Eros Ramazzotti
So after the Magnus Bane saga, he definitely punished her for looking too gorgeous that a man like Magnus couldn't resist and the punishment included several blow jobs, spanking and a lots of sex which they both enjoyed. Also juggling their now active sexual affair, he made sure not to neglect the reason for his being in Singapore.
He attended the conferences, meetings, oversee and went for the evaluation for their branches. With all the work and stress from their double affairs he finally thought a break is needed so here they are. We arrive at the nearby beach resort quite quickly. Well, nearby if you take a helicopter, which is how we traveled.
“I can’t believe you,” Athena says, burying her toes in the warm white sand.
“What? Don’t you like it here?”
She looks up into my eyes, the sea reflects in her eyes, making them appear green. “I love it. It’s just, you made it clear that we weren’t on vacation. I didn’t think I’d be able to explore the city, much less come all the way out here to this island beach.”
"Where's grumpy serious Eros that said "We didn't come here for a holiday. Go sightseeing yourself"She says chuckling.
I shrug, smiling “I think we’ve earned ourselves some solitary peace besides after the back to back meetings we had yesterday and our bed affairs. I thought we could use a change of pace, a break and some fresh air.
She licks her lips and it sends a jolt through me. “No arguments on that one.”She says her eyes twinkling and I couldn't help but smirk as I saw she too was having flashbacks of last night's sex which was mind blowing..
“Good. Come on.” I lead her up the beach to our private cabana right near the water. During the ride over, I made a phone call to the friend who owns this private resort.
We walk up to the cabana right near the water. It has been beautifully prepared for our arrival. Everything we could possibly need for a day at the beach is laid out for us beneath the palm frond roof. A waiter from the resort stands there in crisp white linens, holding two frosty drinks with ice in a coconut.
“Ooo thank you,” Athena says as she takes one. She takes a sip, and her eyes nearly roll into the back of her head. “Oh, my God, this is amazing. You have to try this”
I grab my own drink.
The waiter nods politely, and moves away. He stays close enough, so we can call him easily, but far enough away to give us our privacy.
I take a sip. “You’re right. This is very good.”
“How much alcohol do you think is in it?”
“I think you don’t want to know.”
She shudders. “I don’t think I could bear another headache like this morning.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll take it easy.”
With her drink in hand, she sits in one of the padded loungers facing the water.
I sit on the chair next to her.
The sun bathes my skin, but the salty wind coming off the water keeps it from feeling sweaty-hot. The sound of the waves hitting the beach is soothing. Tension drains from me as the peaceful surroundings seep into me.
“When was the last time you did something like this?” Athena asks, turning to look at me.
“What? Sit on the beach with a beautiful woman?”
Athena shoots me a sour grin, like she thinks I’m being cheesy, but the flush of her cheeks tells me she appreciated the compliment. “No, I mean, when was the last time you just sat back and relaxed like this?”
The question catches me off guard. “You know, I honestly can’t remember. I guess it’s been a while.” I take another sip of my drink and think about it. I really can’t think of the last time. “You know how it is, with work and everything. The wheels of business don’t stop turning long enough for me to take a vacation.”
She sighs. “I know. Things are non-stop with you. But doesn’t it feel nice? To relax and enjoy.
“It does,” I admit.
“Then why don’t you take a break every once in awhile?” she asks, turning to look at me.
It’s such a simple question, but I don’t have a good answer. “I’ve really never thought about it. I’ve always been driven, I guess. I know that if I work hard, I’ll be successful.”
“Well, yeah, but you’re already successful by any standard. You’ve done it. You’ve got more money than God, offices all over the world, and an army of people working for you.”
“True,” I reply.
“So what’s the endgame? When is it ever enough? When can you sit back and enjoy your life and the money you've made?”
“Christ, you make it sound like I’m a miserable workaholic.”
“No, not miserable. But you don’t seem happy, either. Even if I don't own all the money in the world I still have a retirement plan because I do not want to work my butt of without rest"Athena says with a long look.
“Work makes me happy.”
She nods. “Sure, but there are other kinds of happiness.”
“Are there?” I ask, laughing.
“I mean, there could be. What makes you happy? Other than work.”
“I’ve never really stopped to think about it.” I drain the rest of my drink as I think. The answer is not at the bottom of my drink. Finally, I shrug. “I don’t know.”
“See? That’s why it’s good to slow down every once in awhile. It helps put things in perspective. Helps you figure out what you really want.”
“And what do you want?” I ask, wanting to get the damn spotlight off me. These questions make me feel uneasy, like there’s a part of me that’s missing.
“I want lots of things,” Athena replies. “The career, of course. But I also want a family someday. A couple of kiddos running around. A man I love.”
“That’s all so predictable,” I retort.
She sits up straighter, bristling at my comment. “It may be predictable, but at least I have goals. Things to look forward to and to strive for in my life. What are you looking forward to? Adding more zeroes to your bank account?”
I don’t have an answer. It’s rare for me to be speechless like this, but here I am. Nobody has this effect on me, but Athena manages to throw me off-balance with ease, like it’s nothing.
She literally just threw the harsh facts of reality on my face.
Athena stands up next to me. “I’m going for a swim.” She strips off her flowing beach dress, revealing a jaw-dropping, itsy bitsy red bikini underneath. Her full, ripe breasts threaten to spill out of her top. I sincerely wish they would. Her bottoms are fitted enough that I can just make out the outline of her pussy before she turns around. I don’t know if she sways her hips on purpose just to torture me, or if it just comes naturally to her, but I get rock hard just looking at her walk to the water’s edge. My eyes stay glued to her firm, round ass as it bounces with every step.
Part of the reason I wanted to come to the beach was for this exact moment. Even though I’d already seen her naked, I’d been drunk. I remember everything that happened between us the night before, but now, in the brilliant light of day, Athena looks so much brighter and more vivid than my blurry memories.
The other reason I wanted to come out here was to spend some time alone with her without anyone else around. I’m still conflicted about sleeping with my assistant or whatever is going on between us. So I don’t want all of my business colleagues there to witness it.
I’m not ashamed of her. I’m ashamed of myself for succumbing to the tired old cliché movie of an executive and his secretary on a ‘business’ trip. Picturing it sounds vulgar and it makes me feel like an asshole. No one would understand how amazing Athena is. They wouldn’t think, “Oh, maybe he really likes her.” They would judge her the way I judged all the women my associates brought along to these types of conferences.
A sly woman who seduced her boss!!
And that's not a stain he wants on her, she's too innocent for that.
I couldn’t bear to have them think of my Athena like that, not unless I know it’s worth it. But it’s way too early to be sure about any of that yet. All I know about her is that I enjoy her company and she’s so damn gorgeous it hurts to look at her. For now, that is enough.
Athena stands in the water. The waves come up to her knees. She turns around and waves to me, beckoning me like a siren. “Are you coming?” she calls.
I shrug off my worries with my clothes and run out to join her
Go with the flow, even if Athena is like a drink of harsh cold reality!
Cold but real!