Her eyes locked on mine, without even blinking, leave me a bit hypnotized.
“Olívia,” I force myself to say.
“Mr. Guillermo—”
“Guillermo.”
“What?”
“Call me Guillermo off-duty.”
“I’d prefer not to.”
“Why?”
“Because I might get confused. I’m kind of clumsy, and I’ll end up calling you by name in front of the other staff.”
I give up on this personal little war, for now. “You said you managed to finish the photographs?”
“Yes, would you like to come in to see them?”
If I were thinking clearly, I’d say no, grab the picture frames, and leave, but if I were using reason, I wouldn’t even be here in the first place.
Taking a step closer to her, I say, “Yes. Show me.”
Chapter 16
Since he said he was coming, I’ve been trembling with anticipation. Now that he’s here, my heart is racing.
Okay, maybe I’m being foolish and seeing things that aren’t there, but why did he want to come today instead of waiting for me to give him the photographs during office hours?
When I entered his office earlier, after that unexpected phone call last night, I had to force myself to forget that we spoke right after I woke up from an erotic dream, in which Guillermo was the protagonist.
I inhale sharply, noticing that he’s watching me closely, which almost makes me squirm with anxiety, despite pretending to be super calm. I don’t think I’m convincing him, because I see a ghost of a smile appear.
I’m not crazy. There’s an energy flowing between us.
I wish I had enough sense to push away any impure thoughts about him, because there are more than enough reasons for me not to even consider desiring him, even if there’s a remote possibility that he might be interested in me.
The problem is, I’m dying to live a little.
I have to confess that I was taken aback when I found out he had a daughter, so much so that he noticed and then came with those words that toyed with my sanity all day:“I am free, Olívia.”
I don’t know where this attraction I feel can lead us, or rather, I think I do know: to an incredible night of sex. But then what about my job?
On the other hand, imagine: losing my virginity to a man like Guillermo? Jesus, he’s too sexy. If this tension between us doesn’t lead to anything, at least flirting a little wouldn’t hurt, and it would give a nice touch to my fantasies.
“You’re comfortable here?”
“You must be kidding, right? Sir, did you see where I used to live?”
“That doesn’t matter anymore. It’s in the past. I want to know from now on. Are you comfortable? Do you have everything you need?”
We’re standing in the middle of the room, and I lift my face to meet his gaze.
Suddenly, I feel brave. “Why is this important?”
“I said I would take care of your wellbeing.”
