I woke up Monday morning to my alarm that rang on my nightstand. It felt as I haven't slept at all, what happened Saturday night had still rummaged in my head, I still didn't understand how I could have lost my head with a man I didn't even know. I was embarrassed that I had let him kiss me that way. I was 27 years and no matter how pathetic it sounded, it would have been my second kiss. And the first kiss had been in College at the age of twenty where René had led me believe that he loved me, only to get in my pants, which he had succeeded, not because I had been ready for it but more because it was what was expected of me. And it had annoyed me ever since that I gave that asshole my virginity, especially because he the day after, had been with his click and without remorse told me, in front of all of them, that the only reason he had even given me any attention, was that he had made a bet with his friends. And I would never forget his last remark. "Honestly Alicia, who in their right mind would voluntarily have anything to do with you, all that fat danced every time I as much as laid a hand on you. But thanks for the sex and 2000 bucks I earned by it, and I enyojed Julie who satisfied me as a consolation prize for what I had to endure by being with you. I have wanted Julie the whole school year, so I couldn't say no to get her when the only thing I had to do was to get in your pants." Even the thought of that conversation and all the patronizing glances I had gotten the time after, got it to turn in me. But after the huge mistake ,that can't even be called a relationship I hadn't had a boyfriend in my 27 years, not because I wasn't interested, I fantasized about how it would be to have a boyfriend who I could share my life with, but it wasn't likely to happened. I had always been a little withdrawn and shy person, I wasn't one who drew attention to myself, and didn't really know what I should do when a guy tried to have a conversation with me, and I always ended up looking away and probably send out the signal that I wasn't interested. My shyness and seclusion wasn't exactly something that made it more likely to get a boyfriend and, more than that, I hadn't exactly the body as the fashion industry demanded, so I wasn't one of those girls who attracted much attention when I entered a room. But I couldn't blame it all at my body cause not everybody wasn't interested in the same type of woman, so there would probably be one that could also be interested in me, but to make him aware of me then I probably should do more for it than I did, I wasn't one who went to the nightclub very often, I would actually rather be at home by myself and read a book or watch television, so I didn't exactly make it easy for my knight in shining armor to meet me. So it was probably my own fault that there had been any action on that front in my life, but I couldn't figure out how to change myself. I didn't like being at nightclubs where I was surrounded by drunk people, I grew up with an alcoholic mother, and had therefore been forced to become an adult faster, and when I was in the company of drunk people, I always thought of the pain I had experienced in my childhood, not only physical pain but also the psychological, it wasn't easy to have an alcoholic mother, because that was not something you would have others should know, and it had certainly been a reason why I hadn't had many close friends in my life. In 7 class I had become friends with Sebastian and Trish, a friendship that had lasted even after elementary school. I was happy for my friendship with them, and they were the only ones I had been honest about my mother's situation, since it even today was something I think was a taboo subject, and therefore wouldn't initiations others. But all this had done that I didn't find it easy to let other into my life, and the dream of a boyfriend would probably remain that, a dream. And I wasn't interested in any one-night stand and that was properly the only thing that mr. Angelios was interested in, so I wouldn't regret that I had fled from him. I would forget what had happened Saturday, and I would never see him again, so there was nothing that could remind me of it, I resolutely said to myself before I quickly made my morning routine, I made a sound when I discovered the hickey that mr. Angelios had left at my neck, still hadn't faded, and were fully exposed on my pale skin. I wasn't one who used much makeup not anything else then a little eye shadow and mascara, so I had nothing to cover it with. I quickly looked at the clock, but discovered that I was already late, so I didn't have time to buy any foundation to cover it before I went to work. With a groan I get into my car and drove towards the architectural firm where I worked as a secretary for mr. DiAngelo who was the CEO of the company, I have worked four years in the company, but it was only about 9 months ago that I had become the secretary for mr. DiAngelo. It was started as a temporary position when his secretary had broke her leg, but when she was ready to get back mr. DiAngelo agreed with mr. Mckee that I normally was secretary for, that mr. DiAngelo kept me as his secretary, and that McKee got Stella, mr. DiAngelo former secretary. I hadn't been entirely happy about this, especially because Stella didn't hide her anger over the situation. But when I told mr. DiAngelo about my reservations, he simply said that it was him who was boss, and therefore it was him who could move around on the staff as it suited him, and since he had had eight secretaries in the last 4 years, and I was the first one that he hadn't had any problems with to have around 24/7, he would keep me. And after some getting used to, I had been happy to work as his secretary since it was more challenging than my previous position had been since mr. DiAngelo often asked me for advice in any case he was in doubt. I therefore always went to work with joy. I had doubted about whether I could actually work as close to him, because when he looked at me with his greyish-blue eyes, there was something that stirred inside of me, his presence caused me to be conscious of my body and its responses. And although I now had learned to handle my reactions around him, there were still situations where I had to stop myself from touching him, but no matter how much I wanted to, I knew that I would never violating the border between boss and employee.

I came looming into the office five minutes late, and was received by mr. DiAngelo who look smiling up at me as I came in the door.

"Good morning Licia, busy morning?"

He asked with a smile, I did not know how many times I had asked him to call me the more formal miss. DeLuca or at least Alicia, but from the beginning he had given me the nickname, and have nothing could get him talking from using it again. So I let it pass, and replied.

"Good morning mr. DiAngelo. Sorry I'm late for it, just one of the mornings. "

I said with a little smile, and got a smile back before he let his gaze fall on my neck, and I saw that he froze, and I remembered the suction mark I had not gotten covered, self-consciously I put my hand over it to hide it, prompting mr. DiAngelo to look up with a start, and looked into my eyes.

"Maybe not busy morning, but it seems like you've had a busy weekend."

He said, with a glance I could not quite interpret, but I understood his insinuation and could feel redness cover my face before I formally said.

"No, neither busy morning or busy weekend. Should we look to the day's work? "

I asked before I sat down at my table and started to open the necessary programs for the day's work. But instead of going into his office as usual, he came over and sat down on the edge of my desk right next to me, before he laid a gentle hand under my chin to lift my eyes up to his.

"Listen Licia, we have known each other long enough to talk about our weekend. So tell me what did you do this weekend? And do not say that you did nothing, the hickey on your neck says otherwise."

I stiffen, it was this I had tried to avoid if we talked about work stuff, it was easier to keep him in the boss category, but lately he had tried to get more into my personal life, and what I used my time to outside work. I could see that he was not going to give up until I told him something, a little annoyed I said.

"I was at a nightclub Saturday night with some friends."

I saw his eyebrows being lifted in surprise.

"Really, nightclub? Which one?"

I groaned angrily before I told him.

"I think it was called something like Angels heaven."

Mr. DiAngelo smiled, and I saw his eyes light up.

"Really, I have been there a few times, I was actually supposed to been there Saturday but unfortunately something came up, unforturnaly since it would have been great to see each other there, so we could have talked a little more together outside working hours."

I look surprised at him, but before I could say anything, the phone rang, and with a wry smile to me mr. DiAngelo  took the phone on my desk.

"DiAngelo."

I saw him stiffen before he looked at me before he spoke again down the pipe.

"Wait a minute, I go in and pick up the phone in my office so my secretary can get to work."

After pressing the rotary switch he put the phone down and smiled briefly to me before he went into his office and closed the door. I looked at him, astonished at his behavior, normally he would talk business even though I was sitting right next to him. I froze, but maybe it was not a business conversation, maybe it was a woman who had called, it explained his strange behavior. I tried to ignore the feelings as the idea of ​​mr. DiAngelo with another woman made me feel. So I resolute took hole on the day's work. Fifteen minutes later I glanced over at the door, I had some correspondence that required urgent response from mr. DiAngelo's side, and I had heard nothing from inside his office, since he closed the door behind him, so slowly I gathered the urgent cases together, and walked toward the door to his office, and was surprised when I got there and discovered that the door was a bit on ajar. I stopped surprised when I heard mr. DiAngelo say down the pipe.

"Yes, I saw how was it? As I think, or better? ... Yes? ... No good way to keep competitors away so just keep it up ... Listen, let me call you back after work, I think my secretary has something urgent ... Yes I talk to you later, you can tell me all about it."

I blushed at being caught listening at the door, but tried to seem unaffected as I entered his office.

"I'm sorry mr. DiAngelo, it really wasn't as I would listen at the door, I thought they had finished the phone call."

Before I could continue, he interrupted me with a smile.

"Don't worry Licia, I know that you don't consciously listening at the door, come in so we can get to the day's work."

The rest of the day passed without major events, with the exception that I repeatedly took mr. DiAngelo look at me as if he was trying to find out something about me, but he never said anything, so I didn't know what went through his head.

"You can just pack up now Licia, sorry I kept you longer I promise to pay you back later."

Smiled mr. DiAngelo, and I gave him a little smile back before I took my phone out and sent a message before I finished the last work, and then packaged together, only to discover that mr. DiAngelo stood at the door waiting for me. I walked past him, to reconvene into the elevator that took us down to the front desk, where he has a smile opened the front door for me, I looked at him in astonishment, he had always been friendly, but today it was different, but before I could get asked, I heard a male voice shout.

"Alicia, over here."

I look astonished to where it came from and smiled when I saw Sebastian stepping out of his car and come towards me where he pulled me into him and kissed me briefly on the cheek.

"Hi, honey, are you ready?"

He asked, in his always loving tone. And I sensed how mr. DiAngelo stiffened beside me, but I thought something must have caught his attention. So with a quick smile at him, I took Sebastian's hand and said.

"Yes, let's go."

I sat in the car, but when I looked out the side window, I discovered that mr. DiAngelo still stood on the sidewalk. But in contrast to the relaxing and smiling behavior he'd had all day he stood with clenched hands and had bitten his teeth. As he looked at Sebastian started the car and we drove off.

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