Chapter 3. Voulezvous coucher avec moi?

**VALERIA**

That day I returned to my office, said goodbye to my colleagues and told them the news.

One of the girls openly told me that she was jealous of me because she would sleep with him for just one night.

I don't understand women like that.

I won't sleep with anyone.

I told him in a very firm voice.

The next day I signed the document in which I became effective.

I went to Alejandro Zalco's office.

We had already returned from lunch and he was still not in the office.

At about 3pm we heard the lift and I finally saw Alejandro Zalco.

He was getting off the private lift with a "stand aside" as I arrived.

To get to his office, he had to walk past the desk where we were.

When his secretary stood up, I did the same.

I felt his shameless gaze on me.

It was as if he was undressing me.

I felt very uncomfortable and regretted that I had not worn trousers.

I also understood why everyone succumbed to him.

With his presence he melted even the biggest iceberg.

That morning I had put on a tight skirt, above the knees, in black, not too short but certainly not too long, I am 20 years old, I did not want to dress like someone older, I was classic, with a white shirt with a broderie over it and a black fitted jacket to match the skirt.

I think she was correct, formal and modern at the same time.

Her gaze rested on my legs and moved slowly up my face, lingering for a few seconds on my mouth.

Are you my new secretary?

He asked me in an extremely sexy voice, as much as he was, yes, I had to admit that I found him arrogant, cocky, conceited and sexy, extremely sexy.

But my plan is to work, so I tried to ignore what the man next to me was saying with his look.

But his look alone made me blush up to my ears and I hated myself for not being able to control my blush.

The girls were right when they talked about him.

Physically he was perfect, and his face ....

He was tall, quite tall, about six feet, broadbacked, that's what I noticed when he went into his office, brown hair, incredibly beautiful eyes, grey, penetrating, fascinating.

I scolded myself for thinking that.

But I couldn't take my eyes off his perfect, yet very masculine features.

Nor his mouth, which invited me to think a thousand things.

Yes, sir.

I hope I didn't take too long to answer.

Anyway, he's just a nice man.

I tried to think that I would make a lot of money if I stayed in my job, and the key was not to get lost in his eyes or his mouth.

I came into my office.

Yes, sir.

He walked away and I, standing on one side of the desk, was a few steps behind him.

His secretary took me by the arm and told me in my ear that I was lost, that I had never looked at her like that before.

When I reached his office door a few seconds later, he was sitting behind his desk in an imposing chair, as if his presence wasn't imposing enough.

I knocked softly on the door, which was open.

Come in and close it.

So I did.

I closed the door and stood there, waiting for him to indicate whether he wanted me to bring him something or to sit down and ask me some questions.

Sat down.

Thank you, sir.

I tried to keep as much distance as possible.

What is your name?

Valeria Ocampo, sir.

You look young. How old are you?

20 years old.

It says here that you're 4 subjects short of a degree in business administration.

Yes, sir.

It seemed the only thing I could say at the time.

Did you eat your degree?

I smile at him and see his eyes on my mouth again, he didn't take it away immediately.

I'll have to be more careful than I thought, he's a born seducer, it seems that even the simplest questions he asks are like invitations to his bed.

Until this moment, and after Diego, I felt almost asexual.

And for a few minutes now, my mind has been sending signals to my body that I do not want to feel.

Almost, I'm trying to pass several subjects this summer.

Can you travel?

I can, although I don't have a passport.

My company's lawyers can arrange it in 24 hours. Are you single?

Yes, sir.

I don't like to deal with jealous boyfriends, I'm very demanding and I work long hours, so I need my secretary to be available at all times.

I don't have a boyfriend, sir.

You're too beautiful not to have a boyfriend....

I don't have one, I had a fight a few months ago.

Who do you live with?

I share a flat with two friends, sir.

He had already started with the more personal questions, I thought, I must have a clear head to answer correctly.

OK, they must have told you what your job is.

Yes, sir.

I want you to be punctual, I don't want any excuses, I only give you the day of the exam to be absent if nothing important comes up, and if you go out at night, I don't care if you feel bad the next day, I want you to be a thousand per cent.

I don't go out during the week.

I need you on Saturdays and Sundays too.

Mrs Susana has already explained it to me.

How much French do you speak?

It is not the language I speak perfectly, but I can manage.

Voulezvous coucher avec moi?

God!!!

This man is crazy.

He asked me if I wanted to sleep with him.

It took me completely by surprise.

I was startled and must have blushed to the tips of my toes.

It's not that I'm shy, it's just that I was surprised.

Non monsieur, je ne viens que pour travailler.

She looked at me and smiled, in that sexy way she did a while ago when she first met me.

Are you sure? You'd have a lot of advantages, apart from having me, of course.

He was definitely an idiot.

Sexy, attractive, but an idiot.

My hands were on the desk and he took one of mine, opened my palm and ran his fingers all over my hand.

I felt a jolt.

It felt like his hand was burning me.

No sir, no offence, but I was only hired to be your secretary.

I can hire you as much more... you'd get extra bonuses and we'd both have a great time.

He tells me without letting go, winking at me.

But he was treating me like a prostitute.

I ran my hand away.

I honestly prefer to be his secretary, even if I have less... benefits.

I understand that you're willing to be it, you... you're missing the other thing, I understand that tomorrow she won't come anymore... the secretary I have now.

Shit, he doesn't even know her name, she's just another in a long list of women who pass through his life, all of whom are completely unimportant to him.

At that moment I'm glad I wasn't weak before his charms and all his power.

You must have been told everything I need and what I like, I am in the office a lot, so I need you to keep an eye on me at all times, and when my father comes I need you to let me know, even if he is busy, and to take care of him on some occasions.

Keep me?

Relax, he... he won't talk to you in French, you just have to entertain him when I'm busy.

He winked at me again, but this time in a different way, looking for my complicity.

At least he didn't throw me out for refusing to be... nice.

He knows what he is doing to women, even to me, who thought I was immune to men like him.

Of course, it's one thing for me to have felt him burning me with his fingers in my hand, and quite another for me to have agreed to sleep with him.

It's amazing the way he seemed to surprise me with that question, so direct and at the same time in such a way that it even sounded like a poem.

I'm crazy.

I can't think like that, I've known him for an hour.

Then he went to hell when he tried to buy me off, even though he set himself up as the jackpot.

He obviously wastes no time.

He knows he has power, that women are dying for him and that most of them accept his proposal without hesitation.

Will he insist another time?

I hope not, it is uncomfortable, I am not a prostitute and at the same time I thought I was immune and even asexual, hahaha, how innocent I am, I felt all the fire that his gaze gave off and I wanted to feel his kisses and caresses.

This has never happened to me in my life, because even with my exboyfriend, when I met him, everything was much more innocent and sex came little by little, although it didn't take him too long to hold me in his arms, but I must admit that now I felt a fire running through me and he had only grabbed my hand.

How I must feel in his bed....

We talked some more, maybe he was trying to hide the fact that he only wanted sex at that moment, or maybe later, on the way out of the office.

When I came out, his secretary looked me up and down.

She said: "You didn't hear anything.

You mean sex?

I don't know what you hear in an interview.

You didn't have sex? It took you long enough to get out of her office.

How could I have sex? I was hired to be his secretary.

But we all... had it.

I don't want to be like everyone else, I have to work.

The severance pay you get when you get fired is more than enough.

How many languages do you speak?

Spanish and English, more or less....

I speak 4 languages and I'm 4 subjects short of a degree in administration, they also offered me to learn Chinese because that's what Mr Alenjadro Zalco needs.

But he looked at you like he never looked at anyone else.

That's not my problem.

I wish you luck, we all end up in his clutches.

Thanks anyway.

I finally arrived at my flat.

Only Emilia was there, Carla hadn't arrived yet.

I quickly changed to go to college, while like a parrot I told Emi, my best friend, everything in great detail.

She was astonished when I described what I was feeling.

After breaking up with Diego, I never went out with anyone again.

No man interested me.

It wasn't that I still loved Diego, the love was fading and maybe it was just habit, as Emilia told me that day.

With my boyfriend we went dancing, we played pool, we had fun, we loved to see comedians, or as they call them now, influencers, but I always ran away from a relationship with another man.

The insecurity that made me stay with Diego for so long, because in my heart I knew that he would change me for the first one he met, he also did not agree that I was too organised and always found some fault in me, fortunately disappeared.

Thanks to my great boyfriend, who helped me to move on, to get dressed up again, to dress sexy, and also for the thousands of compliments I received from many men.

My relationship with Diego was toxic, he wanted me to be at home so he could go out with his friends and have fun, and he called being with other women fun.

At this moment I feel free.

I've completely forgotten him, I don't miss him, I'm just angry that I was so stupid.

Now I go out, I dress sexy, I know that men like me, I feel confident in my physique and my intellect, and I am very grateful to my parents for the hours they invested in talking to me so that I could become a professional, and for always urging me to study languages.

So, intellectually, I started to move away from Diego and I think he realised it and that is why he treated me the way he did.

We both went to university.

Emilia didn't say much about what I told her, I think she was afraid that I would bang my head against the wall again, and this time it wouldn't be teenage love.