Sexual Tension

Alana smiled warmly as she watched Santiago respond to her. She was overwhelmed to know Santiago was eating the cereal she made for him. She only asked Rocco for two weeks to get herself settled. she spent a week getting close to Santiago. The next day was Monday, she had hired a new secretary for Ricardo. She was going to spend the entire week teaching the new secretary all about Ricardo's ways.

“I can see he likes you…just look at him,” Mrs. Marks who was standing to the sides said cheerfully, encouraging Alana even more.

“He's a cute boy… Mrs. Marks always make this fine oatmeal for him before going to bed,” Alana said, glancing up at Mrs. Marks, who nodded.

“Since you came, Santi hasn't been having a hard time falling asleep… you are indeed magic, madam,” the woman said, making Alana feel shy, she was great with kids. Santiago was fine as long as he was understood. He was only 5 years old, sharp, and sweet.

“In the past, he never liked any woman sir brought home…and you know sir always listens to his son…if Santiago likes someone…even sir will like that person,” Mrs. Marks said while waving her hands in the air dramatically. Alana stared at her in disbelief, only then did Mr. Marks realize what she just said.

“Well, madam Marcela brought women for sir to choose a wife…but sir wasn't interested," Mrs. Marks corrected awkwardly.

“It's okay, I'm not angry,” Alana said, shaking her head and focusing on Santiago eating her cereal.

“Madam, you are one of a kind…this house is lively with you here…it feels like home,” Mrs. Marks said after a while when Santiago fell asleep. Alana picked him up and carried him to his bed. She already bathed him and made him wear his pajamas.

“He's sleeping now…we should leave,” Alana suggested, and Mrs. Marks nodded and smiled warmly seeing how Alana was tucking Santiago in. It was good her boss finally found a woman good for him.

After making sure Santiago was sleeping, Alana decided to get some rest. It was just 9 pm, but her body was aching. When she went to her bedroom, she found Ricardo sitting on his bed, busy working on his laptop. She was surprised how he never took a break. Even when at home, he was always going through work.

Alana smiled faintly and closed the door and stretched her arms a little. She took some towels and a nightgown from the closet and decided to take a shower before heading to bed.

It didn't take a while when she was done and went back to the room. The man was sitting in the same position. It seemed Mrs. Marks brought some coffee for him. Because he was busy sipping while looking at some files.

“I found a new secretary for you,” Alana said while drying her hair, it was rather hot. She took a hot shower and her body was on fire.

“Why,” the man asked without even looking at her. Alana pouted and spotted a remote on the bed close to Ricardo and walked to get it. The AC was off. No wonder it was so hot.

“Well, I won't be working for you, and you need a secretary," Alana remarked and bent down to get the remote when Ricardo was startled. He glanced up and wondered why she was close to him, but she grabbed the small black remote and straightened up.

“I don't need one, since all of them are incompetent," Ricardo scoffed sarcastically and averted his eyes from her. Why was she wearing that dress, it was white and see-through. Everything was showing inside. It was too tight on the upper side and showed the outline of her breasts and pointed nipples

“Sir…he's capable… I made sure to look him up, and he's precisely what you require. Smart, well traveled and exposed… . He knows what to do,” Alana said with a smile and cranked up the AC to the degree she preferred.

“I don't want you anywhere near my company… you work for the enemy,” Ricardo simply said and concentrated on his work. Alana frowned and went to get some blankets from the closet, so she could make her bed on the floor.

“Stop overreacting, he's the enemy and I don't mind working for him…and it's a good thing, don't you think,” Alana remarked and stopped close to the bed. Ricardo glanced up with narrowed eyes.

“I mean, they say to keep your friends close and your enemy even closer…just treat me like a spy… I promise I won't betray you,” Alana said with a smile and continued spreading the blankets on the floor. Ricardo was taken aback by her words. He didn't know what to say to her.

“The bed is big enough," he simply said and averted his eyes from her. Alana thought she heard wrong, stopping g in her tracks… She glanced at Ricardo.

“Excuse me?”

“There's no need to sleep on the floor when there is a bed here,” Ricardo muttered while pressing keys on his laptop, making Alana even more confused.

“You said the bed is only yours…” she frowned, recalling what he told her. Ricardo stopped what he was doing and looked at her.

“Do you want to make a fuss…or paint me bad and tell people I let you sleep on the cold floor,” he asked coldly, Alana shook her head a little.

“Why would I tell anyone…sir…i”

“Don't call me sir,” Ricardo corrected her and Alana was even more agitated.

“But, us…bed…well, “Alana was confused that she fiddled with her hands having no idea why Ricardo was telling her to sleep on the same bed as him?

“Take it or leave it,” Ricardo seemed irritated, it took Alana a while to decide what to do. When she heard roaring thunder and lightning flashing. She knew it would rain, and the floor would get cold.

“I'll take this side,” she said, and grabbed some blankets and took the left side. It was awkward, but Alana covered herself and turned her back to him.

The cold wind seeped through the window. It was 10:30 pm when Ricardo was done with his work. He closed the windows and switched off the lights.

He crawled under covers and lay on his back while supporting his head with his arm. There was an awkward silence in the room. Alana couldn't breathe as she tightened the grip on the blankets.

This was awkward, sharing a bed with Ricardo, she kept tossing and turning until she was lying on her back. Her hands were suspended to the sides when she accidentally touched Ricardo's hand.

“S-sorry,” Alana muttered and tried to move her hand, but Ricardo grabbed it tightly.

“What are you doing,” Alana was nervous and opened her eyes and glanced toward Ricardo. He was awake, she thought he was sleeping.

“You move too much,” Ricardo muttered, his voice sounding hoarse and strained. Alana didn't want to think much, but the way he was holding her hands made her heart race rapidly.

“I can't get any sleep…maybe I should take the floor,” Alana suggested because she was too disturbed to fall asleep. There was silence from Ricardo's side. Alana took that as a yes and prepared to leave the bed when the man held her down. Alana froze when Ricardo left his side and slowly prompted up.

“Do you always wear such clothes when going to bed,” Ricardo muttered questionably and lay half on top of her. Alana was disturbed, her mind was in chaos. Especially when he was leaning down on her.

“I-i don't get it,” she whispered breathlessly while struggling to get away. She sensed danger from Ricardo. Why was his voice sounding so pleasant and rather fruity? About the dress, she hated wearing clothes when going to bed.

Back at home she always slept naked, but when she got married, she decided to change her habits even though it irritated her to sleep with clothes on.

The nightgown she was wearing, she bought with Brigitte a few days ago. It was satin and comfortable.

“Ricardo, I think…the bedmate isn't working for us,” Alana managed to get her mouth working and said breathlessly. This was a bad idea, she sensed sexual tension. But when Ricardo cupped her face and caressed his way down her neck. Alana felt a cold shiver which surprised her when she felt a stinging sensation between her legs

“Oh no,” she muttered mentally because she wasn't wearing any panties or a bra. She was completely nude inside and the dress had pulled up. She could feel Ricardo's legs finding their way between her legs.

“If you can't sleep…let me help," Ricardo murmured and slipped his hand into her dress and slowly pulled it up, his touch felt like lightning strike. Her heart was thumping loudly. Alana tightened her thighs together not sure what he meant by that.