Helios Page 11

  - Do not worry, it's just a room and a bed - he was right behind me. Her husky voice almost touching my skin. God! I stay or flee? Holy shit! - Relax, Melissa.

  He passed in front of me already taking off his jacket, leaving it in one of the chairs, then undid the buttons on the cuff of his dress shirt.

  I was paralyzed. Petrified in the same place. I could run, but could also be. I could feel the pressure on both sides of my head. God! And now, flee or stay?

  - Melissa? - I was torn from my thoughts.

  I looked at Mr. Carter, sitting at the edge of the bed, barefoot. The shirt with the first open buttons. I knew he was looking like a fool and that he could have fun with it later, but could not avoid. Mr. Carter ... Robert ... It was perfect. Beautiful in all possible ways. It was the temptation incarnate. He let his head pendesse a little to the side and smiled at me. So perfect!

  - Come here - called. My feet met his orders as if they will.

  I sat beside her in bed without being able to say a word. He looked at me still smiling. His fingers went through my face leaving a trail of fire in place. I closed my eyes a mixture of fear and anxiety.

  - We will need rest to support the time difference between one city and another. So we are here. You do not have to be afraid.

  Her sweet, soft voice was low, almost a whisper, but to me it sounded like a caress. Something in the way he spoke made me feel confident making all fear evaporate.

  - I will not do anything you do not want - a smug smile formed on her lips.

  This was exactly the problem at hand. He would not do anything I did not want to. However ... if I wanted to? And if I allowed that game was a little further? Is it correct? It would be wise? No. It would not. It would be a huge risk. Still I agreed. Although early, despite having already spent some time we were in the air, I felt exhausted. Lie down and relax a bit would be great.

  - We'll be in the same room? He was asked why the champagne?

  - Yes.

  - To which of the two questions?

  - Both. We will stay in the same room and the same bed - shuddered. - And I ordered the champagne so you could relax and get some rest. Just that - I nodded and he grabbed my legs pulling them up.

  Almost desequilibrei me. His strong arms held me. Being with his hands on my face was a nice feeling, but I felt them hot on my legs, extending in my calf and down without hesitation to my feet, was indescribable.

  Without asking permission, Mr. Carter unbuckled my sandals and left them on the floor. His hands tightened my feet putting the exact pressure on them. It was tasty and relaxing. When he left me, I went completely in bed, being careful to take only my place and not all space, like I used to.

  I lay staring at the ceiling, still confused if you should be taking such intimacy.

  Mr. Carter pulled the shirt that caught my attention. I stared at his back further confirming my concept of divinity. He was not the muscular style, but her body was well defined and worked. His back was broad.

  I had to look away, so, so he turned to lie too, our eyes met. Holy shit! That was real? I could feel almost tangibly the desire that exuded from one to the other. Mr. Carter leaned towards me and lay down getting in front of me. I closed my eyes and scared, I was very quiet.

  - Will sleep? - His voice was very low.

  - The idea was not that? - I opened my eyes and saw him with his head sustained by the hand that was resting on the bed. He smiled and bit her lower lip.

  - Yes, I was - I came to turn a blind eye unintentionally face his chest.

  Check your perfection would be tantamount to accepting that something else might happen between us. I was not ready for more than we had ever had.

  - Do you sleep well? - I opened my eyes.

  - Talking? No, of course - he smiled splendidly and I reciprocate.

  - Backwards.

  - Not usually. But I'm too tense to be here with you I do not believe that I get to sleep - he chuckled. I was amazed to find that he liked that laugh.

  - Stay calm. I told you just do what you want.

  I do not restrain myself and turned to him getting to the front of his bare chest. My boss had hair spread over the chest, but they were few and very short ones. I wanted to run my fingers there. Follow the trail that ran down his chest, through well-defined abdomen and taking me as far as my eyes could not see. Immediately shame came over me because of my boldness. I leaned my head on the pillow, turning a blind eye.

  - What is the problem? - Revealed once again the hoarseness of his voice.

  There is a subtle difference between the sweet and gentle way, and hoarse and exciting way he spoke to me. It was easy to see that his voice indicated a more intimate moment. More connected to sexual pleasure.

  - You got me confused. What do you want exactly?

  My body began to relax. The soft mattress, the delicious drink, the presence of Mr. Carter so close to me, his now hoarse voice sometimes soft and always low as a whisper, even the constant aircraft noise, all contributed to my state of mind. I knew it would soon be asleep. I closed my eyes and heard her laugh. His breath on my face. It was a mixture of champagne and mint.

  - I'll tell you, but not now - he moved closer to me.

  Eyes closed, I received your touch my hair. It was just a touch, yet gentle, caring, comforting. I no longer knew where the place was. Affection in the hair was the right way to make me fall asleep. I loved.

  - Sleep now - its low order was incisive.

  CHAPTER 11

  I woke with the dimness of the room. It took me a few seconds to understand where he was and a few more to understand who had slept beside Mr. Carter. However, at that time I was alone in bed. I stood looking around recognizing the cabin where we were. "How long had I slept?"

  Tottered heading toward a door that I imagined to be a bathroom. I turned on the light and I was even more stunned by the clarity. I washed my face with careful not to blur the very makeup and went out trying to get back to where were the seats. I did not know what had happened, not even remember how he had slept. I remembered only his hand in my hair. I closed my eyes in an attempt to bring as much of my memories.

  I entered the cabin where he was and our eyes met. Suddenly I was embarrassed. However if coldly analyze what happened was much less than the phone sex. I was even more embarrassed.

  - Good afternoon, Miss. Simon - late? I felt my stomach growl. How much time had passed?

  - Good afternoon - I still felt confused.

  The Commissioner who was leaning in his direction serving what looked like a Coke, straightened. I was intrigued. What they were doing before my arrival? Their attitude seemed suspicious? Oh no, Father! What was I doing? His life did not interest me. He could not act as the insecure girlfriend. I was just his secretary.

  - Miss want your lunch now? - Realized his unwillingness to serve me. I looked at Mr. Carter and then at her.

  - No, thank you - my hunger is gone.

  - You should eat, Melissa - was a requirement, you could tell by his tone.

  - Meat or chicken? - Commissioner looked back at me impatiently.

  - Chicken. Thank you! - I was not interested in knowing what the dish, just wanted to eat it at once. So the attention would fall not on me.

  The Commissioner moved away wiggling. I sat in the chair he had occupied before being taken to the room. I looked out the window and the sun seemed to have moved even a centimeter. Timezone.

  - Not hungry? - I heard that question for the second time since we met.

  - I think I overslept - disguised my answer.

  I did not want to admit that what I thought to be happening between him and the Commissioner was able to expel my hunger.

  - Truth. But this is good. We arrive too early in Athens - he turned back to his computer. - Although still we will make a short trip to Mykonos.

  - Mykonos?

  - An island. There will be safer - I stared at length, but he diverted attention to the computer screen.

 
Damn it! What was I getting myself into?

  The Commissioner came with my lunch. By her face I had almost afraid to know what awaited me. Surely the woman had spit in my food and left some unwanted present. She smiled politely to remove the cover. The chicken smell filled the cabin. My stomach immediately responded to the stimulus.

  - How much time there? - I put the first forkful in my mouth. Mr. Carter looked at me interested.

  - Up to Mykonos?

  - Athens - I clarified with his mouth full and he laughed making me embarrassed.

  - Two more hours.

  I put a little more food in your mouth, aware that he was watching me. I chewed slowly trying to occupy my time. There was something else on that trip. A secret that Mr. Carter did not want me to find out. should not be so cismada, after all, he was the CEO, and I just secretary. But something intrigued me and in relation to that story.

  We spent the remaining two hours talking amenities. Mr. Carter worked hard on your computer, while I just watched. No hint of what would happen in that meeting was passed to me. Two hours later, or a little more, we were landing at Athens International Airport.

  Although we are in a position somewhat comfortable, I was scared at the time of landing, due to the movement. Even more when we left the airport. A multitude of taxis waiting for passengers and another had gathered on the street making slow and confusing traffic.

  - My God, if it was not the landscape I believe we were in New York. What a mess.

  Mr. Carter gave a small laugh before quietly greet a young man, paunchy, with too much hair on the sides and less at the top.

  Our bags were placed in a luxury car, then immediately were led into it. I noticed that Mr. Carter was very attentive in his gestures with me. This led me to wonder what the reason for that attitude. I could not get any different answer from bipolar disorder.

  - Miss speak Greek?

  I took a deep breath. It was a question like the one that led us to discuss on my first day in the company. I expected that, at least at that time, he did not think I should know Greek to accompany him on the trip. It would be asking too much.

  Mr. Carter noticed my hesitation in answering and laughed out loud. He also remembered.

  - No, Mr. Carter - I said finally.

  - Just checking, Melissa. Just checking.

  He laughed at our private joke, then turned his attention to the chaos that settled out there. She checked the time on his wristwatch and soon after set hours.

  - In this way we end up delaying us to catch the boat.

  - Speedboat? Let's take a part of the trip by the sea?

  - Yes. Is that bad? - I was intrigued by my reaction.

  I had nothing against boats or sea, however used to get sick every time I entered one. Be sick in front of my boss would be the end of the trail.

  -. No. I thought it would be an easier way, just that - oh my God! I'd get sick, I was sure.

  - Let the Aegean Sea. It will be a beautiful trip. You will like.

  His fingers touched my hair playing with a lock, holding in his end and winding it on her finger. Why was he telling me those things? We were on a honeymoon trip but the business for a secret meeting that I could not know its contents.

  Furthermore we were not a couple.

  As we advanced and got rid of the chaotic traffic, we could approach the center of Athens. The idea I had of a city rich in history and beauty was confirmed at every moment. Light colors of its low buildings, the layout of the streets, it was all a sideshow. I was fascinated. Mr. Carter watched me without saying anything, but there was a glint in his eyes that made me sometimes embarrassed now cherished.

  We move to the coast and the trip was getting even more interesting. White houses, which seemed to come from within the mountains, called my attention. It was all a unique, extraordinary beauty. After the sea. Beautiful and sovereign, imposing the foot of the city. Everything was worthy of admiration.

  We stopped at the pier and our bags were carried by the car driver and the guy who greeted us at the airport. I noticed that both spoke English, even keeping the accent, but would facilitate a lot.

  We went down on a big boat. Mr. Carter let our bags were taken to the lower compartment, as he led me to the bow. The morning sun flooded the beach making me feel a great need to allow to warm my skin. I removed the jacket he had used during the trip and deposited on one of the benches that surrounded the vessel.

  - Beautiful is not it? - Mr. Carter was very close. I could not decide if annoyed by all proximity or delighted with her.

  - Yes it is. Been here before? - I do not know why I asked the question, since it was obvious to me. He seemed to get a little embarrassed.

  - Sometimes. But always surprised.

  The little boy approached causing Mr. Carter to leave my side. They talked a little on the pier and soon after my boss returned to the boat. I was surprised to realize that we would make the trip alone.

  - We'll be just us two? - Was too stunned to believe it.

  - Yes. I thought it was better that way - it was toward the cockpit to steer the boat. I was terrified.

  - And you know how to fly? - I walked behind him. Mr. Carter turned quickly surprising me. He smiled and then, without saying anything, walked on.

  - You'd be surprised at the amount of things I can do, Melissa.

  Holy shit! It was like a shock of 5000 watts. I could already imagine many things he could do. I bit my lips reprimand.

  I sat beside him in the cab and we were soon gliding over the Aegean waters. Even afraid of being led by Mr. Carter and afraid of what might happen, I was dazzled by all.

  - Sorry about staging - spoke louder to get a hearing.

  - What? - I did not understand what he was talking.

  - In fact, Melissa, being here accompanied by a woman was essential to our claims. This meeting is completely confidential and so we need to pretend we're on a romantic trip. Of course we do not need public display of affection - he laughed. - But it is necessary that people who saw me here with you, just imagine I'm just looking for a quiet place. Understood?

  My face burned. In fact, not just the face. My shame was so great that almost chose to throw me overboard instead of continuing at his side. What he was thinking was I?

  - You brought me here just so I pretended to be his mistress? - I was indignant.

  - Lover? - he laughed. - It's a good choice of word.

  I realized his tongue licking his lips. At that moment I did not want that. I did not want to be dazzled and forget what he was doing to me.

  - Mr. Carter, I ... Damn! You are so frustrating - blow causing him to look at me surprised.

  - Melissa, I did not bring you here to be my lover, okay? I really need your services as a secretary for this meeting, just let that one thing would fit in the other. I need to keep the content of this trip in secret. No one in Athens will be concerned about the fact that you are or not having sex with me.

  - This story is not sniffing me well. What the hell is this meeting whose goal is so secret and confidential? What kind of shady business are you getting involved?

  He laughed making me feel ridiculous giving that attack. It was my first week working at his side and I had already shown many traits of my personality that should not be appearing.

  Mr. Carter pressed a few buttons, raised a lever to release the rudder and then turning to me devoting me your full attention. His hands gripped my face holding me in his gray eyes. I almost had to be reminded that needed to breathe. His face was very close to mine.

  - Melissa - he whispered. - Trust me - my legs trembled. - I never involved in anything that could hurt her.

  We stared at us until the atmosphere between us was changing. With hands still holding my face, his eyes went down to my lips. He could take them right there at that moment, because I was already delivered. Completely.

  I closed my eyes waiting for what would come, but he did not do what I yearned to do. Instead, Mr. Carter moved closer to me a
nd just brushed his lips on my skin. Then pulled away with unnecessary haste, turning their attention to the sea front.

  - Be good and relax - and turned his activities.

  I left the cabin. There was not enough air for us both there. I was frustrated with myself, with my reactions, and with it, the lack of reaction. It was all a torture, but that became delightfully needed when he was with me. I sighed.

  The rocking of the boat, even with the wind blowing in my face, was making me sick. For a long time I was admiring the houses that seemed to come from the slopes as if they were carved by nature, but after nearly an hour, this landscape was no longer so interesting.

  Mr. Carter had not left the cabin in no time and also had not called me for nothing. I forced myself to stay where he was. How could he be so indifferent? How could pretend so much attention, care and then reveal that it was all staged in a natural way, as if revealing blue prefer white? Damn it!

  I was deep in thought and did not realize the exact moment when the white houses were getting more spaced out and all that indicated the presence of a civilization was gradually being replaced by local vegetation. Even the sea water began to become blue. It was a perfect blue. The true picture of paradise.

  I raised, standing on the bow, to observe the boat cut the sea. It was invigorating. The vessel has a sinuous curve when entering an almost perfect semicircle. The blue die on the white sand, where a huge house stood out majestically amidst the landscape. She was faithful to the local architecture, but also had it many modern traits that blended in perfect harmony.

  The speedboat gradually losing speed as it approached a small pier. A rustic boat occupied a space there. We docked. I waited without knowing what to do. Water, extremely blue, licking the white sand in a caress more than sexy.

  - Perfect! - He was right behind me.

  Hear his voice, after nearly two hours just listening to the noise of the boat and the sea, it was like being thrown back to reality. A hot, however harsh reality.

  - Let's go?

  I looked at the house and saw two figures coming toward the dock. A man and a woman, so it has to see because of the distance we were in. Would be meeting participants?