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rong and I squinted my eyes. As soon as I reached the small metal portal that surrounded the pool area, a warm breeze blew in, carrying the smell of chlorine. Yeah, mayb

cing my pulse. I blinked slowly as I turned the library handle, composing myself. When I pushed the door, I saw her. In profile to me, the girl was sitting in one of the leather armchairs, with her back straight and her hands on her knees. I couldn't see her face. Her long blond hair, tied in a sleek ponytail, fell over one shoulder, obscuring a swath of her face. — Good afternoon — I said as I approached and she shivered, standing up in the same second, startled. Even with the high heels, the girl was small. 1.55m? 1.60m? Too small for my 1.90m. Not that it was a problem... In bed, height didn't matter. I got even closer, invading her personal space. She didn't back down. Very good. - Good afternoon sir. — Her voice was soft, exhaling sweet, clean breath, with a touch of toothpaste. — What can I call you? — I asked, lifting her chin to me, analyzing her delicate features. It was a doll. Big eyes, upturned nose, full mouth. — You didn't answer me — I insisted after her silence, still holding her chin. — What should I call her? — Beautiful — she murmured in a low voice, perhaps intimidated by the intensity of my gaze. "Nothing new under the sun". I used to have that effect on people. — Bela — I repeated, testing the sound of the word on my tongue. — Did Valentina tell you the terms? I ran my fingers down the side of her slender neck, resting my palm on her shoulder. Her black dress was spaghetti straps, leaving many inches of skin exposed. Goose bumps on my skin, with the fine hairs standing on end under my touches. - Yes sir. — She moved her body discreetly, freeing herself from my hand. Interesting. — Turn your back so I can analyze you better — I ordered, wrapping my index finger in the air. The woman hesitated for three seconds, frowning, but finally obeyed me, spinning on her high heels. Without saying anything, I took in the details of the back of her body. From her blonde hair tied in a high tail to her lower back exposed by a generous neckline, with her wide hips crying out for my hands. Bela was perfect. Natural, with curves, textures and volumes. With calculated steps, I positioned myself in front of her. So close that I felt the heat of her breath hitting the base of my neck. — It's an important business event — I explained, connecting our eyes. Her irises were blue, a grayish tone, but I couldn't tell if the color was natural or due to contact le