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This story it being written in spanish, it's in progress, you can read it in my profile

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Writer: Baisers Ardents

Spanish editor: Karla Ragnard

Translator: Elena Riuz - Karla Ragnard

English editor: Readergoof

Chapter 1:

An Uncomfortable Change

Isabella tapped her heel, making it collide with the ceramic floor tapping out tight staccato beats. She wanted to bite her nails, but didn't want to ruin the polish. She had been waiting for her boss, Rick Thompson, for over thirty minutes, and she was nervous."

"Do you want a cup of tea or coffee, Miss Swan?" The assistant, Carla, asked. She was a woman who, always, bowed her head every time 'Mr. Thompson' asked for something. Always showing her subservience to that man, always a little too eager to please.

Oh, honey… Wake up! She thought, I bow for no man and neither should you.

"Thank you, I'm fine," Isabella answered softly, "Will he be free soon?"

"He's still in a meeting with Mr. Butler."

So her boss was making her wait, while he was with that damned… Bella growled inside and took several deep breaths so she wouldn't enter the office ready to scream and punch that miserable man. And, yes, Mr. Aaron Butler was a terribly horrible, miserable man.

"Oh, so that's why he's had me waiting out here?" She quired, gently leaving her elegant handbag on the side of the chair.

"I'm sure he will be with you very soon, Miss Swan."

Bella feigned a smile at the assistant, and brushed back her wavy, brown hair from her shoulders with an elegance only she possessed.

Very soon?

He had called her, asking to see her. He'd called in the middle of her day off and, again, at six this morning, only telling her that he had something very serious to discuss with her today. And she could guess what this was all about.

It may not have been a good idea to advise, a certain, Mrs. Butler about conscious sexuality. What with Mr. Butler being my boss' partner and all. I should have expected he'd go running to the president of the company. I mean it is the most important financial company in San Francisco, and most likely the country.

But was it her fault?

The woman was confused, repressed, and had so many wrong ideas about sex. She needed to be made aware of the reality of sex without ridiculous taboos, such as those that her husband, Mr. Butler, had imposed on and instilled in her. Maybe he thought she was going to leave him for another, possibly younger, man, now that she was free of her repressive ideas?

No, of course not. It wasn't her fault!

Nope. That's what happens when you're a boring lover, Butler.

"If that's what you say," she muttered, looking at Carla again.

"You must wait like everyone else, Miss."

Bella almost stuck her tongue at the woman behind the desk. Wait like everyone else? She was this blessed company's Human Resources manager! What the hell was she talking about?

Taking advantage of when the assistant turned her back, Bella walked on tiptoes, impressive in her red high-heels, down the hall to her boss's door. Once she arrived in front of the closed doors there was no doubt about what was going on inside, and that she was the topic of the discussion that she'd been made to wait through. Seeing how Mr. Butler was using quite colorful language and speaking at a level that could have drowned out the sirens of an ambulance.

"Well, it seems I was right about the younger man," Bella thought, a smirk growing on her face.

"I'm not going to allow some little, libertine floozy, come and destroy my family!" Butler bellowed. "My wife, now, thinks she knows everything about her body. Ha! She's fifty-five, what was she waiting for? She no longer has the body that she had when we met. God. Also, that imbecile she's with now, do you think he's going to love her? She had everything, everything Rick! This is all because of that shitty therapy. Because... because of her emotional and sexual discovery," he laughed, as if that were the most ridiculous thing on the planet. "Can you believe it? Your damned HR manager has destroyed my family. She did it with that invented therapy she uses to fill women with licentious and ridiculous ideas. I want you to fire her now!"

She gasped.

A libertine? Well, yes! Of course she was. She was secure in her sexuality and liked feeling that way! Destroy his family? If that meant giving emotional power and self-esteem to a woman who had suffered the twenty-some years she was married to that simpleton, well, yes, and I would do it again, a thousand times again.

"I can't imagine what she was thinking," Butler barked. "She, herself, is already in her forties and thinks she still looks good. Ha! Women her age should be preparing to stay at home. But, I figure she can't, considering she's still single. Doesn't she realize that she is an old woman with immature desires…" Butler was unable to finish due to a sudden interruption.

At that moment Bella stopped listening. She didn't think, she just threw open the door in one fell swoop. Looking around she found both men drinking and lounging around Thompson's desk, while their hairy bellies appeared to be in a fight over who was going to pop a shirt button first.

When they realized that the topic of their discussion had just burst upon the scene with the roar of a lioness about to attack, and was now glowering at them while gripping her hips, they both put aside their drinks and cleared their throats.

"Mrs. Swan...," Mr. Thompson started.

Her employer, the outrageously disgusting man who watched porn on the sly, while his wife turned to Bella for therapy, all because the rube couldn't get it up and refused to ask for help.

"Miss," she corrected, "remember, I'm a single mom... and proud of it!"

Mr. Butler looked at her, rolling his eyes, scoffing at her declaration of being a single mom.

"I believe you were instructed to wait until…"

"I won't wait a shit second longer!" She blurted out. "How can you allow this man to insult me that way?"

Both men looked astonished at her outburst.

"Everything I've done has been to help poor women deal with sickening men like yourselves! Before you ask why a 'poor little old' woman like me decided to help them, you might want to look in a mirror! You barely made an effort to satisfy your wives and your dicks aren't going to get any bigger. She made the gesture with her thumb and forefinger.

Both of the old duffers were silent as they searched for words, looking like fish trying to breathe out of the water.

"Stop it, Isabella!" Exclaimed Thompson. "You've gone too far! I was looking for a way to contain your impetuous way of leading the women of this company into some kind of… coven! Yes, coven! You must behave and stay in your place, Mrs. Swan! You're over forty so act like it!."

"Coven?!" Bella yelled, amongst their laughter. "What I offer is therapy that offers women a chance to learn about their own bodies and sexual self-awareness! And I do it with pleasure! Do you know why? Because this job is shit, and HR management sucks! So does your company! You know? For someone running a company of this caliber, you really should clean up your damn computer's history! You nauseating pig! And, yes! I'm forty-three and I still enjoy my life, while all you do is sit around and drink that shit during work hours! And I'll say it again - it's Miss not Mrs. Swan."

Isabella was not the type of woman to hold back, she had learned too much about the social impacts that men manage to make on women. And, she had put up with harassment for too long at this job, working for an inept boss.

"You are fired!." The man snapped, trembling in anger at the woman's gaul and obstinance.

"No! Oh, hell no!" She surprised them both, "I quit!"

She took a deep breath and before turning around to leave, she took both glasses that were on the desk in front of her and sniffed them.

"Ice? How pathetic! Some advice for you: real men drink whiskey straight and neat! Not this watered down crap." She then shot back both glasses in single gulps. Which, due to her small stature, was enough to make her a little tipsy. With that she turned to leave, shaking her butt cheekily, since there was nothing that could hurt a man more than a beautiful and capable woman. "Oh, one last thing, learn how to satisfy a woman and look into some Viagra! That's why you're both single and alone!"

She slammed the door shut on them with finality and stomped forward retrieving her purse. Her intent was to walk by and ignore the assistant, she was tired and just wanted to go home; however, Carla smiled at her and shyly raised her hand to get her attention.

"May I know when your next session is? I'd like to attend, if that's alright," she whispered.

Bella dropped her shoulders and snorted. "Next week. Thursday. Check the chat. Bring canapés. Over and out. I'm out of here."

Carla nodded and smiled enthusiastically, more excited than she'd been in a long time.

When she arrived at her office, Bella looked it over for the last time. It was as spacious as an apartment and decorated as if by a professional, but what she'd miss was the view; it was the best in the city. While wanting to shout at her boss and, to finally, put him in his place was something she'd dreamed about doing for a long time, it was finally starting to sink in what she had just done. But she couldn't control herself? She'd spent ten years at this shitty company, wasting her psychology degree on a job she hated, after all. Being a HR corporate psychologist wasn't what she expected from her life, but she had decided to stay because, well, she was making a fortune and it allowed her to give her seventeen-year-old son the life she wished for him. Which was what kept her going while working here, in this place where dreams came to die.

And, now, it was over. She knew as she stood there gazing out over the city, that her life, from now on, would be forever changed.

With a cluck of her tongue she began to gather her things in a box and, finally, with a sigh, she bid goodbye to the place, taking the elevator down one last time.

Once she stepped out of the elevator to start her trek out to and through the parking lot she noticed it was raining cats and dogs, and realized that all her things would, most likely, be ruined.

"Shit. Dammit!" She sighed, as she started running to her car, struggling to find her keys inside her handbag. She knew, this morning, she'd regret having parked out front, and now regretted it even more..

As she crossed the lot, one of her heels wedged into a grate, breaking instantly. And... she fell flat on her face, dirtying herself with mud, oil, and anything else the rain had loosened from the asphalt. She felt all her dignity flowing down the storm drain, next to her trapped heel, irretrievably lost.

Dammit-all! There goes my stuff, my outfit, shoes, hair, and my manicure. All of it ruined.

And the worst part? The worst part, to add insult to injury, was having a huge, imposing red off-road truck skid to a stop in front of her, kicking up mud and spraying her. This just wasn't her day.

"Hey. Hey!" A man yelled, getting out of the truck, his focus on something else, not bothering to look at her lying on the ground.

Looking back up at the truck, she noticed a beautiful blonde woman getting out of the passenger side, sobbing loudly as she ran down the street. The guy, of whom she could only see his back and the tattoos on his arms, who was trying to avoid stepping in the mud (ironic, since he had just muddied her entire body,) simply continued running after the girl, totally ignoring her, which struck her vanity a blow. The last thing she saw of him was his wide back and shoulders, and his copper colored hair that was already completely soaked.

Well, on any other day she would have thoroughly enjoyed the sight his backside created, but right now she was laid out, in the rain, covered in mud and grossness, in the middle of her former place of employment's parking lot with all her belongings spilled all around her.

"Fuck my life."

Author's Note:

Conscious Sexuality is a method that enables its practitioner to materialize his or her sexuality at physical, emotional and spiritual levels.

Good afternoon, I'm bringing the first chapter of this story, I'm waiting that you love this first taste of this tattoed man inconsiderate that Isabella has encountered at the worst moment of her day, who can be? Maybe... him? I'm waiting to bring the second chapter very (VERY) soon, obviously with the help of a wonderful team, we are trying to doing our best, from the spanish to you

Don't forget your review, I'd appreciate it very much!

Chapters are shorts, that means that the updates will be more frequent

Thank you so much to all of you, girls, this is for the english community who ask me for translate my stories with so much entusiasm, I'm waiting, if this have a lot of good reception and yes, the same entusiasm, bringing to you other of my stories in english

With all my love

Baisers!