Unsuitable Obsession - Part One (27 page)

He backed away from her and lay on his side,
cropping his elbow on the bed and holding his face up with his
hand. “He?” He said to her surprisingly.

“Yes, he,” Amber quipped at him, still running her
fingers down his chest. Good Lord! He looked absolutely adorable in
that lazy pose! His green eyes leered down at her nakedness; she
felt the urge to devour him once again.

“I always wanted a son,” he expressed, brushing back
hair away from her eyes. He then grabbed her waist and sat her body
over his torso. His lips dart in towards her barely covered
breasts. Amber took hold of his head and ran her fingers through
his hair. “I’d name him something wild like Moseley or Peyton,” she
expressed, throwing her head back, enjoying Eduardo’s pleasurable
tongue around her skin.

“Peyton?” Eduardo let out, pulling away for air,
“That’s silly; my boy is going to have an ethic name like, Enrique
or Carlito.”

Amber snorted, “He’d look like me of course; Lord
knows we don’t need another little Eduardo running around.”

Eduardo continued licking her erected nipple. “I’m
one of a kind, and he’d have your eyes.”

“Yes,” Amber consented, “A combination of our
hair...and incredibly delicious caramel toned skin.” With saying
that, she lifted up his face and presented him with a light lick on
his lips.

Eduardo gently yanked at the back of her hair and
controlled her kiss while desire washed over him already rising for
her. She responded to him instantaneously, opening up her mouth
wide to receive and appreciate all he had to offer. He lifted up
her hips and glided her down on his manhood, continually running
his heated kisses alongside her neck while he did so. “Good God,”
he revealed in a coarse voice, “I would have loved to try to get
you pregnant.”

“I bet you would,” she optioned, trying to catch her
breath.

Their bodies move at a fast pace, uncontrollable and
devoted to one another. They reach climax in chorus, both panting
rigorously from exhilaration when the phone rings.

THE PHONE RINGS?!

Eduardo froze and so did Amber.

“What the fuck?” Eduardo stated, rolling away from
the heated encounter. “Who the hell knows we’re here?”

Amber was frightened as well and reached for her bra
and underwear off the floor quickly. Who knows about them? Good
Lord! Could it be Victor? Leticia? “You don’t suppose...”

“Don’t even think of it,” Eduardo angrily
maintained. He pulled up his boxers and hovered over the phone
still ringing and ringing. “Maybe it’s a wrong number...Shit,
there’s gotta be at least five other cars at this dive.”

“I know Eduardo, but what if it’s them? What if
Leticia or Victor found out about us and are calling to catch us in
the act?” Amber gazed over at the clock; they had fifteen more
minutes until they had to get back to the office. With
mid-afternoon Sunset Boulevard traffic it would be virtually
impossible.

“What the hell? I can’t believe this.”

The phone continued to buzz. “Somebody definitely
wants to talk to us. They wouldn’t wait for the phone to ring for
that long! They’re obviously waiting for us to answer the damn
thing!” Amber got dressed in a hurry and was back in her Anne Klein
dress she bought on sale at Macy’s within ten seconds flat. “Are
you going to answer it?”

“Hell no—are you?”

“What if they knew we were here?”

“Don’t get delirious Amber...
no one
knows
we’re here,” Eduardo declared, pulling his trousers up over his
hips.

The ringing stopped.

They halt.

Finally the end.

But was it?

The thought and realization that their spouses,
co-workers,
anyone
could find out about them created fear of
getting caught.

“Did that call hurt you as much as it did me?”

“More so I imagine,” he avowed, looping back his
belt.

The alarm clock then began to ring.

Eduardo and Amber both
jump.

Amber walked over to shut the sound off. “Oh my God
Eduardo, what would you do if this got out?” She asked
honestly.

“Now is not the time,” he rapidly shoots back at
her.

Amber guessed he was right. She’ll think about the
consequences another time, right now she had to fix her hair, apply
rouge to her cheeks.

The mood changed instantly from mass hysteria down
to a comfortable afternoon. Eduardo grabbed his tie that hung from
the lampshade, wrapped it back around his open-faced collar while
Amber walked over to aid him to make the knot straight. He gazed
down at his beloved for a moment and grabbed her hands while she
tried to drag away. They embraced and hugged each other tightly,
closing their eyes at the same time, thinking about what just
happened—or could have.

“We have to go back,” Amber sadly declared.

“I don’t want to,” Eduardo conveyed, running his
hand through her hair another time.

“We have less than ten minutes,” Amber
whispered.

“So we’ll be late getting back,” he murmured back to
her.

Amber pulled away, opened up her eyes. “I’ve got a
brief to type,” she said in an unfortunate tone.

“I’m glad to have you Amber,” Eduardo relayed,
blinking back into reality. But not quite, closing his eyes one
last time, he kissed her lightly on the lips. “I had fun today
dreaming with you,” he said, his head butting up against hers. “I
would have loved to have seen what our kids would have looked
like...If our situation were different.”

Guilt Kills

Amber nearly crashed into one of the walls when she
spotted Leticia walking through the reception door. She spotted
Amber through the glass window and gave a friendly wave.

Amber walked over to the reception area, “Leticia,
what’re you doing here?”

“Coming to see if you guys were free for lunch, are
you?” She asked with a drawing breath.

Amber couldn’t help but notice Leticia’s sexy
attire, she was wearing something low cut and her breasts were flat
and barely raised the fabric. “I’m free, I don’t know about Eduardo
though,” she gave to her, knowing perfectly well that they had
plans to go out to lunch together. Eduardo’s caseload was quiet for
a change and Amber was grateful for it.

Leticia walked passed Amber and straight towards
Eduardo’s closed door. She waited outside for a second and then
opened it up without knocking first. Amber followed her in.

Eduardo was in the middle of dictating on his
hand-held device, his Italian leather loafers were crossed on top
of his desk. Startled by Leticia and then swiftly Amber behind her,
he dropped the piece of equipment as if it were on fire. “Leticia!
What’re you doing here?”

“Came to see my loving husband, and my favorite
sister-in-law...ask you both out to lunch,” Leticia quickly
informed him.

Eduardo composed himself and eyed her clothes, “New
dress?”

“You like it?” She asked, twirling herself around,
thrusting her breasts out for viewing.

Eduardo couldn’t help but gawk. “It’s nice.”

Eduardo goes in for a hug while Amber stepped back
behind them embracing. She’s hurt, jealous isn’t the word for
it—she’s downright injured. Amber turned around and headed out the
door. She was in mid-hallway, about to scamper away, when she heard
Eduardo’s voice ringing through the passageway.

“Amber!”

The sense of urgency in his voice brought awareness
to the other Assistants who all looked up from what they were
doing.

He composed himself instantly and trotted down the
hallway, grabbing her forearm, forcing her into an empty office.
“Where you going?”

“She wants to have lunch with you, go ahead; I’ve
got work to finish anyhow,” she expressed, deeply, deeply
suffering.

Suddenly, and on cue, Leticia appeared behind them.
“Amber, what’s wrong? Com’on let’s have lunch, I’m not able to do
this very often, let’s go, whadda say?”

Amber looked deep into Eduardo’s eyes. He nodded
slightly. She raised an eyebrow. “OK, if you insist...”

They sat down at an outdoor café in the Century City
Plaza, Leticia wrapped in her new outfit, Amber wrapped in her
remorse. Eduardo, feeling uncomfortable himself, fiddled around
with the food on his plate. Leticia watched his every move like a
hawk. “Eddie honey, can you do me a favor and get me a Café Vanilla
Frappachino from Starbucks before I leave?”

Eduardo gazed over at the line for refreshments; it
was long, about ten people out. “Are you sure?”

Leticia let out a deep sigh, “I’m sure.”

Eduardo grunts and walked over to the line.

Amber watched him saunter away. Now alone,
face-to-face with Leticia she was truly dreading the moment. At the
Sanchez household at least she had relative reinforcements.

Leticia caught Amber’s eyes and her own filled with
water. “I think…I think Eddie’s having an affair,” she whimpered
softly, wiping away the tears that fell from her eyes.

Amber swallowed hard, “You do?”

“He’s been coming home late, later than usual. He
constantly has this mysterious look on his face, and once I thought
I smelled another woman’s perfume on his shirt.” Leticia tried to
contain herself but it was too late, the tears kept on flowing.

“Oh God Leticia, how could you tell?” Amber let out;
hoping and praying Leticia’s next words weren’t about them, about
her. What the hell were they thinking anyhow?

“He doesn’t want to touch me anymore,” Leticia
whispered. “Lately, he’s been too busy, too wound up, too tired to
make love.”

Amber held her hand. “We’ve been working hard on
this defamation case, we’re going back to court again, and we’re
trying to make a deadline.”

“Have you noticed anything unusual about him Amber?
I mean...has he been giving any special attention to any of the
Assistants?” Leticia asked, searching in Amber’s eyes for some sort
of proof.

Amber brought to mind the night they made love on
his desk, all those important documents flying in the air as soon
as their bodies reached the surface. “No—no, I haven’t noticed
anything different.”

“How come I don’t believe you?”

Amber almost expired at that moment—the conviction
stabbing at her heart, it was so strong; she felt she needed to
confess. Just then, she spotted Eduardo coming back towards them
with the iced coffee in his hand. Amber froze. Eduardo took note of
it. His head tilted for an odd second wondering what the heck was
going on.

Leticia noted Amber’s eyes and then stiffened up,
disguising herself wiping away her tears.

“What were you two girls talking about?” He asked
curious, sitting down.

Amber coughed away her humiliation and stood back
up, strolling away from the table. “I’ve got to head back to the
office, I forgot I have discovery to type. Thanks for lunch
Leticia,” she stated, abandoning them.

Amber rushed back into the suite with heated fury.
What the hell was she doing? Why did she feel so incredibly
dreadful about hurting Leticia? Lying and deceiving her just now.
It pierced her heart in the most horrible unimaginable throb. Amber
reached her desk and surveyed her files piled high on her desk, she
doesn’t want to work at the moment, couldn’t, can’t. She wanted to
throw up,
felt the need to and stood back up. Eyed in the
distance Eduardo entering through the suite’s doors. He immediately
spotted her, but was captured momentarily by another associate.
Eduardo looked impatient while talking to the other attorney and
Amber made her move and escaped but was suddenly cornered by
Jackie.

“Are you still working on that Howard file Amber? I
can’t seem to find it in our cabinet,” Jackie expressed, smiling as
she viewed Eduardo quickly approaching them, “Hey Eduardo, nice
lunch?”

Amber turned to face him; he was fuming with that
same rage mixed with jealousy. But he contained his anger for
Jackie though, disguised it so well, she didn’t know the
difference.

“Yah—thanks Jackie...you need me for something?”

Jackie took a few steps backward. On second thought,
maybe she did. “No…I...was just asking Amber if she had a file of
ours. The Howard files.”

“I have them,” Eduardo expressed to the quick.
“They’re under a pile of magazines I was gazing through, on the
right side of my credenza, you’ll find them there.”

Eduardo waits till Jackie disappears before he
noticed that Amber has left the conversation as well.
Damn
her!

He practically ran down the hallway, peeking through
doorways searching for Amber, his heart was racing, no, it was
about to jump out of his chest!

Amber was hiding in the copier room and began to
take out reams and reams of paper and opened up the copier to put
them in.

Eduardo reached her at last and slammed the door
behind them. “What the fuck was that all about?”

“You need to keep up appearances,” Amber related,
crossing her arms out in front of her. She wasn’t about to let him
bully her; she knew exactly how to handle him. A kiss on his lips
should do it.

“And who decided that!” He continued to yell.

“Me.”

“You?”

“Yes, me.”

“And what makes you think I want to be near her? I
see her every fuckin’ night! Isn’t that enough? She wouldn’t talk
to me after you left. What else is going on?”

“She thinks you’re having an affair,” Amber let out
finally.

“Did you tell her?” Eduardo asked, heart
pounding.

“No.”

“Are you gonna tell her?”

“No.”

Eduardo noticed the tears in Amber’s eyes and in a
flash, his anger halts. He wiped away a few from her face, “Then
what’s wrong then?”

Amber walked away from him, his body, and his gaze.
She knew him all too well to know what came next, they’d be at it
on the copier if she didn’t toddle away. “Do you still have sex
with her?”