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  - Are the employees. They will take care of the bags.

  Mr. Carter went on my way down two suitcases and then coming back then to take what was left.

  - I think we need to pretend with them a little too. Do not know who I am, then it becomes easier - my heart raced. I did not want to pretend anything. - Cooperate with me, Melissa. Please - added to realize my face unwillingly.

  - They speak English?

  - I was told that yes, but ...

  - Perfect! - I sighed.

  - Need help down?

  I looked at the time we were checking whether I could or not go down alone. No. So I looked for a staircase or a ramp to help me get to the pier. My heels did not help much. When chosen, the morning had not imagined that we would be staying on a beach. I removed my shoes and watched Mr. Carter then skip to offer me the hand. I was grateful for the care, even though it was all just to keep the look.

  - Good morning - man, who appeared to be about forty-five, with the typical features of a Greek and tanned by the sun, greeted us with your accent. The straight brown hair down to the strong shoulders. - I'm Abadir.

  - Good morning - Mr. Carter shook the man's hand. - Robert.

  He used only his first name, which immediately caught my attention. Why was I being so casual? Why was not using its "CEO" version, as usual?

  - This is Melissa - Abadir shook my hand too. I noticed how much of it was thick and calloused in contrast with my soft and well cared for.

  - This is Macaria, my wife. We were informed of the arrival of you. We are available.

  Abadir took the bags and set off toward the house. I walked at a slow pace behind the entourage. Macaria, from time to time, turned to watch me. She had a light skin, long brown hair, curled in a braid that formed a bun. He appeared to be young, about twenty-five years at the most and her thin body was beautiful. I smiled at her who smiled back.

  - They will not be. Always come in the morning to keep everything clean and organized - Mr. Carter whispered in my ear clasping my waist. - Do not worry. do not have to stay in my room - even closer up and his lips touched my ear causing me chills. - Unless you want - holy shit! My legs almost gave way. - Calmly, Melissa. Calmly.

  Shit! He knew I was completely vulnerable to his charms. I was a puppet in his hands. And my boss was not hesitating to manage the way you found it necessary. Without the slightest embarrassment.

  - Let's get this afternoon visits - my boss said he went forward a little more towards the couple.

  - We were informed. We left everything ready. We leave as soon as they are housed and come back tomorrow morning. If they need something, we can bring the center, but I want to spend this first night here. Tomorrow we may combine a tour of the old regions, is of interest to you.

  - We will wait to decide how it will be - again I pulled her arms, around her waist, which left me undecided whether to collaborate with this charade and enjoy some of your fantastic body or infuriated me and repelled.

  There were a lot of confidence in his words, as if he really intended to wait for what happened between us, and then decide what to do. The expectation was distressing. I stepped forward to disentangle myself from his arms. He allowed me away.

  While my boss solve bureaucratic issues, I got away from me a little of everything and just contemplate heaven before us. The white sand that seemed so thin by far, was actually a thick gravel hurt my feet, not aggressively, just a nuisance to which I believed that I adapt easily.

  The house is mixed sand, where a low wall with glasses almost unnoticeable, surrounded her. Inside, stones covered the floor forming a rustic walkway that skirted a huge dark blue pool, no edges, which seemed to spring from the ground. An extension of the sea. Beautiful and inviting.

  Also it protruded from the sides and the bottom of the pool, which seemed to be the central scenario, and extended to the inside where he was sheltered by a covered part of the house.

  On your right side there was a garden with local vegetation that matched perfectly with the environment and some lounge chairs that looked more like double beds, due to its size. The white pads were positioned toward the sun, a clear invitation to relaxation.

  There were three light wood tables with glass top, which were interspersed between armchairs, also padded with white fabric. I saw that around the pool there were lights that were out and wondered how they would be at dusk.

  Everything in the house was a promise of intense love. Romanticism she conveyed came to be contagious. I found myself imagining the wonderful things that could be experienced by a couple in love that seductive environment.

  Oh my God! Help me to not exceed the limits allowed between a boss and his secretary.

  On the left was a large covered porch with wood and stuck white curtains in their bases, which, I imagined, allowed its occupants more privacy when needed. As they were gathered, revealed the inside, showing the existence of a reserved environment.

  I could see more lights and white and blue pillows, but what caught my attention was the mobile on which were all these things.

  There was a bed, because it would fit five comfortably. It was not a sofa. It looked like a nest. A huge round nest, entirely composed of wood strips interwoven and worked magnificently adorning not only the support, for what appeared to be a thick mattress of soft foam. But this went up the sides of the mobile, like two arms that protected its occupants. They soon met up crisscrossing. It was beautiful and typically romantic.

  Right next to this room was a small projection of the pool, separated by visible borders, also with some fixtures, only smaller, which gave the place a more reserved appearance. It was a whirlpool.

  - Melissa? - He could break my bubble. - You will not go?

  After all he had seen in that place where it seemed that love and pleasure lived in a perfect harmonious coexistence, listen to his voice to face soon after his eyes so perfectly gray and piercing it was almost like an eternal perdition invitation.

  - Macaria accompany Miss to the room - Abadir led the way with his hand.

  My only reaction was to follow Macaria to where would be my room. The whole house followed the same pattern of luxury that was outside. Not to mention it was wide and clear. The rooms were on the second floor. What I would occupy had a huge balcony overlooking the sea and consequently to the pool area.

  The room was very large and white furniture with blue accents would not let me forget I was in Greece. In paradise and next to my head. Would be four difficult days. At least for me.

  CHAPTER 12

  Macaria was still there when Abadir came in with my bags, but Mr. Carter was not anywhere. Abadir follow up where left my things, a large closet where I could live without bothering me a bit. As soon as they came out, reinforcing the fact that they are at my disposal, I used to separate lighter clothing and appropriate for the meeting would happen soon.

  I took a quick shower, leaving to enjoy the bath at another time. I put a blue long dress to the knees and just the body only to the waist, where the skirt opened fan. I had square neckline and wide shoulder straps. When looking in the mirror I felt a part of the house.

  It was just that my role in that theater. I urge to kill Mr. Carter to get involved in this strange game, but I calmed down deciding to wait until we could have a more enlightening conversation. I wore sneakers, combed his hair and left the room.

  I did not know where he could find it, since the house was too big and I had no idea where his room was, so I went down to the living room and sat waiting for their first orders. He did not appear.

  Impatient, I started walking around the house watching every detail blue and white that were therein. Certainly in less than two hours could no longer endure these colors and when sleep would have nightmare where there would be only a blue and white world. Why was I so upset?

  I decided it would be best to change clothes and put a little more color in my thoughts, but once I got the ladder met. Mr. Carter wore a blue linen shirt and jeans. It w
as not casual, but was not dressed for a meeting. And that color ... It seemed like a joke. He stopped on the step he was and looked at me without losing any detail, then smiled that same smile that dismounted me completely.

  - Any order? - Was better start leaving more professional climate or else ... Only God could know what we would be able to do.

  - You sent the e-mail I asked for? - Shit!

  - I was going now to get my computer, Mr. Carter - I prayed that my lie go unnoticed.

  - Do it, but bring it here. I want the message get out of my email.

  I agreed without question. I ran up the stairs, cursing the fact no longer be able to change clothes. I took my computer and went to meet him. Mr. Carter was on the phone in the same room where I was recently, was already leaving when he looked at me and made a gesture with his hand so close to me.

  - If you do so question, Tanya.

  He continued speaking regardless of my presence. The name caught my attention. Tanya. The girlfriend or psycho ex-girlfriend. He talked in a civilized manner, which led me to imagine that they had reconciled. I had no time to identify the reason for my apathy, as Mr. Carter motioned for me to open the computer.

  - Only I will arrive in four days. Remember that I have other trips planned.

  He turned the computer, which was in my lap in her direction and typed something. Then he returned. I noticed the screen of your opening email. Of course, my eyes ran the messages that had not yet been opened. It is obvious that the Mannie caught my attention. Not only there was a message from her but six.

  - Ah yes! I'll be meeting with the Mexican people in a few minutes - made another gesture with his hands so I typed the e-mail.

  I started immediately. He pulled continuing to talk on the phone.

  - You know how it is Mexico. Hot, with people talking all the time and at the same time - laughed dull.

  I blushed to see that he was lying blatantly to her, saying he was in Mexico. I only hoped that this boat does not turn around to my side. With his girlfriend he had was better not to play.

  - I talk to you tomorrow.

  Hung at the exact moment I sent the email to Nicole. I dared not question him. If he wanted to deceive his girlfriend was his problem. I just did not want to be the reason.

  - Melissa ... - sat next to me in a voice laden with caution. - This meeting, in theory, is not happening. Understood? - I nodded biting her lip, afraid of what might be doing there. - I need you to confirm that we are in Mexico. Abgail left everything organized and this time two people pretending to be two of us are in a luxury hotel in Mexico. So we used the private plane because people needed to confirm that Mr. Carter and Miss. Simon boarded. I know it's too much, but I need you to trust me.

  - We're not doing anything illegal, right? - He smiled and convincing.

  - Not Just need anyone to discover until it's all ready.. Are administrative secrets that can not leak ahead of time. Our group is large and information flows very easily. I'm just trying to keep our business safe.

  I had so sure that he was really telling the truth, but agreed to remain silent, since it was not directly involved in what was going to happen.

  - People ... Employees generally are frightened by trifles and often gossip cause panic and despair. I want to avoid a general outbreak.

  - You're talking about layoffs?

  - There will be no layoffs. But attitudes like today, can lead to this understanding. Is it just to avoid further problems. Now I need you to provide everything for the meeting. Soon our guests will arrive. The secretaries will not come with them and you also can not stand. But be close by in case I need anything. Arrange everything and let me know.

  I did not have to do much. Macaria had left everything as Abby would. Just took things to the room where the meeting would happen and told Mr. Carter that he was ready. He was on the phone again. I not waited to hear more. I knew too much and was healthier know less.

  I went up to my room where I could hear the drive home. I put the headphones, I took my old book and lay down on the soft bed. I spent the rest of the day as well. As I had eaten on the plane, I was not hungry.

  I slept a little blankly as he had much sleep. When the day was almost done, he appeared in my room.

  A light hit the announced. Mr. Carter was still dressed in the same clothes and his face looked tired. He looked around the room and then to me, who was wearing just a short short jeans and a shirt. It was hot. It heated up even more with his presence.

  - Let's leave now. I do not know what time back so do not wait for me. Macaria left our dinner ready, may be the will, I will eat something on the street. Let the locked house and anything call me. I'll take the boat - great! I was a prisoner in that unknown paradise. What would you do there without him?

  - All right - I dared not say anything more because Mr. Carter was keen to analyze every detail of my body.

  - You'll be fine?

  - Yes If the TV function will be great. - I smile a little and he returned my smile with another spectacular.

  - So ... you tomorrow - gave an uncertain step back, but quickly regained his usual safety and left.

  I was in the same position for some time. Mr. Carter was telling me, in a subtle way, which does not spend the night at home? What would he do? Find your Greek lover? Or else he had gone to meet him? Damn it! I was so confused! He believed he could treat me as if I were the most desirable of all women and then go out for the night with another? How can you take me to that place forgotten by the world to leave me alone?

  I decided it was time to start to occupy my mind or else surtaria. It would be a long night. I changed my clothes, put on a bikini and a light dress, short and loose, in pink. I grabbed a towel, even being aware that it will soon be dark, but still could not lose the opportunity to take advantage of that pool show without feeling a little more power that Mr. Carter had on me.

  I went down to the recreation area already starting to feel happy to be alone. Maybe it was better that way. He was not even the right man for me, or maybe I was not right woman for him. This thought made me depressed.

  I stopped in front of the pool, which did not seem quite so attractive. Its amplitude, causing reminded me that I was alone in that paradise, discouraged me in. I put the fingertips in cold water giving up once to take a dip. The fresh wind carried the salty air of the beach indoors. Soon my skin was clammy.

  I checked my emails by phone. The wi-fi in the house was good, which made me a bit more lively. Dean had sent me two messages, one saying he was homesick, it was impossible to remain indifferent to their affection, I think that loneliness was killing me, the other said that as soon as I got back we would meet. I was happier. A little hectic in my life would not be bad.

  Nicole had sent an email saying that the request of Mr. Carter was very confused, but that had sent all that he asked. As my boss had not responded, she wondered whether he had received. In this case I could do nothing. It was unacceptable to invent that too had not understood just as unaware of the fact that he received the email, as it had no access to your account. I decided I should ignore that message temporarily to know what to say.

  The day had not even finished and I was bored. My social life was a total failure. that bag

  I was zapping on TV channels, closed channels with material on my tongue, and I did not find anything interesting to watch. I decided I could handle the rerun of a movie that had already seen ten times and in all I ended up crying. It would be better than staring at the sea and remembering that he was somewhere with some girl while I was abandoned in that house.

  I watched the movie and when it ended I was eating something. I took the necessary for a sandwich, ate and went back to get bored. Certainly would have trouble sleeping. My stock was exhausted sleep. The night dominated the sky and the house has become immense too much for me. The silence was broken only by the sound of the waves.

  I was afraid, but to amaze you chose a red wine that was on the table as a company. I took
the bottle and glass and went to the pool area. It was like I imagined. At night, with lighted lamps, was a spectacle. Worthy of romantic film, only missing the pair. Dean to combine well with that environment.

  With glass in hand I called hydro and immersed in hot water. As it was natural for the night temperature lowered because of the proximity of the sea, but not cold enough to make me give up enjoying the perks that house offered me. Also it did not compare to the Chicago cold. I held the hair, not wanting to wash them at night and lay leaving bubbles explore my body.

  Almost a bottle of wine later, I was light, quiet my head and my chest was a mixture of anxiety and happiness. All that alcohol could provide a solitary young. The house was not scary, on the contrary, was comforting and welcoming. I lifted my feet and noticed that they were starting to get wrinkly. I laughed amused cold I felt when I put them out. I closed my eyes even more relaxing.

  It was then that I heard footsteps behind me. Not someone steps of jumping or running, they were peaceful and safe, as only he could walk. My heart raced and my mouth went dry, still turned toward the sound. He was there. Beautiful as always and with that smile ... Oh, that smile.

  I was embarrassed and averted my gaze. I knew that he liked my reaction. Mr. Carter liked to feel master of the situation. It was as fuel for its investees. I turned to look at him, but mad at me for being so vulnerable to his charms. He was no longer with them before clothes, wearing shorts, sleeveless shirt, and slippers. Even so informal, still the most beautiful and sexy man she'd ever known in my humble life.

  - Taking advantage of the night? - Take me long to respond. Alcohol and Mr. Carter was a too strong mixture for my poor brain. - I see you found the wine - Shit! Why he always found the right words to ruin my time? I was even more embarrassed from drinking wine that not belong to me.

  - Oh ... I'm sorry ... I mean ... I do not ... I'm sorry ... Oh, Damn! I'm sorry - he laughed out loud.

  - Do not feel much. I can enter?

  What? He would share that space with me? I mean ... He had this right, did not he? But it was Mr. Carter and I was in a bikini, so ... I put a little more into the corner as he removed his shirt, leaving it folded the next lounger where we were. He left on it also shorts and flip flops, getting only swimming trunks.