Broken Obsession - Part Two (7 page)

Eduardo gave a quick look over at his wife at that
moment and saw her embarrassment, or maybe, her enchantment? “So
Tony, the ink has already dried,” he jokingly put out turning away
from Amber, “There really is no need to score points with the
misses.”

Amber then wrapped her arm around her husband’s
forearm and plainly said, “Nice to meet you Mr. Rivera. My
husband’s told me nothing but good things about you.”

Tony beamed and then shoved his hands down his front
pant pockets. “It’s Tony,” he offered, making the mistake of
dropping his eyes down to Amber’s diamond necklace she had hanging
from a chain that conveniently laid on top of her breasts inside
her V-shaped gown. It seemed to captivate him. “I have nothing bad
to say about him either,” he just said, clearing his throat and
raising his eyes back up to hers.

Eduardo scanned his partner’s stance and immediately
picked up on his attraction to his wife and decided now would be a
good time to end the night. He would deal with his colleague one on
one and on another day; tonight was just too close for comfort. “It
was nice to see you Tony,” Eduardo hastily laid out leading Amber
away, “Call me tomorrow and we’ll discuss what we talked about
earlier, you know, about Long Beach?”

Tony met eyes with Eduardo first before resting his
glare on his wife. “I’ll be at the office all day,” he voiced,
giving Amber a small smile. “It was finally nice to meet you Mrs.
Sanchez.”

Amber smiled back, “Nice to have finally met you too,
Mr. Rivera.”

That night, Amber came home a little intoxicated, not
only by the two martinis she had drank earlier, but from meeting
Eduardo’s new business partner, Anthony Rivera. Why was she so
attracted to him at any rate? She had a man! The man of her
dreams
, so why was this total stranger so out of the
ordinary?

“Turn around,” she heard him say.

Amber blinked out of her fantasy and over at her
husband. He had already discarded his body of his jacket, shirt,
tie and pants, was wearing only is boxer shorts and a smile.
“Why?”

“So I can unzip you,” he grinned, grabbing her by the
shoulders.

Amber felt her body twirl around and Eduardo’s hands
fondle at her backside when her dress suddenly dropped to the floor
and warm, eager hands inched their way up towards her breasts from
behind. She arched her back to receive him and his touch, his lips
on her neck and without warning, his erection in her buttocks. She
didn’t want to do it like that, not tonight and turned around to
meet his tongue and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, leading
their bodies toward the bed.

He took the direction and lay on top of her instantly
trying to find a home for his pleasure and Amber opened up her legs
to welcome him in as Eduardo glided amid her, driving his high
point home. Amber reached up to his neck and face and watched in
mystification as his eyes turned brown…they were
brown
, his
face had altered into Anthony Rivera’s and Amber shut her eyes to
ponder on this illusion that left her heated in the first place and
felt her lions pulsate from the wonderful, concentrated orgasm that
this stranger was able to stir up. It had been the first time she
ever fantasized about another man while making love to Eduardo.

And that was downright scary.

Occasionally Philip Aldridge, Eduardo’s boss, asked
him to meet the new associate when one was hired into the law firm.
Get a feel for the person behind the resume; grill the new attorney
on their background and dedication to the law. Eduardo was great at
grilling; very good at excavating someone’s hidden character to the
surface and glad to do so.

But the moment she walked into his office—he knew he
was in trouble. Stacey Somers, formerly,
Stacey Mitchell
had
been the virgin that got away.

Stacey Mitchell was his high school girlfriend, also
his vice president; a position held under him when he was the
senior class president and Eduardo always wished that she was
beneath him physically.

Stacey was a devoted Christian back in high school
and held off for marriage. Bringing each other to a sizzling stage,
but the girl would never fully succumb. Eduardo was always left
limited and frustrated from Stacey not giving him what he really
wanted; so by being young, he broke it off immediately to go and
search for a girl who would. He vowed that he would never allow
another female to yank the reigns of convictions like this girl
once did. He knew he had broken her heart; several of her friends
at school would corner him and deliver him letters that she had
written. Inside, Stacey had poured her heart out and confessed that
she was a virgin and that God had wanted her to wait to give her
husband her virginity. She let him know that she was in love with
him and if he wanted her to wait, she promised she would never
allow another boy to touch her ever again until they were married.
Good God, she was willing to
save
herself for him? Eduardo
was just a kid, barely eighteen and didn’t want to hold that kind
of responsibility; didn’t want to know he had that kind of control.
He cut it off immediately and found a cheap girlfriend and Stacey
left school a couple of months later, claiming to further her
education at a Christian school up in Northern California.

Stacey Somers at present hadn’t changed much; petite
curvy figure with natural platinum blond hair, sparkling cobalt
eyes with wet lips begging to be kissed. He was not only shocked to
see her walk in; she had taken his very breath away…and that hadn’t
happened to him in a very long time.

Stacey froze within seeing him.
Eduardo
Sanchez?
She hadn’t seen him in over twenty years! Oh why
didn’t anyone tell her he was employed at the firm? She heard
through the grapevine that he was some powerful high-priced defense
attorney working on the Westside, but she never believed he’d be an
associate at the firm she just got hired at! Eduardo was still
handsome as ever as she felt her heart drop down to the pit of her
stomach. He still had those penetrating green eyes, followed by
that heavenly sculpted face of his. She remembered she fell in love
with the good-looking boy back in high school, but now, she could
really
fall head over heels for the attractive successful
man. His prominence, his sophistication and his elegance tied
together with his irrefutable sex appeal was a lethal combination.
Just knowing that he was once interested in her made the test all
the more worthwhile.

Stacey tried to contain herself from being so pleased
within finding her seat across from him and smiled internally and
thanked the Lord for giving her a second chance to win him back.
They were high school sweethearts, she had recalled and very much
in love, so she thought. She had lost to his presidency back in
high school and didn’t really know of him until she had to report
for student council. Their initial meeting was transfixing, in that
she had never felt such motivation from anyone before. They lit off
sparks; she had called to mind, both mentally and physically. He
wasted no time and asked her to go steady and she didn’t hesitate,
she said yes. Their chemistry was electric; every look from him was
a passionate one and every touch, just as stimulating. Studying in
her bedroom and breaking off to kiss each other on top of her bed,
always holding hands, fondling each other everywhere, walking her
to her class, making out at her locker, taking her out to lunch,
driving her down to the coast, going to the beach, kissing, petting
and getting each other hot, hot and
hot
. Eduardo would
always ask her to take off her bra and the one and only time she
had obliged him, she felt as if she could have given her virginity
away. She nearly did, his lips and tongue alone on her bare breasts
felt
too
good and it took every ounce of willpower she had
left to push his steamy body away. God, she really, really loved
him back then and she really, really wanted to have sex with him,
but she had made an oath to God to remain a virgin until her
wedding night.

And her wedding night wasn’t so magical; in fact,
Eduardo Sanchez left an embedded image that all men would be just
like him and her husband was often drunk, sloppy and selfish and
she had to settle for his mediocre love-making and ten years of
second-rate affection until his untimely death. She had been a
lonely widow for the past two years, full of false optimism and
crummy one-night stands, searching for something better until today
when she felt as if she just walked into the den of hope.

“How are you?”

Stacey couldn’t help but beam, “Fine, how are
you?”

“I’m good, great in fact.”

Stacey continued to smile, “I didn’t know you were an
associate here.”

“I didn’t know they hired you; didn’t put two and two
together that Stacey
Somers
could be Stacey
Mitchell
.”

“Yah, married right out of college, to a medical
student in fact. But I’m a widow now...are you married?” She asked
looking at the ring on his finger confirming that yes; indeed he
had tied the knot.

“Yes.”

“Happy?” Now why did she just ask that?

Eduardo hesitated. His heart was pounding
uncontrollably. Stacey was beginning to affect him the way Amber
used to—he had to get it under control. He was
so
happy to
see her and couldn’t understand why, “Very happy.”

“Too bad,” Stacey replied.

Too bad?
Good God, he was in definite trouble.
Knowing women as well as he did, he knew at once that Stacey
Mitchell wanted him; unreal. All those years ago, she could have
had him, now she’s lonely and opened herself up for accessibility
when he’s no longer obtainable? “So I see from your resume you
graduated from Yale,” he affirmed, changing the subject.

“I heard you graduated from Harvard?” Stacey flirted
back, giving him a gamine smile.

Eduardo straightened up in his chair. Her sapphire
eyes entranced him. “Harvard-Yale, the great rivalry,” he quipped,
crossing his arms across his chest.

Stacey let go a cute little laugh then flipped back
her blond hair away from her shoulders. “We’re not going to break
out in a boxing match now are we?”

And Eduardo watched her attentively as she tossed
back those blond locks. Tossing hair to one’s side indicated to him
that a female was interested in him. Eduardo knew now that he was
in so much trouble. He liked the cat and mouse game; and missed it
just as much. “That all depends,” he let go, his voice deepening
with every syllable.

“On what?” She asked in her own seductive timbre.

Eduardo’s sexuality overwhelmed him all at once, “On
you yielding.”

Stacey’s mouth dropped open wide as she gazed away,
pretending to look somewhere else. Blushing profusely, she tried to
calm herself down. How does he do that? His overpowering magnetism
pulled her in, inch by every satisfying inch, simply conversing
with him, she wanted to throw herself onto his desk and kiss that
sensuous mouth of his. “Us Yale grads never surrender,” Stacey
presented, calm as ever, “Especially to Harvard grads.”

“Good,” Eduardo asserted, back to business. “Because
Aldridge & Watson needs a first-class contract’s associate and
by the rest of your resume, I see you have nothing but agreement
experience.”

Stacey couldn’t stop staring at him, Eduardo seemed
unresponsive to her usual glamour. His wife must be some looker to
have him bound so tight. But then she realized something else, as
she allowed him more of a view of her silky thighs by crossing her
legs;
oh yes
, Eduardo was still a healthy man. Stacey
couldn’t help but notice Eduardo as he brought his eyes down to her
legs to take a peek at her shapely limbs.
Oh hell yes
,
Eduardo Sanchez was still a red-blooded vigorous male who was used
to getting what he desired; anything that he
so
desired.

*****

Although he tried, it didn’t matter. Philip Aldridge
threw Stacey and Eduardo together every chance he got. Eduardo was
working on a settlement agreement, Stacey was asked to join.
Eduardo had a mediation conference; Stacey was asked to sit in.
Wherever he went, she was suddenly there. Enticing him, reminding
him of the times she used to fend his body off. Those terrible
teenage years—when he gave her eleven months of his full attention;
dates on the beach, movies and dinners, dancing, alone with her in
the back seat of his car. Making out, rolling around on the leather
interior until blisters would appear from the friction against his
pants. So near to bringing Stacey to surrender but she
still
would manage to push his fervent body away.

Was he simply curious? He certainly wasn’t
interested. But why was Stacey rapidly consuming all of his
thoughts? Was it the chase? The thrill of the hunt? She made him
turn his head that was it. He was stone when it came to work; he
was focused, engrossed—now he was nothing short of sidetracked!
Stacey was his equal in intelligence and he suddenly found himself
admiring her. She was not only stunning, she was self-assured and
exuded confidence and he hadn’t been this engrossed since…he had to
keep reminding himself that there was once a woman who distracted
him to
tears
. Good God, how he loved that woman! His son’s
mother...Amber.