Unsuitable Obsession - Part One (19 page)

Eduardo’s guilty conscious overwhelmed him. “Yah,
well...it was time, don’t you think?”

“Yah,” Victor agreed, wiping off his mouth with a
napkin. “Just thought you’d be a skirt chaser for the rest of your
life!”

Eduardo didn’t think it was funny and actually
thought it was demeaning of him to think so. “I think you were
talking about taking a vacation before?”

“Yah...Amber and I were talking the other night and
want to get away, just the two of us. I thought it would be fun if
you and Leticia would come along. Maybe we could get Mama to watch
the kids and take off to Vegas or something? Whadda say?”

Eduardo’s serious expression dropped to a scowl.
First of all, that remark about
‘just the two of us’
sent
him raving into another dimension, just proved to him further that
Amber wasn’t deliberating their chemistry nearly as much as he was.
Secondly, he’d rather sit on Judge Monroe’s lap sucking a lollipop
than continually watch Victor and Amber embrace again. Thirdly, and
most definitely last, display his lack of attraction towards his
wife
and
pretend to be deliriously happy with Leticia when
he knew that he wasn’t? No thank you!
Good God, Vegas?
Possibly share a room with the two? Maybe even get an eyeful of
Amber bra-less once more under silk pajamas?

“Eduardo?”

Eduardo blinked back from another fantasy.
“Huh?”

“I asked you if you wanted to take a vacation with
us, nothing long and drown-out, only a couple of days.”

“I’m not sure Victor,” Eduardo stated, looking down
at his wrist watch, “I’ll have my Assistant check my calendar and
let you know soon.”

“Yah—no hurry, just mention it to Amber when you see
her at work later, let me know.”

Eduardo took in his little brother’s faith in him.
It was so difficult not to exploit his desire for his wife. “I
will.” He barely got out and rose from his chair.

Victor went to shake his brother’s hand but pulled
in closer instead to give Eduardo a short fond squeeze. “Give Amber
a peck for me, huh? Tell her I’ll see her later. Hey, thanks for
lunch, we should do this more often!” Victor exclaimed on his way
out the entrance.

Eduardo froze watching his little brother exit
unaware of his devious intentions. Give Amber another
kiss?
He meant too and soon. Not coming into contact with her was driving
him nuts. He sighed when he remembered what he’d said to Victor
just a few seconds ago.
He’d grown up,
became this faithful
husband unwavering physically, but by no means mentally. Each night
since meeting that raven enchantress, he’s thought of nothing else
significant but how to find the opportunity to penetrate her.

Measuring Too Close

One night Amber had an erotic dream about her
brother-in-law; it was so intense, she woke up wanting more,
leaving her impassioned and she practically attacked Victor in his
sleep, forcing him to make love to her, which he did. She was
grateful for the satisfaction, but it still left a void.

Amber was totally infatuated with Eduardo now.
Fantasizing about him constantly she was besieged by his effect on
her. That kiss practically ate her alive. She was constantly in a
haze, a daze, spinning out of control. She never met a man who
simply loved to kiss. Kisses that started off slow then rose to
elevated degrees, concentrated kisses that were measured and full
of delight.

Amber’s first kiss was when she was fourteen. Even
though it was a dare, Amber still counted it as her first real
kiss. The boy kept a hand on her bottom the whole time. He was
sloppy with bad-breath, but she’ll never forget those first initial
feelings of awareness, her body twitching with glee, that ‘kissing’
went hand-in-hand with sensations felt elsewhere. After her first
kiss there were plenty of others and after her breasts formed, boys
took to her like a moth to a flame. If they could get to first
base, then they could easily get to second? Right? She was just
Trailer Trash anyways. French kissing, sloppy wet kisses,
close-mouthed kisses, feathered kisses; nothing compared to what
she felt with this
last
kiss. Heaven help her now that she
had experienced
the
unsurpassed kiss she would ever come
across. He grabbed the back of her neck, arched her head up with
his grip so that he could maintain control. His lips, so velvety
soft, kissed her passionately, with affection, wonder and interest
combined. His mouth slowly opened, impulsively she unrestricted
hers. His tongue moved sensuously around the exterior of hers,
lunging and binding in a wondrous waltz. She has no memory of
moaning in his mouth, but she recalled it now. Good Lord, she never
encountered a feeling so rhythmical, so experienced and
unconditionally marvelous! Instantaneously, her breasts ached for
his touch and the fire between her legs throbbed to be
extinguished. Completely under his spell now, anything he desired
was his for the taking. She not only found him irresistible, but
knowing the flavor of him affected Amber in such a way as to pine
further contact.

At work, she would have to stop and catch her
breath. She would be typing some brief, and then suddenly, her
train of thought would escape to a daydream about Eduardo. Amber
made an internal arrangement with herself that if she didn’t flirt,
or didn’t act on her preoccupation with her brother-in-law, then
she was allowed to cheat with him in her dreams. It was a good
treaty, don’t you think? Eduardo was safe to think about in
fantasy, but she wasn’t allowed to follow-through with the actual
sin. Or was that a sin too?

It was difficult to work with him actually. Just
knowing he was somewhere in the vast ocean of private doors on the
same floor as she was nerve-wracking as hell. The Century City
office was on the 25
^th
floor of the Bank of America
building on Avenue of the Stars and Amber was suddenly tossed in
with all the big boys and their authority hungry secretaries. And
you couldn’t call them “secretaries” anymore, oh no, they were
appointed titles like, “Lead Legal Assistant”, or “Executive Legal
Assistant”, or Amber liked this one the best, “Executive III Lead
Legal Assistant.” She was considered a floater (title= “Pee-On”),
latching onto whatever case needed an extra hand. But she didn’t
mind really, it gave her more time to escape in thought and brought
her a steady paycheck. And, she was closer to Eduardo…who, by the
way—was off mitigating a case downtown, thank God, otherwise, she
wouldn’t have been able to even type a single word much less finish
a trial brief.

There were fifteen legal secretaries
Assistants
in the office, fifteen power striving
temperamental hormonal bitchy females, always griping about one
thing or the other: excessive e-mail, file space, clerk wars and
one office manager from hell. Never mind about teamwork, every
Assistant was out for number one. Catfights were a daily occurrence
at Aldridge & Watson, arguments so immense it would shape the
entire staff, and Amber couldn’t believe all the idle-gossip that
passed through the halls at the law firm so liberally. One of the
Legal Assistants was sleeping with two of the Attorneys and all
three were OK with it. Who just filed for bankruptcy; whose
husband/wife/child was in rehab; who just suffered a miscarriage;
and, who might be pregnant, the chatter went on and on, and talk
about the change in scenery! Over the hill, in the San Fernando
Valley (where she used to work), workers were pretty much laid back
and informal, while across the posh neighborhood of Beverly Hills,
Century City mostly consisted of the material conscious work force
and men and women alike wore Prada. You had to be seen driving a
BMW, Mercedes or Lexus, and if you were doing really well, a
convertible Beemer (BMW), Mercedes or Rolls Royce. Everyone had to
own a million-dollar home or be renovating one and your children
went to private schools, the institutions that made you linger
years and years on a “waiting list” with a panel of judges.

Before she got there, Eduardo was the hot topic of
the past several years. His maverick outer appearance was
uncustomary for a Westside legal defender, let alone a Harvard Law
School grad. Eduardo A. Sanchez, Esq. presented himself as a class
act, the dutiful worker and the unwavering ant. He mostly kept to
himself while in the office, never offering information about his
home life, or personal, he was aloof, mysterious, and the
Assistants all wished he’d give them more time than just a passing
greeting to be honest. He was the center of attention way before
Amber walked through that door, and with Amber joining the typing
pool, everyone plunged into being envious of Amber and her close
proximity to the great Attorney at Law. She was considered the
enemy as of late and the ladies oftentimes showed their resentment
towards Amber by ignoring her. Amber was talked about constantly
behind her back. She was placed on a platform for all the
Assistants to take pot shots at. It was unbearable until one
afternoon Amber decided that enough was enough and she began to
play their little game, deciding to offer little tidbits of private
information about Eduardo so the witches would leave her alone. She
informed them of how Eduardo looked in shorts, shirtless and even
in a Speedo.
That
little bit of information sent the
Assistants into a tizzy!

Amber was at her desk, searching for a file when she
spotted Eduardo making an entrance in the corner of her eye. His
office was down the hall to the right (usually out of viewing
distance from her desk) but suddenly he was there, walking towards
the Assistant quad.

Amber didn’t dare glance up at him; looking up at
him would make it obvious to the other ladies that she was just as
interested in him as they were. No, she had to make sure she was
still impartial, couldn’t care less.

Turned out, Eduardo was heading towards his Personal
Assistant, (oh yeah, there’s another title) Jackie Medina. Amber
didn’t like Jackie simply because she reminded her too much of
Leticia. Jackie was Hispanic as well and young; a tasteful, pretty
well dressed woman with short-feathered brunette hair and dark
eyes. Jackie was chosen as the lucky one who took dictation and sat
in meetings alongside Eduardo. Yes, Amber hated Jackie, and when
Eduardo talked with Jackie, Amber fumed with jealousy.

“Jackie, where’s that London file? I can’t seem to
find it.”

Jackie stood up, walked over to the filing cabinet
and began searching the cabinets ‘K through M’. Meanwhile, Eduardo
stood there in between four other Assistants (who by the way
stopped their typing). Eduardo’s presence center stage made
everyone tense, including Amber. But Amber tried to contain her
enthusiasm for his intimacy and pretended to scroll for a file on
her computer already bouncing away on screensaver mode.

Eduardo sauntered over to Amber’s desk and knocked
on the side with a greeting. “What’cha working on?” He asked,
focusing on her monitor not her body.

“Dawson versus August Executives, that sexual
harassment case that Doug is working on.”

“Oh,” Eduardo concluded letting go a sigh.

On dangerous ground, Amber scanned him quickly.
Wearing no jacket; a royal blue silk shirt with argyle tie blasted
back at her. He looked marvelous, he smelled amazing and that
overwhelming sensation of grabbing that yoke and greeting his
tongue took over her reason.

They didn’t need conversation to know what the other
was thinking. Their bodies spoke volumes. Amber was apprehensive,
fidgety with anticipation. Eduardo was agitated, holding himself
back from snatching her again.

“Here it is,” Jackie exclaimed, breaking the
unbearable silence and desperate chemistry of the moment.

“Thanks,” Eduardo gave to her. He reached out for
the folder and then walked away, ignoring Amber on purpose.

Amber watched him as he sauntered out of view.

“God, he looks especially yummy today,” she heard
one of the Legal Assistants assert.

Amber continued to gape in the direction of where
Eduardo left when two of the Assistants cast her way. Amber
realized they were staring at her. “What?” Amber asked openly.

“Don’t tell me you don’t find him the least bit
attractive,” Dolores asked probing. In her mid-thirties, Dolores
was a divorced mother of two.

Amber gulped. “Guilty,” she maintained, holding out
her palm.

“His wife is one lucky woman, what’s her name
again?”

Amber continued to stare down the hallway.
“Amber—no, Leticia!”

Dolores started to hoot. “That’s right, Leticia,
what a beautiful name, she’s probably drop dead gorgeous too.”

Amber gazed at Dolores. “And very sweet,” she
added.

“Such a shame he’s still not single. That man exudes
so much sex appeal he should be able to give us all a sample.”

Amber started chuckling, “Not when you’ve seen him
when he first wakes up, and believe me, he doesn’t look so hot.”
Which was a downright lie and recalled her camping trip a few years
back. Eduardo hated camping and didn’t sleep a wink. There was no
electricity in the bathrooms so his usual sleek hair was always
mussed up and never bothered to comb it. He only brushed his teeth
and avoided shaving all together. He was all scruffy and untidy,
but he was still the most handsome man she had ever seen! Instead
of being this fashionable attorney, Eduardo turned into laid-back
mountaineer man. Unbelievable that he could still hold quality in
both margins.

Amber bore down the hallway again. No Eduardo. Her
heart dropped.
Oh how do I get him back here? Should I go to his
office and bother him? What could I say? Could I ask for help on
this case I’m working on, the sexual harassment one? Would he want
to be involved? Would Doug care, get mad? Oh God, what do I do?
What am I doing? Good Lord, what am I doing…This is crazy,
insane…stop it Amber, stop it! Quit thinking about him so
much…about that kiss the other day…oh God, why did he kiss me? And
I’m such an idiot, I grabbed him back, you fool! Oh God I love the
way he kisses…do I tell the girls THAT? Do I tell them that when he
kisses you, it’s so erotic you can’t think of anything else but how
to get him to hurry up and fuck you? Do I tell them that TOO? Good
Lord this isn’t funny…Oh God this is terrible, absolutely
appalling…Oh God help me, what do I do?…What the hell am I doing?
Oh Amber, you fool; what have you done? Oh God I want him so much.
Oh God help me. Help me out of this, what do I do?