Title: Rebecca
Pairing: Juan / Juan Rebecca / Chris
Beta: no, it is full of blunders
Notes: for
pussy who had promised "the angst "Juan, I hope to meet you ^ ^ Juan huffed annoyed hearing that the Mercedes did not react as expected in the traffic of the freeway, then looked down at the dashboard and saw that he had forgotten to enter the command for Adaptation automatic transmission to the denser traffic.
Idiot!
checked for the umpteenth time now. He knew he was in advance, Chris's plane would land not less than two hours, but ... he had almost total safety, as he had seen would have thrown him a suitcase filled with insults el'avrebbe.
had happened a few hours earlier that morning. Rebecca had knocked at the door with one of those tight skirts that, when he sat down, went back to show generous portions of her perfect legs and severe under his jacket which she wore a transparent blouse. She wore no bra.
"Juan" always managed to make it look like his name a sigh of pleasure. "I went to bring some documents that you have absolutely see."
"Thank you, Rebecca ... accommodated too, want a drink?" She smiled, feeling vaguely uneasy.
Rebecca had arrived home from his office in London in late spring, on loan for one year to assist with him for a merger of customers particularly mangy, which had already taken the first part. She was tall, dark, seductive. The men turned to its passage, women reckoned with its dangerous air distraught and angry sometimes. Even the unflappable Miss Raven, the perfect secretary, it seemed, at times, troubled.
Juan had worked well with her during those six months. He had always found prepared and ready on time. It seemed perfect and almost everyone shared his opinion. That all but Jean-paul. The Canadian cursed the stars had accused him of making an affair with the bitch . It had come a very heavy discussion tones the month before, and have not turned the word for work. Juan was wearing that stubborn, but he refused absolutely to make the first move, was on the side of right, JP had been mistaken ...
He and Rebecca were working together, they often went out in the evening for dinner, someone had shown him photos two of them appeared in a tabloid. seem such a beautiful couple ... , the smiles could not cover the inherent wickedness. Juan dropped, they worked just ...
Then had come that Saturday morning, she had come to his apartment under the pretext of signing of the documents is absolutely unnecessary. She sat on the sofa in white leather-like Temptress in person. Juan could swear I hear her scent, not some perfume, but just the aroma of a woman. And he thought that would be thrown at him. In his mind he saw everything as if something has already happened. The blouse was taken off the cost of tearing it to tighten them breasts, almost violently, and finally brought up the tight skirt over her hips, to see how charming he used wire lace. He was sure it was nothing, even if it took. He kissed her femininity, for a moment he wondered if it was as completely without hair, so in those years, then he realized that was too much woman to do such a thing. He imagined the slight tickle those hairs that would have brought a little rough, and kissed her as if to devour her.
never understood what had stopped. A thought that is not touched by the time it would feel Chris? He would hurt and disappointed, when he promised that he would never have to fear what he had suffered by others.
He had got up, had dismissed coldly, though kindly, Rebecca. She had left disappointed and a bit 'annoyed. He was too smart to pretend not to understand: he had lost.
Juan had done something that has not happened for a lot: he pulled the car out of the garage and went to take Chris to the airport.
saw him exit the terminal, pale and dark circles. Maybe it was a bit 'that had that aspect. Perhaps he had noticed something was not asleep, merely ruminating as was his habit. The
went against smiling and took away the bag, making a leap. He had not noticed him.
"Hello love, have a good flight?".
"Yeah ... I mean ... anyway, what are you doing here? And 'Did something happen? ".
"Nothing, I missed you, I'll take you home ...". Chris
just blushed: "You too ...".
"Come, come, you need to eat and rest. And then I want to cuddle a bit ', you have time for me? "Juan smiled.
Incredibly, after so many years, Chris was able to blush again.
"For you always."
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