Chapter 3

Julia

And the phrase keeps echoing through my ears “Please, I need you!” damn how he can say that with so much conviction. I let out a long breath and keep trying to choose the right words to say to him.

— Senhor Santis, I think it's best to see someone else to accompany you . - I ask.

— Julia I need you! - He speaks again with so much conviction that I end up fidgeting in my chair so excited I was getting because of him.

"Mr. Santis, what am I going to do in this place?" — I question him still curious to know what he would do in a place with him.

“You would just go out to dinner with me and stay by my side. “He talks like it's not a big deal.

"Okay, let me get this straight!" Do you want me to go take notes? ' I ask, still curious.

- In truth no? - He answers quickly and I don't understand anything else.

"I think I'm getting confused, am I going to work or not work with you at this dinner?" - I ask confused.

“Julia, I need you to impersonate my girlfriend. - He asks.

"I don't think I heard right?" - I answer thinking I heard wrong.

"Yes, you heard!" - He replies and I'm shocked to be receiving such a proposal.

-Because I? - I ask curiously.

"And why not?" You're a beautiful woman and I'd like you to pose as my girlfriend so I wouldn't have any problems! - He confesses.

— Thanks for the compliment, but in my opinion you must have friends who can pass for your girlfriend, right? - I ask feeling the bitter taste in my mouth just thinking about him with another woman other than me.

"I don't want any other woman but you, so are you going to help me or not?" he asks curiously.

— Do you have to wear any specific type of clothing? - I ask curiously.

"Don't worry, I'll get the clothes for you." —He talks like it's normal to choose clothes for a woman and I'm jealous to imagine him shopping for another woman.

"Mr. Santis, I don't need you to buy me clothes!" — Notice making it clear that I would not accept handouts.

— It's a gift for you since you're helping me and as much as I don't want to go to this blessed reunion party, I can't miss it. - He answers and I don't react and say what I think:

— You don't have to, sir, and it costs me nothing to save you! — I insist again and as much as I am now enjoying the idea of seeing him choosing an outfit for me.

"I still want it!" - He declares and looks at me and says: - Do you have a preference for any store?

"No preference!" - I answer sincerely.

“Then don't worry I'll be sending your clothes home later. -He says with a smile.

"Will you need my measurements?" I ask feeling my face flush.

— I won't need it, I have your measurements engraved in my memory. — He jokes and I don't know if he's telling the truth or not, but anyway, when I get home I separate a dress and if it smells like it's been stored, I send it to a laundromat to do a dry cleaning.

“I'm going to want to know how you know that? — I ask him.

- In truth no! - He says smiling.

- OK then! — I answer by shrugging my shoulders and looking at him and asking him a question: — Lord, clarify a doubt for me.

"If I can answer!" - He plays.

“Why exactly do you want me to be your pretend girlfriend?” - I ask curiously.

“I've been having problems with some of the women who attend these meetings. - He confesses without grace.

- Serious? ' I ask in shock.

- Really! Every time there are these types of meetings, they come to my side making proposals. -He comments turning red and I think it's cute.

"Blimey, I'm shocked by their audacity!" - I answer sincerely.

— I don't like women being too thrown, I think I'm too old and I like to make the conquest. - He answers sincerely.

"So if I want to advance the signal on you I'm being too bold?" - I tease him curiously.

— Oh dear, if it's you, I'll accept all your advances and boldness. - He jokes and I'm sure there's a grain of truth in his joke and my panties wet just thinking about being bold with him.

— You can let me know when I want to be bold and forward! I chuckled feeling my breath hitch.

"I'll look forward to it!" — Senhor Santis jokes, winking and I smile.

"Then I'm going to pass you off as your pretend girlfriend and save you from the man-eaters." — I mock him.

— Hahaha , thank you very much, I'm not a big fan of these women who are very vulgar. - He confesses and I feel jealous of him, for hearing that there was some whore running after my man.

Oh fuck get it out of your mind that he's not your man, he's just asking for extra help and not for you to go on a hot date with him. — I think bitterly.

-Then? he asks thoughtfully.

- So what? - I ask without understanding anything.

— Do you still accept impersonating my girlfriend? - He asks and I notice a hint of anxiety and I think it's in my head and I answer:

-OK, I accept! - I barely finished talking he pulls me into his arms and hugs me. For the first time I feel his body against mine I knew one thing I was definitely screwed.

I leave his arms reluctantly, it doesn't feel good for an employee to be hugging her boss and may God forgive me I was a whore who wanted to go back into his arms and ask him to fuck me against the table.

"You, you don't know how grateful I am!" He smiles and I see myself smiling too.

— Ah, yes, you're going to thank me, you can let me know that when I need to be absent or even arrive later or leave early, I'll use this thank you. — I tease him by making him laugh and I think he gets a beautiful smile.

— I'd like to do and also receive another kind of thanks that wouldn't just please you, but me too! —He declares and winks and I think I must have been dreaming when I heard that.

And when I was going to ask what he said, I notice that he has already disappeared and went back to his room and I wonder what he hears and I say it out loud without realizing it:

"Fucking hell, what was that?" happened here? — I ask myself.

-What happened? — I hear Luiza's voice next to me and I end up giving a startled cry:

"Holy shit, don't do that to me." - I scream putting my hand on my heart trying to calm it down.

—Oh sorry, I heard you talking to yourself and I thought you called me. - She answers without grace.

— No problem and now tell me do you need something? - I ask curiously.

"Oh I need to know if I can use your copier?" -She asks me and I smile.

- Of course! Make yourself comfortable and do you have plans for lunch? - I ask curiously.

"No plan, why?" - She asks curiously while using the copier.

"Would you like to have lunch with me?" — I ask her.

"Our hot boss, won't need you?" she teases and puts her hand close to her face and starts fanning it like she's hot and I don't like the way she thinks about him.

— No, he's going out to sort out some things! I am free! —I play with her trying to calm the jealousy and not be possessive about my boss.

- Closed! I'll wait for you at noon so we can hit the clock and then we'll have lunch at Mercy, what do you think? I ask, looking forward to lunch and wondering what Mercy 's people were serving today.

— You can leave Julia now, I'm going to the reception and release one of the boys who took my place. She responds and I laugh. And my day went without having any incidents.

My boss and he must be back late. I end my day and turn off everything and when I was leaving my cell phone rings and when I answer it I hear my boss's sexy voice saying:

— Julia, your clothes have already been sent to your house! —He warns me in a sultry voice and before even asking what he had bought he ends the call.

"Oh shit, what did this man buy me?" - I ask curious and I can't wait to get home to see what he had bought.