Chapter 4. The New Girl

The blonde slides her hands over his chest while they are behind him, and at that moment the CEO stops her hands which were starting to move towards his cock.

—Rebecca—he holds both of the woman's hands—. I want you to get out of the bathroom right now.

"But"—the blonde's gaze widened as she sensed Mauricio's displeasure with her presence—"But why?"

— Did you hear what I said or not?

Rebecca swallowed hard and had no choice but to leave the bathroom. The blonde grabbed a towel and walked away. Sometimes she couldn't understand that man; he was so cold that he constantly confused her.

He wonders what the hell he was looking for in a woman; during all the time they had been seeing each other, she showed various facets of her personality, but none of them were enough for him.

However, she did not intend to give up on him.

[…]

That night, when the CEO arrived home, he found her alone. He imagined that Maryin and her daughter had finished their pending tasks. He went up to his room to take a bath and go to sleep.

The day had been awful at the office.

He didn't understand why, but he felt truly frustrated, and it wasn't due to the stress his company caused him; it was something else he couldn't explain. Something that really bothered him inside.

He'd been feeling this way lately, and nothing he did could soothe the unease that was weighing him down. While taking his bath, he thought about everything he had and… everything he didn't have.

Mauricio closed his eyes as he let the water run over his body; he shouldn't be thinking about such nonsense. The only thing he should be focusing on was his company; everything else was meaningless in his life.

As soon as dawn breaks, the CEO takes his usual shower to prepare for work completely relaxed and refreshed. His night was awful; he couldn't sleep a wink, and it was really getting to him.

In fact, he was still very angry.

Meanwhile, the blond man takes a shower, and a longing gaze watches him, as it has been doing lately. Gracia bites her lip as she looks at her boss's broad back and those prominent, damp muscles.

Every time she saw him showering, she got so turned on, but who wouldn't get excited looking at that completely naked man? Unfortunately for her, he always showered with his back to her, so it was impossible for her to see what her boss's cock looked like.

However, he didn't have to be very clever to know that he must be very accommodating. Then he saw him turn off the tap and run out of the room without getting a chance to see him completely.

Mauricio descended the stairs slowly; he didn't feel like eating breakfast that morning. He would just have a sip of coffee before leaving. As soon as he reached the dining room, he frowned when he noticed his coffee wasn't there.

Just then she looked up when she heard the kitchen door open; her breakfast and coffee were on their way, only there was one big detail: that person was neither Maryin nor her daughter.

The CEO watched intently as the brown-haired girl walked toward him, carrying the metal tray. She was staring at him with such a deep, dark gaze that it paralyzed him.

He watches her place the tray on the table and then look up again.

"Good morning, Mr. Rinaldi," her voice was very soft, very timid, so delicate that it made a great impression on the CEO. "I apologize for the delay." She began to set the table somewhat clumsily, which indicated that she didn't know what she was doing.

"Who are you?" he asked, since it was the first time he had seen her, or so he thought…

—My name is Amber, I am Mrs. Maryin's niece.

Niece?

— So you're the new employee she recommended!

Amber was paralyzed from head to toe, so terrified that everything she did was clumsy. When her aunt offered her a job, she never imagined it would be at that man's house.

She had seen him before in a gossip magazine she found in her cousin Gracia's room. He was a multimillionaire businessman known for being a playboy; he was often seen with different women and frequenting very luxurious restaurants.

The last news he read was that he had recently been seen a lot with a very famous model; the news said that this model might possibly end up marrying him.

To Amber's shock, when she entered the dining room and saw him standing there watching her, she nearly had a heart attack. Her aunt had never mentioned working for that man, and neither had her cousin, even though she kept hundreds of magazines in which he appeared.

Seeing him on paper was very different from seeing him in person; he was enormous and seemed very strong. But the most frightening thing about him was his gaze. His blue eyes were so piercing that they made her nervous.

Was he afraid of his boss?

Of course!

—Yes, yes, it's me —she stutters, Mauricio takes a seat, but without taking his eyes off her.

— Amber?

-Yeah.

"I see..." he says, picking up the coffee cup and taking a sip. "Okay, Amber."

—I…—she didn't know what to say, her aunt had told her what to say, but now she had forgotten all the crap.

—I'm not offered anything else, you can leave.

She blinked, feeling rather useless, then bit her lip and headed back to the kitchen. She needed to calm down or she wouldn't last another day at that job. As she stepped through the door into the kitchen, Gracia was the first to confront her.

—What did he say? Are you staying?—his cousin's questioning expression was disconcerting.

—How am I supposed to know?

—Leave her alone Gracia, Mr. Rinaldi will tell me later.

—But didn't he say anything to you? —he insists.

—No, it's just that everything was fine.

The brunette blinks several times at her cousin's reply, thinks for a moment, and senses that it wasn't a good idea for Amber to stay and work in that house.

"Both of you stop loafing around and get to work on your homework," Maryin ordered in a commanding voice.

—Go pick up the clothes, I'll clear the table—Gracia tells her cousin.

—Thank you, that's your duty, Amber has other duties now.

She clenched her jaw in sheer anger. Her mother had assigned her cousin the rooms and tasked her with serving at the table, hoping to ease her into the situation. But all of this bothered her deeply, since she wouldn't be living upstairs anymore.

Mauricio ended up having breakfast at home; he hadn't planned to, but suddenly he wanted to stay. After a few minutes, he looked up and saw the new girl come back into the dining room.

He watches her approach him with a certain shyness that, curiously, fills him with curiosity. His gaze narrows as he sees her begin to clear the table.

"Are you from the city?" he asks as he leans back.

—No sir, I am not—he had sensed it as soon as he saw her enter, but nevertheless wanted to be sure.

— Do you live with your aunt?

—Yes —he answers, nodding quickly; she wasn't looking at him and that annoyed him.

—Amber, look at me.

When her boss ordered her to look at him, she felt like she was going to have a heart attack right then and there. What on earth should she have done?

—Yes, is there anything else you need?

—You will serve me breakfast from now on.

—Me? —she asks, her voice trembling.

—Yes, you…

They both held each other's gaze, and at that moment the CEO experienced a kind of indescribable sensation that made him feel vehement.

— Do you have a problem with serving me? — at that moment he stands up, which complicates the situation since he is very close to Amber's body.

—N-no… I, of course not Mr. Rinaldi.

—In that case, I hope you'll be the one serving me tomorrow.

— Will I stay to work?

His question was so full of innocence that the CEO ended up licking his lips as he looked at that naive face.

"Of course!" She glances down at Amber's lips, which were too pink to be natural. "Tell your aunt I want to see her in my office right now."

-Yeah.

Her legs trembling, the brunette watched as the enormous man walked away down a corridor. She swallowed hard, feeling like she was going to faint; something was wrong with her.

She placed both hands on the table, trying to catch her breath, then licked her lips and remembered how he had looked at her in a very strange way. But above all, she wasn't sure that the way he spoke to her was normal.

She frowned and shook her head; she couldn't be thinking nonsense. It was probably just her imagination. The young woman finished clearing the table and hurried into the kitchen.

Meanwhile, Mauricio waits in his office, passing the time by checking some of his emails. But after a few minutes, Maryin enters his office.

—Mr. Rinaldi, did you ask to see me?

—Come in, Maryin, and take a seat.

— Is something wrong?

—Indeed, yes—the woman tenses up immediately.

— Has my niece done something wrong?

The CEO clasps his hands together on the table.

—Don't you think your niece is too young to work? —Maryin blinks repeatedly.

—But she's of legal age, sir, she's 19 years old, she can work without any problems.

That information changed things; at first he thought she was younger, but it seems it was all physical.

—Okay, in that case your niece can stay. I want her to serve my breakfast, take my clothes to my room, and take care of everything upstairs.

—Yes, yes, of course sir, as you wish.

"Very well, that was all," he says, standing up. "I'll be back tonight."

-Yes sir…

Maryin stood up to leave the office, while Mauricio remained staring at the door. He hadn't felt this way in a long time; it was as if his whole body were vibrating.

He could almost feel the blood rushing through his veins, and he frowned as he shoved his hands in his pockets. He remembered that girl's gaze, so deep yet so chaste, that it made him lick his lips.

—Amber…—he murmurs just as a half-smile appears on his lips.

[…]

A sharp shiver ran through the brunette's body as she made her boss's bed. She swallowed hard, gazing at the enormous bed with its grayish silk sheets, and ran her hand over them, savoring their softness.

Everything in that house was very luxurious, including the owner.

Amber pushed those irrational thoughts aside and continued tidying the room. Her aunt had given her orders, and she had to follow them to the letter. She desperately needed the job, and the pay seemed quite favorable given her precarious financial situation.

After making the bed, she gathers the clothes she should have taken to the laundry, but before leaving the room she bumps into Gracia.

— What are you doing here? I'm taking more clothes to the laundry.

—I came to see if you needed any kind of help.

—I've done everything as my aunt explained it to me, I think I've left everything in order.

—Yes, it seems so. You're doing a good job, we'll wait to see what the boss says about whether you stay.

That worried her a lot, even though she told him she would stay; he asked to speak with his aunt. He was worried that you would put too many obstacles in the way and that his aunt would end up firing her. It was clear that she wouldn't lose her position because of her niece.