An invite to Napa

CAMILLA
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First of all, what the hell was happening? One minute, I was in my room still thinking and brainstorming ways to switch mister Ivan's drugs, the next minute, I was being threatened by his wife.
Ever since I found out he was being poisoned with antidepressants, it had been hard to think of anything else. I had thought about speaking to his wife, but I could not bring myself to trust her, and I did not understand why.

To clear my head and protect my sanity from the noise the children blissfully created in the hallway, I packed my books and stepped out of the room, locking my door behind me. I walked down the stairs and walked to the kitchen, but when I heard the voice of the baby boy upstairs crying, I thought it was best to inform Antonio.
Their mother and I were not exactly the best of friends, especially as I was rapidly growing feelings for her husband. And let's not forget how I had begged him to fuck me.

He was right about one thing. At that point, I was grieving, it was safe to say that I was not in the best state of mind. If we had gone any further, I would have regretted it when my head was back to normal.

When Sarah stood in front of me to threaten me, talking about ruining me, I could not say I was scared. I only stepped back because I knew I was guilty. I was guilty of wanting her husband to myself, I was guilty of wanting her husband under me, on top of me. I was guilty of craving her husband's touch, I was guilty of wanting his lips to claim mine, his fingers deep inside me.
I was guilty of wanting to be consumed by her husband, to consume her husband.

In conclusion, I was guilty of wanting to be fucked thoroughly my mister Ivan. Deep down, I had a feeling it was not just about how hot our sex would be, considering how attracted we were to each other. I had a feeling it was something else, something I did not understand.

I watched as she walked out of the study, swaying her hips as she walked. I had to give it to mister Ivan, he did have excellent taste when it came to women. But, that was not the reason I was here.

I turned back to the chairs and settled into one. I placed my books by my side before picking up the third one. It was a comprehensive text on manic depression. Mister Ivan had not had any episodes in a few days and I was thankful for that. Still, I needed to be as informed as I could be.

I did not know how long my eyes were buried in the book, but I know that the creaking sound of the door as it opened, caused me to raise my head. I narrowed my eyes to the door and watched as a tall shadow emerged from the light.

Mister Ivan stood in front of me. Clad in suit trousers and a long-sleeved shirt with his first three buttons unfastened. My eyes rested on his bare chest, I tore them away before I could drool.

I tried to link my sudden horniness to the fact that I had been…celibate - due to life's circumstances only - for over a year, but something in me would not accept it. I mean, I had been allowed to kick it with a couple of men in the past, but I never wanted any of them the way I wanted mister Ivan.

Perhaps it was the feminine urge in me to want a man I could not get, perhaps it was because he was a walking sex god.

He walked into the room and I forced myself to look down into my book. Even though I could feel his blue eyes pierce through the thick skin of my neck.

He walked to my side and settled beside me, barely inches away from me. I felt a moist and warm liquid seep from the valley between my legs, dampening my panties.

"Camilla, how are you?" His deep voice echoed in my ears. Warm sweat broke out from the skin of my palms. I intertwined my fingers immediately, swallowing hard.

"I'm…I'm fine," I spoke up. I was torn between wanting more distance between us and climbing up to his legs to kiss the living daylight out of him.

"I do hope you're feeling better." He said again and I felt all the butterflies in my stomach do a quick summersault.

I nodded eagerly and I swear I saw him smile.

"I do have something to cheer you up with, by the way."

I turned sharply to him. Did anyone ever tell this man how sexy effort was? He was punching all my buttons without even trying or even knowing the buttons.

I watched him pull out a card from his suit pocket. He placed it on my thighs and I looked down at the golden card on my legs.

"What is this?" I asked. I was scared to touch it, it looked too expensive for my fingers.

"Consider it a getaway ticket. You've been through a lot lately, so I thought you could attend this party in Napa with me. You would love it, I promise."

And Sarah said her husband wasn't a sweet man? That lady was a joker!

I fought hard to stop myself from blushing, but I still felt the heat creep up to my cheeks.

I turned to look at him. I could feel and see myself sink in the ocean of his eyes.

"I believe your wife should be the one to accompany you to such events. I really cannot…"

Before I knew it, he placed a hand on mine. I felt my skin tingle in that instant, and the heat in my cheeks spread to all parts of my body.

"If there's anyone I want with me, Camilla, it's you."

Jesus Christ! Someone had to help me because I was on the verge of becoming a homewrecker. But that was not even the problem, the problem was the fact that I didn't care!

I could not take my eyes off him, not even when I asked the question.

"Why?"

He sighed and took his hand off mine. It felt as though I had been left bare and naked.

"I suffer from severe anxiety attacks whenever I attend large events. I always take my pills along with me, but they don't help sometimes. This is an event I can't excuse myself from till it ends. That's why I need you, my doctor…"

I found myself chuckling, while his lips thinned in a handsome smile.

"That's why I need you to be there with me."

Could I say no? I mean, how could I say no to that smile? I could always tell him to take medicines I would describe, along with him. But did I want to be on a plane to Napa with him?

Yes! Yes, I did.

I smiled and tapped his right shoulder gently. I saw his eyes brighten immediately.

"Fine. I'll come with you. But, as your doctor."

He stared at me in silence for a while, before he burst out laughing and shook his head.

"Fine. As my doctor."

I was still staring at him when the door opened behind us. He looked away from me and smiled at the man.

"Thank you, Antonio. You know just what I needed."

By God, this man would have to be the death of me.