Your Last Option?
Enrico
I was certain that the place I wanted to be was beside Rachel's warm body. Even when the exhaustion from the airplane trip after another stage of the Formula One world circuit almost overcame me, I felt her presence beside me. I didn't need to be fully awake for that. I sensed the softness of her body and the unmistakable scent of her hair, a sweet and feminine fragrance, just like her. As if to ensure she remained by my side, I hugged her tighter with each passing moment, making sure she wouldn't slip away while I slept.
"Enrico..." I heard the timid call, but I remained enveloped in the cloud of sleep. "Enrico... wake up."
"Hmm..." I responded, even with my eyes closed, wishing to remain still so as not to break the bubble I was in.
"Enrico!" Rachel called more firmly. "Wake up!"
"Oh! Hi..." I mumbled sleepily, hugging her even tighter and bringing her body closer to mine. "Let's sleep... I'm still sleepy."
"Wake up, Enrico," her tone of complaint was now unmistakable. "I'm serious."
Instead of responding to the whispered request, my lips found Rachel's fragrant and soft neck, while my hands wrapped around her waist. Only after being sure that I was still in the same bed as her, with her body in my arms, and that the moments that still echoed in my mind were not just a dream, did I finally open my eyes to the reality around me.
"I'm awake," I declared with a smile, "very awake..."
I ran my hand over her naked body, soon holding her heavy breasts and kissing her slender back, not giving Rachel a chance to say whatever she wanted to say, as she was already moaning again with my caresses, her body writhing against mine and the curve of her delicious buttocks pressed against my erection, which was already fully ready for another round of hot sex.
"We can't, Enrico!" Rachel protested.
Her hands covered mine, which were holding her breasts, preventing me from continuing the sensual and wonderful massage that was already making me full of lust.
"Why not?" I asked, not understanding what she was talking about, now kissing her sensitive neck. "I'm completely ready."
"Are you completely crazy? Lindsay could show up at any moment!" Rachel said in an alarmed tone. "You need to go back to your room immediately."
Despite the thoughts muddled by desire, a remnant of consciousness brought me back to reality, and I knew Rachel was right. The two girls share the room, and it wouldn't be appropriate for Lindsay to come in and find us in that situation.
However, that didn't mean we had to completely stop what we were doing, a cynical voice whispered in my mind.
"You're right," I agreed, getting up quickly. "We should hurry then. Let's go!"
I reached out to help Rachel up from the bed, but she looked at me with an incredulous expression.
"You must be out of your mind," she pointed out with a silly smile on her face. "We can't just walk around the house like this, Enrico."
Of course, once again she was right. I was the only one who was dazed, perhaps due to the alcohol still in my system or the incredible sex we had had a few hours ago. The fact was that I still felt a bit disoriented, that was the truth.
I had gone from the airport straight to a pub with Bruno, and after a few shots of gin enough to cloud my judgment, I simply went to Rachel's room, overcome by desire and longing.
"So, get dressed!" I requested, picking up the cotton nightgown I had thrown on the floor.
"I'm not going to your room, Enrico," Rachel refused firmly, leaving me completely astonished by her attitude. "I don't want the other staff to know I've been in your bed; it would be quite embarrassing for us."
Rachel sat at the edge of the bed and finally took the nightgown I handed her, putting it on without giving any sign that she intended to comply with my request.
"What's the problem, Rachel?" I asked, starting to get annoyed with her stubbornness. "We're adults and masters of our own lives. We don't need to be held accountable to other people for something as personal as our intimacy."
Rachel persisted obstinately:
"It's not appropriate for an employee to sleep in her boss's bed. You know very well how completely inappropriate that is, Enrico!"
I looked at Rachel's flushed face, irritated by her weak and senseless argument, as she usually didn't worry about social conventions. I began to suspect her true intentions. What was she trying to achieve with this?
"So, what do you suggest?" I asked harshly. "That I marry you to avoid gossip? I suppose that's what you want."
Rachel's eyes widened with genuine horror, a reaction incomprehensible and unexpected. This left me even more confused and irritated. What the hell did she want from me? I needed to understand!
"I would never suggest that, Enrico!" Rachel protested with great indignation. "I just don't want people to jump to the wrong conclusions about us. That's all it is, it's not what you're thinking."
"So, what, for example? Tell me," I asked angrily. "You don't want people to think we like each other, is that what you fear others will believe?"
Rachel's shocked and incredulous eyes made it clear that she had never really considered that perspective. It seemed like it didn't even cross her mind that anyone could think we had feelings for each other and that we could be together as a couple.
Even at her worst, Rachel doesn't consider me good enough for her, and that made me extremely furious. Or perhaps it was exactly the opposite. Maybe she was expecting me to take her in another way. I was tired of being belittled and even used by Rachel. Tired!
"It's not about that, Enrico," she replied hesitantly, sounding uncertain. "I don't even know what to think... What will people say about us? I don't want to be the subject of malicious gossip. I found out it's not pleasant at all."
I felt my whole body tense up because of that empty and nonsensical argument. I picked up my jeans from the floor, putting them on without bothering to put on the Boxer briefs first. I didn't even know where the piece was. But seeing how upset I was and about to leave her room, she went even further, and of all that Rachel said, what came next managed to make me even more indignant than before.
"You pretend that I'm confusing you and that I'm to blame for this weird relationship between us, but you forget that just yesterday you were in the arms of that Australian model," she threw in my face. "It's as if I'm just your second choice!"
"You're not my second choice, you never were, I repeat," I said, pointing a finger, frustrated with that senseless conversation. "But I'm your last option, Rachel. And even then, you think a thousand times before moving on."
I didn't wait for any response, nor was I even sure there would be one from her. I simply left Rachel's room and hurriedly crossed the corridors to my room on the first floor, slamming the door hard as I entered and angrily throwing myself on the bed.
How could Rachel claim she didn't want to go to my room because of what other people would say when she never cared about it before? It was nonsensical! Ridiculous, even.
If she felt for me even half of what I feel for her, Rachel wouldn't hesitate for a moment to accompany me to my room and sleep with me, without guilt or any other consideration. We were free and single. We could be with whoever we wanted, and no one had anything to do with it.
"Damn hot woman!" I growled.
Contrary to all rationality, with each passing day, I felt more enchanted by Rachel, and having sex with her only made me more addicted to her body, her smell... her taste. But that night, the only thing I could hug was my pillow, and that's exactly what I did.
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