He read Miss Bouvier's answer at least three times and got up from the chair, with a tickle in his belly that he could not control.

From his position he approached the screen of his computer again and incredulous by what he had read, he reviewed aloud:

Mister Storni,

I like physical contact and bites.

"Oh shit, this gets good." He played his conscience, as happy as Joseph, who did not know how to interpret that answer.

The man's mind filled with recent memories and the young woman appeared in his thoughts, crawling across his rug and without underwear, her stockings tight to her thighs and he had to gasp to free himself.

He couldn't go on like this, so excited and hot that at any moment he would cut in his pants, he needed to let off steam in another way, one more according to his needs.

He walked to leave his office and pay an express visit to Anne, his Booty Call, but for the first time he was ashamed to meet a woman and turned around the desk, nervous and not knowing what to do or how to behave in front of Lexy.

Should he ignore Lexy's game, or should he just roll the dice and start playing?

"Impossible to ignore that desperate scream." Said his conscience; He wanted to be brave and invite her to dinner at night, but his office phone rang, and he was forced to answer the call.

"Lexy?" He gasped, eager to hear her.

Her sweet voice was exquisite.

"Sir, you have a call from Anne Fave," Lexy muttered nervously.

"Anne?" Joseph asked and cursed under his breath. Had the woman felt his desire to fuck from a distance or was it just a coincidence? "Put her on the line, please," he said reluctantly and didn't wait for his sexual partner to answer the other end of the line. "I really want to fuck, but I want you to wear a tight black skirt, white shirt, black garters and forget about underwear. Oh, and I want you to cut your hair to the chin! Ok?”

He described Lexy in simple terms, her short hair helping to highlight her small face and thick pink lips.

"Mister Storni?" Lexy, who had not transferred the call, felt overwhelmed by the modernity of the phone. “Sorry, I didn't want to hear that." She said later.

"Lexy?" He asked, and felt warmth on his cheeks, a strange sensation he hadn't experienced since his teens. "And the call?" He cleared his throat nervously, extremely embarrassed.

"Sir, I don't know how to use the phone, sorry," the girl moaned on the other end of the line, trembling.

She still did not understand what she had heard from the man's mouth.

Joseph dropped the telephone receiver onto his desk and pissed off with so much mess, he fiercely left his office, walking with a dominant step to where Lexy's desk was set.

"Miss Bouvier, the yellow key is used to transfer a call, once you press the yellow key, you hang up," he scolded, and the girl's eyelashes beat many times, so many that Joseph lost count.

"Sorry sir, I've never worn anything this modern before," she hesitated, looking up to lose herself in his dark eyes. "Sorry," she repeated.

"Could you stop saying how sorry you are?!" he asked, pissed off and furious.

So embarrassed.

Lexy's reaction was the worst. With the scream of Joseph, her boss, she freaked out and protected her head and face. She hid behind her hands. She was hysterical and scared.

She finally revealed her truth in her first week of work, and Joseph could no longer doubt the mistreatment of Esteban, her future husband.

"You should go to the police, Miss Bouvier, before things get worse, it is not normal for your body to react like this to a simple scream," replied Joseph, who refrained from appearing weak or affected by the pain of others. "Go wash your face and drink a glass of cold water."

Lexy looked at him suspiciously and was offended at his advice. Why did he care? What was your damn problem?

"Yes sir," she muttered embarrassed.

She walked a couple of steps, all under the curious gaze of Storni, who gradually became more frustrated with Lexy and her frightened attitudes, those that showed how affected she was because of her boyfriend's mistreatment.

"Thank you, Mister Storni," she replied shyly, and he denied, laughing at how insecure the girl seemed to him and how he liked her, seduced him, and bewitched him.

Lexy used her free time to find some peace and after drinking an orange soda, she locked herself in the employee bathroom, where she stood in front of the mirror, silently admiring herself for long minutes.

She had dark circles under her eyes and although she had covered them well with a concealer and makeup, she could notice them, marking herself above her cheekbones.

The short hair that fell down her cheeks was straight and dull, as much as her youthful skin, the one that lately seemed grayer than ever. She pinched her cheeks a few times, trying to get a rosier hue, but no matter how hard she tried, she remained as pale as ever.

She was not aware of the time or the place where she was and was surprised by a smiling young woman who entered the bathroom and observed her with curiosity.

“You are new?” Asked the newcomer and settled next to her, straightening her hair with her fingers.

"Yes, this is my first week," Lexy replied, drawing a fake smile on her face.

"Welcome, I am Emma Storni."

"Thanks, I'm Lexy," she added politely, ignoring her companion's last name.

"Lexy Bouvier?!” Emma asked and smiled happily. “I know you, well I don't know you, but I read your report, you are Joseph's new secretary!”

"Ah, I think so" Lexy replied, very confused.

"Bah, how silly, Joseph is my brother!"

"I didn't know Mr. Storni had sisters" Lexy mused, smiling.

Suddenly she was comfortable with the young lady who was watching her with big eyes.

"Oh, don't tell him ‘Sir’, he's not that old for that." Emma said.

"It's out of respect," Lexy whispered and blushed nervously. How old is he? She dared to ask and clenched her fists tightly at her boldness.

Joseph's younger sister Emma smiled coquettishly and then pursed her lips gracefully.

"In January he turns thirty," she replied, raising her eyebrows. “He is Capricorn, hot, passionate, you know.” She winked at her, and Lexy turned around scared to look away.

"Yes," she replied, and turned on the water tap to wet her face. She was hot and suddenly; the pink color had returned to her bland cheeks. “Well, Emma, it was a pleasure, I have to go.” Lexy said.

"Let's go together," said the girl, and clung to her side gracefully. “Joseph has a business lunch and he's invited me, I always turn out to be a good girl calming the beasts,” Emma said and winked at her again.

Lexy sighed and an absurd tremor clung to her chin. Her teeth chattered for a few seconds, and she had to clench her teeth hard to avoid showing herself in such a ridiculous moment.