknowingly owns my wet nights, and yes, I admit it, many times I touch myself while I see a photo of him that I have on the counter. Because although it's hard for me to admit it, I've been obsessed with Fernando Laureti since I saw him at a congress where the three of them were together, and although his father is beautiful, he's a married man, and although Andrea is identical to him, he never caught my attention for the simple fact that he's totally bitter and arrogant, but he, my gaze was always directed towards him, Fernando Laureti, I don't know if it was the reason that he often wears a smile under his panties on his face, or also the simple fact that his more relaxed features drive me crazy, to tell the truth, everything about him drives me crazy, and I can't stop dreaming of one day getting into his bed, in his life, in his body and in everything about him, because I don't just want to be just another toy.
• I take a deep breath when I remember him, and I end up getting out of bed to take a shower, but not before kissing the huge photograph I have of him on the wall; I stole it from a magazine and had it enlarged; Yes, I'm crazy, maybe, but he's my dream come true, and when I was told he was coming to the company to work with me, my world relatively shook.
• I get in the shower and put on the scented roses that I use every day to shower, but this time I put on a little more than necessary. I wash my hair with a shampoo from a very good brand and then apply some cream.
• I go out wrapped in a towel, to get dressed. Today I need to be radiant, so I apply some rose-scented creams, as well as some perfume. I put on my best outfit, high heels and then look in the mirror to blow dry my hair. I feel satisfied with what I see, I am not an ugly woman, I have never felt it, my eyes are a bright gray color, my skin is white, although it is a little pale for my taste, I am fine with it, besides, I have very good curves, and above all exquisite breasts, and for that reason I wear the shirt I am wearing, It's a button-down shirt that lets you see a little bit of them, but not so much as it looks vulgar.
• "Come on Samantha, you can do it," I say to myself as I take my last look in the mirror.
• I leave my room and go straight to the kitchen to make myself some cereal with milk. While I eat breakfast, I can't help but think about what Fernando Laureti will look like up closely, what his smell will be like, what his gestures will be like, his smile and everything about him.
• My heart contracts just imagining this, because it's something I've dreamed of forever, and now that I see it so close, my heart is pounding and I'm also pounding something else.
• "What a sinner I am."
• He smiled as I put a spoonful of milk in my mouth. I close my eyes imagining it's her lips and then open them with a crazy smile on them.
• "You have to control yourself, make a good impression."
• I wipe my mouth with a napkin, and then go to the bathroom to brush my teeth to get out of the apartment.
• I have lived in a very beautiful neighborhood in Montmartre since I left university. My grades at the best university in France opened the doors for me to work in the best company in Paris, the company of Demetrio Laureti and the great love of my life. Thanks to my effort and my hard work I have managed to climb, also because of my discipline and my character, because I recognize that I am not a submissive and kind woman, on the contrary, to that I am an imposing and rebellious woman, and for that reason I was never adopted in the orphanage where I grew up.
• I laugh to myself as I close the door to my apartment, then go down the elevator and reach the garage. I don't complain about the life I lead, even though I don't know my parents, they are a happy woman, with a career in between, with a supernatural intelligence and with a unique beauty; those last words spoken by the Mother Superior.
• I get in the car and look at the clock, still a few minutes away from the meeting I called to make way for my new boss. I admit that it makes me extremely nervous to have to work with him, but I want to show him that I am an intelligent, capable, and responsible woman, for some reason his father has left me in charge of the company in recent years.
• I start the car and while I turn on the radio to listen to the music playing at that moment, I drive to the huge building that is in the center of the city. It's a forty-story building, isn't it huge? Although I think the one, they have in the United States reaches a little more than a hundred. I find it incredible the scale that the Laureti companies have given. I sigh when I imagine them, and it's not that I'm impressed by their money, although I am a little, but it's something else, it's the fact of their intelligence, their dedication and above all their beauty, it's what the hell, they're all Greek gods, with the difference that Fernando has that face that invites anyone to sin.
• I park my car and hand the keys to the caretaker to enter the building. As soon as Cleo entered, my secretary handed me a folder.
• "They're already in the boardroom, I'm going to bring up the coffees right now," he explains quickly, and I can see the nervousness on his face. And it's not that I don't have it, I'm dying inside, but I can't show it.
• "Has he arrived?" I ask as I enter the elevator.
• "No," I frown in annoyance. He should already be here, he's supposed to be punctual, he's a leader, a person with leadership has to lead by example.
• Without paying any attention to it, I look at the papers in my hands, while I feel the perfume of man fill my nostrils; it's about Gerald Dubois, he's a nasty guy, he's the supervisor of employees of the company, a man who hates me for the simple fact that I took away his position as manager, when I'm a newcomer and a little more things that he keeps telling me whenever he feels like it.
• "Are you nervous?" Surely with the arrival of the heir Laureti your days in this company will be numbered tick, knock, tick, knock " I roll my eyes as I hear him unimportant.
• I get out of the elevator, as soon as the doors open, and enter the boardroom. Today I am in charge of carrying out the presentation of all the work we handle in the company, the progress, the closed deals, and hiring of personnel and everything related.
• I start by explaining everything to the heads of different departments, when an exquisite smell floods my nostrils. I look up feeling how my world shakes when I see it, and it's for God's sake. He walks like a dog through his house without even saying good morning, sits in the presidential chair and looks at some documents as if nothing else matters in the world.
• My cheeks get warm, at the same time my panties get wet at the sight of him sitting there.
• With my legs like jelly, I walk confidently up to him, stand in front of him, feeling my heart palpitations race and pretend I don't know him, (I don't want to fill his ego anymore).
• "Are you new to the company?" I ask, swallowing twice.
• Fernando's blue eyes look at me strangely and I can swear that right now I can't breathe to see the beauty of the sea in them.
• "Yes, any problems?" He asks, baring his teeth. What a beautiful smile.
• "Focus, Samantha, you can't be that easy."
• "I'm not going to tolerate you being late for your first day of work, do you hear me?" "I get a little closer to him so he can smell me, and also so he can see my breasts, although I confess that I'm dying right now.
• "I don't have to explain myself to you," he laughs out loud and I'm regretting this game, what if he fires me? No, I don't think so. I swallow thickly and gather courage.
• "Do you think I'm a clown to make you laugh in my face?" I raise an eyebrow in his direction.
• "No, it's just that I think it's so funny that such a beautiful woman is so bitter," I squeeze my legs at her words, and take a deep breath so I don't faint.
• "Look, sir, I don't allow you to disrespect me, you're suspended from your work, I'm the manager of this company and I'm not going to allow it," I say confidently.
• "What are you?" He asks again, and although he doesn't seem annoyed, I can tell he's a little irritated.
• "Nice to meet you, my name is Fernando Laureti and I'm the owner of this company," he says, holding out his hand.
• I look at her nervously, wanting to tell her that I know perfectly well who he is, and that, from this moment, a game begins, and the question is: Who will win?