Compromising situation

Ricardo was bothered, Alana was getting too comfortable with him. He didn't like the idea of having her choose clothes for him as if she were his wife. On the other hand, Dennis couldn't help but think his boss was looking a lot different. Even Alana saw that, as soon as they reached

Ricardo was the first one to step out. Alana got a ride from him because Marcela

“Wow, is it just I or air looks dashing,”

“I know right, so good-looking,” Alana heard some female standing by the reception say when Ricardo and her walked in and proceeded to the elevator. Of course, she didn't see Brigitte anywhere. But hearing all the employees admiring him. Ricardo was bothered. Especially because Alana said to his face earlier. They reached his office and Ricardo stripped off his coat and tossed it away.

Alana walked up to his desk and poured him some coffee. Dennis only took some files and left right away

“What's for today,” Ricardo asked Alana as soon as he settled down and folded his shirt sleeves to his elbows. Alana smiled and finished chewing a piece of burger and took out her iPad

“Well, you have a meeting in two hours…which I won't have to be there… then in the afternoon, you have to attend a school function,” Alana went through what he had to do for the day. Ricardo nodded and concentrated on his work

“Sir, here… I came up with some new designs, I have countless ones you can choose from,” Alana said, getting Ricardo's attention and handing him her iPad. Ricardo stopped what he was doing and reached for it when he grabbed her hand instead. Both seemed startled, but Ricardo managed to compose himself and cleared his throat awkwardly,

“You can go through and tell me the ones you like,” Alana added and glanced at her hand. It was weird, this wasn't the first time he touched her.

“Interesting,” Ricardo muttered as he scrolled through the iPad. He was quite intrigued and amused by what he was seeing, he needed different unique pieces of jewelry, and as Alana said, something simple and unique

“So, I'll leave the iPad with you…sir, I have a small request,” Alana said, seeing how amused his expression was. Ricardo set the iPad down and glanced up at her to go on

“Sir, can I take a few hours off… just to have lunch with Ms Brigitte,” Alana said, she didn't tell Brigitte about what happened to her and the woman wanted them to have lunch

“Sure… I…” Ricardo muttered but stopped when he felt a sharp headache,

“Are you okay, did something happen,” Alana was already standing beside him, Ricardo nodded and moved his chair backwards to keep his distance

“Do you have a headache…let me see,” Alana fired him with questions while feeling his forehead with the back of her hand

“You are burning up,” Alana whispered when she loosened his necktie and tossed it away. She felt his neck and he was hot

“I'm okay, please move away,” Ricardo muttered and kept her at arm's length. Realizing what was happening, Alana found herself between his legs. His shirt was open and exposing his chest

“I'm sorry, sir… I…” Alana panicked and attempted to leave when she bumped against the desk and ended up losing balance and fell on him

“Dammit,” Ricardo muttered when she ended up bumping her forehead against Ricardo. He regained his wits when Alana rested her hands on his bare chest and pushed herself off him

“I'm so sorry,” she said and quickly moved away from him. Ricardo cleared his throat and adjusted his shirt

“I'll send Dennis to bring some painkillers,” saying that Alana fled the office. Of course, that wasn't what she planned. Why did she even do that? While Alana was talking to Dennis. Ricardo was sitting like a statue, frozen in place as he contemplated on what happened a few minutes ago.

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“So, how is it…why did you not call me,” Brigitte insisted on seeing Alana's foot. It had been a week and Alana had been missing. Only to find out she had gotten hurt

“It's nothing okay, I'm fine… I forgot to call you” Alana replied and ate more French fries. It had been a whole two weeks since she got hurt, and Ricardo gave her a week off to recover. It wasn't easy, but she managed to pull it off

“I thought you considered me…as a friend,” Brigitte pouted and played with her straw, Alana had the urge to laugh seeing how cute she looked. To make it up to her, Alana invited Brigitte out for lunch, so they could catch up. Unfortunately, Brigitte didn't stop complaining

“Hey, well…now I'm here…let's eat then I'll tell you, do you know I managed to come up with something,” Alana remarked and took out her laptop and placed it on the table. The restaurant was quiet with few people having their lunch. It was mid-afternoon, hence not so many people crowded the fast food restaurant

“And your husband… I want to meet him and thrash his face for not saying anything,” Brigitte was upset that Alana saw. It was not every time saw Brigitte that angry

“Haha, well… that won't work okay…and I promise to buy you lunch for the next two months,” Alana said with a pout, the glimmer in Brigitte's eyes showed just how whooped she was. Both women ended up laughing and high firing as they ate their food

“It's good that you are okay…but who is that rascal that abducted you…did the police catch him?” Brigitte asked after a while. Of course, Alana had no idea who that man was. Especially because he didn't assault her. Or hurt her, but she saw how Ricardo reacted. It seemed there was some sort of enmity between the two men

“No, it wasn't me they wanted…it was a mistake,” Alana replied after a lot of thought. It was best she buried what happened. Brigitte frowned but shrugged just as someone came to their table

“Madam, my boss requests your presence,” an elderly man dressed like a butler said to Alana with a low bow. Both Alana and Brigitte were taken aback.

“Who?” Alana asked, although the man looked familiar,

“Who is it?” Brigitte took asked wondering who the person was

“Right there” the man pointed toward the table across the room and near the window. Both Alana and Brigitte followed his gaze,

“Him?” Alana recognized the man at once, anger boiled within her as she averted her eyes from the foolish man

“No,” Alana shrugged, but Brigitte kept on tapping at her arm. Alana was irritated with her

“D-do you know who he is…oh my gosh,” Brigitte muttered and dragged Alana close to her. The man was no ordinary man, Brigitte was even perplexed to see him in such a low-class restaurant. he was the president of the largest fashion company ever

“Why should I care,” Alana scoffed and shoved Brigitte away from her

“That's Rocco Salvatore… the fashion god… he's like some Greek god of fashion…and he wants to see you… Alana, go,” Brigitte exclaimed like some fangirl who just saw her idol. Of course, Alana didn't know who the man was, if she told Brigitte he was the rascal who abducted her. She wondered if Brigitte would thrash his pretty face as she said, "Mr. Salvatore asked me to give you this,” the old man removed a small note from his pockets and handed it to Alana. Hesitantly, Alana took it and pried it open

(“Have lunch with me, my way of apologizing for what I did, from yours truly”) Alana read what was written on the note and glanced toward Rocco, he waved at her and adjusted his coat.