However, two days later, when Lucia Ferreira walks into my office at Equibras at nine a.m. sharp, I find my mind hasn’t changed one bit.
Seeing her in real life is something else entirely I’m glad I didn’t miss because Lucia Ferreira looks like she just stepped off the cover of Vogue.
Dressed in an elegant black business dress with a little tailored blazer covering her shoulders, she gives me a good view of her slender body with fully rounded breasts, a tiny waistline, and the perfect curve of her hips.
She’s petite. My guess is five four, but her little heels add another inch to her height. At six foot six, I’d look like a giant next to her.
I get a good look at her firm ass when she turns to close the door, but the view was all too brief.
“Good morning,” I say, allowing my gaze to roam over her body.
“Good morning. I’m Lucia Ferreira.” She closes the distance between us and holds out a dainty hand with perfectly manicured fingers for me to shake.
I straighten and take it, not missing the tremor in her hand as mine covers hers. The flicker of interest twinkling in her eyes when she gazes at me doesn’t escape me either.
“I’m Alejandro Ramírez. Welcome to Brazil.”
“Thank you, and it’s nice to meet you.”
“And you. Please sit.”
When she does, I get lost in the rich and vibrant red of her long, luscious hair, and I imagine my fingers laced through the silky strands.
When her lips part into a nervous smile, I imagine them around my cock.
I’m like a fucking predator sniffing out my prey for any sign of weakness. So, when her cheeks flush as I smile at her and the scent of undiluted fear mixed with arousal tickles my nose, I already decide I’m going to give her a chance.
She’s made me curious.
The fear I smell means she knows to be afraid of me, but everything else about her speaks of attraction.
It’s been a while since any woman has made me curious, and I’d at least like to know what she tastes like.