Unsuitable Obsession - Part One (26 page)

“Obviously,” Amber spat out slamming the door behind
her.

Eduardo ran around his desk leaving Jackie
dumb-founded. He noticed Amber practically running down the hallway
and began running after her. “I need to speak to you,” he gruffly
voiced, reaching up to her and grabbing her forearm from
behind.

Amber yanked away from his grip causing a sight
(
yet again
) in front of the Assistant quad. The twosome
center stage, the Assistants were at the edge of their seats with
anticipation. “Then just spit out what you have to say and end it
already,” Amber voiced loudly, making sure to raise a plucked
eyebrow or two.

Eduardo wasn’t going to play her childish game when
he knew full well he was innocent, but trying to convince her
otherwise? “Not here,” he replied, gazing around them. He grabbed
her arm again and dragged her down the hallway and out the suite
entrance.

Amber jerked away from his grip and dashed to the
elevator fast, pressing the ‘downward’ button relentlessly. She
crossed her arms and waited for its slow expectation.

“What’s wrong with you?” Eduardo demanded,
encircling her.

“I knew you couldn’t be trusted!” Amber hollered,
turning to look at him fully. “How can I trust a tiger that won’t
change his spots?”

Eduardo guffawed; it was so ridiculous, endearing
the way the veins in her neck started to project. “It’s
stripes.”

“You condescending asshole!” Amber vehemently
voiced, raising her hand in the air towards his cheek wanting to
slap that patronizing smirk off his fucking face.

Eduardo held her arm firmly back. “My-my...where’s
this all coming from dear?”

“I’m not your
‘
dear’!” Amber
yelled back at him, looking at the elevator finally open. She
walked in—Eduardo snatched her body back.

“We’re not finished here!” He exclaimed, pushing her
body practically into the elevator wall on the opposite side.

“Keep your filthy hands off me,” Amber protested,
trying to push his tight clasp away from her shoulders, “I don’t
want you ever touching me again!”

If he didn’t desire her in the worst kind of way, he
would have given her what she demanded. To walk away, end it.
Normally, when a woman threw accusations like
that
at him,
he was guilty as charged; he would leave with no reservations. But
when he wasn’t accountable (and this was Amber) he wanted further
from her than he ever realized. “You look absolutely enticing by
the way,” he scoffed, both hands still pressing her against the
wall.

“Fuck you,” Amber fumed, “Let me go you arrogant
asshole.”

Eduardo did release her and waived both hands in the
air in surrender, Amber’s expression showed fury, but her body
spoke serenity. “Meet me at
The Rose Motel & Gardens
after work.”

Amber’s mouth flew open wide. “You’re a conceited
bastard, you know that? If you think for one moment that I’d meet
you after that answerable display then you’re sadly mistaken!”

Eduardo watched Amber storm away and back to the
office when he yelled back at her, “Room ten.”

Amber got back to her desk. The nerve! Good Lord,
she had never felt that much distrust in all her life!

What was it this
passion?
It made you feel
sensations of the worst kind when the one you love was touching
someone else. Amber was being controlled by emotion and fervor in
full bloom. Passion was what possessed her now; it was all she
could think of, want. She often read books about a character being
controlled by his or her
passion
and wondered what the heck
that felt like.
She shot her husband in a fit of rage
...what
the heck was that all about?
He was so enraged by the sight of
seeing his wife with another man; he grabbed the scarf and choked
her to death
...huh? Explain that one to her!
She stabbed her
husband 106 times
…106 times? What, the first twenty didn’t cut
it? What emotion controlled such rage? She never felt that
sensation before. She was passionless for the first ten years of
her marriage to Victor and now she was being utterly controlled by
the outbreak she had with his brother.

Tears swelled her eyes when she spotted Eduardo
exiting the office with his briefcase in his hand. Amber needed to
resolve this and solve it now. She ambled over to Jackie and threw
her files on top of her desk in a loud thud.

“What the—” Jackie shockingly exclaimed looking up
at Amber bewildered.

“Stay away from him.”

Jackie was dumb-founded, “Stay away from whom?”

“Eduardo,” Amber said, realizing that she was acting
like a raving jealous bitch.

Jackie obviously mistook her suspicion for simple
sister-in-law protectiveness and said, “He’s my boss Amber. And
besides, he’s not even my type.”

Amber stood back. “If that’s the truth, then why did
I just find you two a few minutes ago looking guilty as sin?”

Jackie started to smile. “Oh gee Amber that was
nothing. I flicked my pen by mistake and went over by his desk to
retrieve it. My, but you’re touchy lately. He’s married for crying
out loud and I would never, like I said before, he’s not even my
type. But, if it were Gordon—”

Amber didn’t even stop to hear the rest of her silly
infatuation with Gordon Dagget and ran down the hallway towards her
desk to shut her computer down. It was nearing five o’clock and she
had to get to the motel room quick.

With his arms crossed, legs crossed, Eduardo smiled
a rakish daring grin. Amber closed the door and began to unbutton
her blouse.

“Does this mean you’re no longer irritated?” He
teased bringing down his eyes as Amber unhooked her bra.

“Shush,” she whispered, ripping off his shirt,
buttons darting all over the place.

“You just ripped a hundred dollar shirt, dear.”

“Then it’s a good thing you keep others in your car,
asshole.”

They make love at a hasty velocity. Amber sought his
body further than she ever wanted him before and took control.
Eduardo was besieged, he’d never seen her so intense. She did
everything imaginable to appease him—Eduardo was in sexual
heaven.

Eduardo was still breathing heavily when he
exclaimed, “What got into you?”

Amber came up for air from beneath the sheets and
from between his legs. “Don’t tell me you oppose?” She giggled.

Eduardo laid his head back down on the bed. “No, I
rather like it, someone dominating me.”

Amber laid her body over his and wrapped her arms
around his shoulders laying her head on his muscled chest. “No one,
huh? Not even Leticia?” Good Lord, she did it again! Amber closed
her eyes in disbelief. What was so intriguing anyhow? What did she
want to know? When was she ever going to learn? She knew what came
next, Eduardo was going to be livid.

Eduardo sat up, “Amber why do you continue to do
that?” And then shot out of bed. “You know this is not about them.
Leave them out of this.” He yanked his pants off the floor, got
dressed enraged.

What the hell just happened? She was sizzling one
minute, freezing the next. Amber brought the sheet up over her
breasts and searched for her clothes, slowly picking them up off
the floor. She was suddenly ashamed of what she was doing. What
was
she doing? “I will when you tell me what
this
is.”

Eduardo ran his fingers through his hair. Good God,
wasn’t it obvious? “What do you want from me? What the hell do you
want me to say?” He asked transforming into attorney-mode. “When we
come here it’s all about us—you and me—and never them, you’re mine
the moment you walk through that door and I’m yours the moment I
see you.”

Amber’s hands were shaking beyond control, she was
even about to throw up. “I’m sorry Eduardo; I’ll try not to do it
again.”

Eduardo let go a quick laugh, “I’m spoiled,
remember? I just want your full attention.”

And what exactly does she want? Amber wanted to know
how he felt without talking in circles, that’s what! She wanted his
devotion and his total attention too. He must care for her in some
way, she could feel it in the way he kissed her, made love to her.
Good Lord, or was that how he normally made love to all his women?
She suddenly got sick to her stomach, brought her hand up over her
mouth. “But you have mine...”

Eduardo was back in his pants, shirt and tie within
seconds. What the hell was he doing, being so standoffish? This
woman meant everything to him! What was the great mystery anyhow?
Why was he still acting like the old self-centered fool when Amber
is whom he’s hungered for? “Amber...I need to say something. Can
you sit down?”

Tears swelled in her eyes immediately, it was his
goodbye; she could sense the magnitude in his green eyes. Amber sat
down on the bed and wrapped her arms around her stomach. “Just go
ahead...go ahead and say it.” She knew this day was going to
happen, she just wished she were better prepared for it. Eduardo
had his fill, she even went overboard today and showed him too much
of her excitement by pleasuring him so.

Eduardo stepped into her…fell to his
knees
…
and laid his head forward on her lap, wrapping
his arms in stages around her waist. Amber was so startled by his
reaction, her arms went wide, she didn’t know what else to do but
downcast her hands on top of his head.

“God Amber you drive me to distraction,” he said
with a long pause. “...I live to make you laugh—see you smile. I
love making love to you…watch your eyes light up the moment I’m
inside. I love when you bite down on that lower lip of yours, makes
me want to kiss you all day long…You’re so beautiful; I want to
give you so much more than I’m able to. I can’t bear the thought of
ever losing you; I’ve never cared so much about another person
before. I’m in love with you Amber.”

He actually declared it, but her doubt still
remained. Deep down she wanted to believe him, she really did, but
Amber couldn’t get passed the thought of him probably saying ‘I
love you’ to every woman he’s ever been with, what made her so
special? She wasn’t worthy. He could probably proclaim it a
thousand times and she’d never believe it. Amber’s emancipated sobs
were for her own benefit not his affirmation. “I’ve always loved
you,” she confessed, kissing the top of his head still insecure.
Amber brought his body up to hers and wrapped her arms around his
neck, pulling his body close, no, intimately into hers to melt
within his hollows.

Revelations

“Tell me about the women in your life,” Amber asked,
lying on Eduardo’s naked chest.

“What women?” He laughed, trying to avoid the
apprehensive subject.

Amber smiled, “I want to know more about you, who
you’ve loved, broke your heart, secrets like that.”

Eduardo ran his hands down her back to the curve of
her waistline then up and around to the tip of her bare
buttocks.

They were on a lunch break, in Room 10 at
The
Rose Motel & Gardens
. Just little under an hour was all
they had to share with one another and they wasted no time. Clothes
were thrown all over the place; shoes kicked up on the sink in the
bathroom and a tie thrown over a lampshade.

“You go first,” Eduardo teased, kissing the top of
her head. “What kind of secrets are you holding in?”

“I had an abortion once,” Amber quietly expressed,
running her finger across Eduardo’s chiseled jowl.

“You did?” He asked surprised then dismal for her,
“I’m sorry.”

“It was awful,” Amber quietly voiced, “So much
happened in that day alone.”

Eduardo quickly gazed at her serious face.
“What?”

“During the operation the doctors found something
wrong with my uterus. Sad to say, the kids were conceived with
hormones. I’m having a hysterectomy next year,” Amber confessed,
viewing Eduardo’s stern appearance melt into relief.

“Wow…I never know that.”

“Now you do.”

“I wish I could be there with you. You know, at the
hospital when you wake up from surgery?”

Amber thought about it, “Me too. Now tell me
something about you.”

Eduardo gazed up at the ceiling and continued to
caress Amber’s hair with the arm he had curved around her body. How
does he lighten up this dreary conversation? “Contrary to popular
belief I haven’t been with a thousand women,” he said in jest,
making her snicker. “Never been in love until now, no one’s ever
broken my heart and I’m the one who invented casual intimacy.”

“No way, I’m shocked.”

Eduardo kissed her forehead again, “Let me tell you
how it’s done. After the temporary moment of satisfaction fades,
you feel emptied and isolated...compelled to search for the
compensation over and again.”

Amber noted he was serious. “Same like me,” she
added, “I was always trying to find love. I equated sex with love.
I was pretty promiscuous before I met—well
before
. You’re
not mad that I slept around?”

“Why should I be when I was the same way,” he
chuckled, scooping Amber’s body into his.

Amber laughed inwardly, “Yah, having been so
selective.”

Eduardo let out a hoot, “You remember that?”

“Of course, I’ll never forget that day. That’s the
day when I realized...” Amber shut her eyes, refrained from
becoming melancholy.

“Realized what?” Eduardo asked anxious.

“That I had to have you...”

Eduardo brought her in closer, his body heated by
merely touching hers. “We had to have each other Amber.”

“Eduardo?”

“Yes?”

“I wish we could have had a baby,” Amber whispered
now, holding back tears.

Eduardo rubbed Amber’s shoulders and kissed her
forehead. “Me too,” he expressed holding back his own.

“I wonder what he’d look like,” Amber confessed,
continuing to run her hands up his chest.