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Excitement

Gerard Point of View

It was bad enough waking up the next morning with a huge erection thanks to Silvia and that searing kiss she had given me the day before. Reluctantly and angrily, that morning I masturbated in the shower to images of her intelligent mouth wrapped around me. I was still upset after cumming on the shower tiles because it was so irritating that she could simultaneously tease me, make me hard, and give me such a good orgasm.

When I got to the office, I found Ronny sitting on my desk telling me that he had to hire Silvia. It was like he couldn't escape her.

"Even if you offered her the job, she wouldn't accept it. The interview didn't go well and it's clear she doesn't want to work here."

Ronny stared at me for a while and then sat down in my chair, as if he planned to stay.

"I'm sure you didn't do anything to dissuade her from wanting the job."

"She doesn't fit here, Ronny. She would be the first to tell you. "It was still early, but I felt like I could use a drink.”

"She is artistic and creative, which is exactly what we need in this campaign”.

"There is no doubt that she is artistic, but her art is a different type of art than ours. This is marketing, Ronny. The boho style and free of it is not going to work in Europe.

His eyebrows knitted together.

"Her style”?

"She completely destroyed what we had already established for the line. She suggested a sort of Beach Boy surfer theme. I think she added jeans too, I don't know. All I know is that it's not what this campaign needs”. "I didn't mention the part where she suggested that the campaign we'd already started was boring or stale, nor the part where I worried that maybe she might be right. I could readjust the campaign on my own with the team we had and the new person we hired, which wouldn't be Silvia.

“Having an injection of new and different ideas could help,” Ronny said. "And you also has to learn to be open to what we need. It's called commitment, Gerard. Teamwork".

"I'm trying really hard not to mind you coming here and telling me how to do my damn job. If you like Silvia so much, hire her yourself."

"I'm not trying to force you, Gerard”.

I laughed mockingly.

"Really? Because that's exactly what it sounds like. Do you demand the same from Carter? And Noah? If anyone could use some pressure in this company, it's him. So why are you here?"

Ronny let out a long sigh.

"Silvia has the skills, she is intelligent, she is creative...

"And she is your wife's sister. I'm sure you can find another way to make your wife happy without dumping on her.

"Making Katy happy is a nice side benefit, but it's not the reason I'm pressuring you. We don't have much time and Silvia can do the job. "

I ran my hands over my face.

" We need this done soon, Gerard. You know we have little time. Surely you can find a way to bring her on board, even if it's just for this campaign."

"And what happens if she wants to stay and we continue arguing”?

Ronny raised an eyebrow.

"Do you really see her staying in a corporate company”?

"No, I didn't see it".

"The fact is that, even if I offers her the job, I doubt she will accept it. " I was sure of this.

"Well, you'll have to sweeten her deal with her.”

"What the fuck, Ronny? I can't force her to take a job she doesn't want. I couldn't work miracles and, if I was honest, I didn't want her here. Why was it that Silvia and my opinions on this didn't matter?"

"Perhaps you can offer something that will entice her to reconsider. I just ask you to try it. " He stood up.

"Before you ask if I interviewed her, well, I did," I said, standing up as well.

"We need this done, Gerard. Do it. Please. "He turned around and left my office. I wanted to quit my job and go riding a motorcycle with Noé. But, as much as it bothered me that Ronny acted like he was the boss of the world, I knew what he said was true. We were short on time and could use an injection of new ideas. Although I wouldn't admit it, Silvia had good skills and a marketing-oriented mind.

My whole body hurt when I picked up the phone to call Silvia. I prayed that she wouldn't answer, but after two rings, she answered.

"Are you calling to apologize to me, Gerard Hush?"

I don't know how I managed it, but I kept the few words I had in response from leaving my mouth.

"No, I called to see if you would meet with me.”

"No."

I wished I could accept that answer and hang up the phone, but I knew Ronny would fuck me up again if I let her go so soon.

"Let me treat you to a meal and say what I have to tell you."

"I'm not interested in what you have to say.”

I waited to see if she would hang up the phone, that way, I could blame her. But she didn't hang up.

"You don't, because you haven't listened to me yet. Let me invite you to lunch because I think she'll like you hear what I have to say. If not, goodbye, very good. There is nothing dangerous in that." I pinched the bridge of my nose, wishing the oncoming headache would go away”.

She was silent for a few seconds then she said:

"A free meal is always good for me”.

"Good. See you at L'Incontro at seven. "As there was nothing more to say, I hung up. I sat back in my chair and let out a sigh. How was he going to work with this woman? She would give me a stroke or a heart attack before our time together was over. That showed how much I was agitated.

I picked up the phone to make a few more calls to get my hiring plan into motion.

Before starting to work in the family business, I dedicated myself to my own business ventures. Since I lived quite modestly and had no family to care for, I was able to invest my money wisely, which is how I came to own several businesses, including an art gallery and an upscale restaurant/nightclub. Tonight, he planned to use both to, as Ronny had said, sweeten the deal for Silvia.

That night I arrived early at L'Incontro to make sure it went well. I saw her arrive through one of the security cameras. I watched as she entered the luxurious establishment looking out of place and, at the same time, looking completely appropriate. I wondered how she did it. She had a style that should look ridiculous in a place like that, however, she looked very elegant, confident and sexy as she headed to the stall.

"It's her. Make sure they take her to the private dining room, and bring a bottle of the best red in the house,” I told the assistant director she had hired to help me tonight.

“Yes, Mr. Hush,” she said, and hurried out the door to greet Silvia. My irritation towards her grew a little as I realized she was trying to show off. She was trying to flaunt my wealth and influence. I wanted to impress her, and that bothered me. Why the fuck had this woman gotten under my skin?

I waited until I found out that she was sitting in one of the private dining rooms that overlooked the restaurant, and in particular the club's dance floor. It was still early, so there wasn't much noise nor was it very crowded. Something that would be totally different in a couple of hours. This would make it easier to talk to her and at the same time allow her to see what the Hush family had to offer.

Of course, she already knew what the Hush family had to offer, because she had already seen it in her sister Katy, but Silvia resisted anything that was considered norm or common sense. So much so that she seemed willing to turn down a good offer. She was offering her a great opportunity, and after tonight, once the deal was sweetened, she would be a fool to walk away from this job offer. Still, I suspected she was foolish enough to do it. That irritated me too. I was not a man accustomed to hearing "no" in business. When I finished taking care of business tonight, maybe I would find a woman on the dance floor who would be willing to help me work through this frustration I was having because of Silvia.

When I entered the booth, she was drinking her glass of wine while she looked around the restaurant. She must have heard me come in, but she didn't even look at me. Did I mention that she was also stubborn and stubborn?

I sat in the chair opposite.

Finally, she tore her gaze away from the dance floor to look at me. She had a bored expression on her face. It was clear that she was not impressed. I suspected she knew that was just what she was trying to do, which made me feel like an idiot.

"You know, Gerard? You're too young to be involved in all this fake traditional gourmet fantasy. "My jaw tensed as she offended me. This was my place. There was nothing falsely cunning about mine. "I think a man like you would want a little flavor and variety, some real food, like they have in the food trucks at the marina. “She raised an eyebrow and tilted her head.

"Or maybe you just like spice and variety in women?"

I raised my hands in surrender.

"Wait a moment, Attila the Hun."

She flinched slightly, and I was glad that she felt something about my reprimand for the way he had started attacking me.

"First of all, I came here under a truce, so it would be nice if we had a ceasefire, at least for a while. Secondly, I guarantee the food here is excellent, as is the wine. "I nodded toward the half-consumed glass of wine in front of me.

She shrugged her shoulders.

"The wine is excellent”.

I didn't give importance to the fact that this was probably the last time we would agree on anything.

But, of course, the ceasefire and truce could not last long.

"In places like this they don't sell real food”.

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