The punching bag wasn't enough at that point. He needed to see her and confront her, the spoiled little brat! Maybe if he could get her upset and royally piss her off, he'd feel better and go on about his day!
Eduardo ripped out the wireless ear buds and jogged up the basement steps and ran through the hallway with a flashing goal in mind. He would go to the pool, berate her in front of her new friends, and he would feel good! When he passed through the kitchens, he waved off his chef and sidestepped Maria. He slowed his jog down to a brisk walk when he stepped out of the sliding door into the pool area.
What he saw before him stopped him dead in his tracks.
Isabella was lying flat on her stomach, two plump cheeks peeking out from her swimming shorts. Eduardo swallowed hard at the sight, begging his lower regions to stay down.
She didn't need the satisfaction of knowing she got a reaction from him so effortlessly.
He walked through the iron gate and stepped quietly through the pool area, not knowing why he was acting like a Peeping Tom in his own home but just knowing that he was doing it anyway. She shifted her head to the side just slightly, her cleavage in danger of coming out of her top.
Eduardo always had self-control. Any other version of himself would be able to turn back around, exercise some more, and go back to his normal day. But this stupid woman made him stupid!
He stopped right in front of the lounge chair and considered her for a moment. She had curves, maybe a little curvier than he was used to, but it was intoxicating. He found himself wanting to grab her everywhere and put his mouth on every part of her body.
She was bad for him.
He knew it.
She knew it.
It was one of those unspoken understandings they had.
His hand reached out on his own accord and squeezed her ass. When the skin in his hand did a satisfying dance, he grabbed her harder and relished in her reaction. She snapped her head to him and let out a dirty word, something he wouldn't repeat, but he positioned a hand on her back so she couldn't get up.
Eduardo let his fingers imprint onto all her muscles, and barely contained a growl when he gripped the back of her hips. He remembered how she had been in a similar position when she finally came that first night- flashes of her throwing her ass back into him to ride out the bliss rushed at him.
He pulled her shorts down to her thighs in one movement and spit on his fingers before inserting them softly. He wanted to be rough with her, of course he did! But he also wanted to know what it would be like to be slow and gentle as well.
She didn't make a sound as he explored her with his fingers until he quickened the pace and started moving in circles. She slowly came alive beneath his fingers, and he drank in the images of her arching her back, balling her fists, tilting her head back ever so lightly- he drank it all in until he started to feel drunk off of it.
Isabella started to moan into her fist, still keeping to staying quiet. She knew he liked her vocal, crying out and moaning to his ministrations. He could tell she was trying to fight the way he was making her feel but simply couldn't.
Eduardo flipped her over to have her lying flat on her back, her swim shorts now disposed of. She was flushed faced, her chest heaving ever so slightly as she stared up at him. Isabella watched him like a feral cat as he leaned over her on the lounger- she never took her eyes off of him, even as he reached into her cleavage and found one nipple, pinching it between two fingers until he moved on to the other. She said nothing, even forgoing her usual moaning. She was loud, and he liked it.
"Isabella." He hissed in a warning. She let an impish smirk take over her mouth. So, she felt like she had won a battle with him? He would show her differently.
Without any warning, he snatched her by her waist and took her right into the pool with him. They were in waist deep salt water, the blue waves rippling around their new presence like a small whirlpool forming. He was fully clothed; she only had her string top on- his pulse quickened faster than he meant it to and instinctively took steps forward until he had her pinned against the granite wall of the pool. Still silent, she looked up at him expectantly. It lit a new fire in his veins when she looked through her eyelashes at him, cheeks pink from arousal- this was her way of saying "come get it".
He untied her top and let it float away, enjoying his new view with more joy than even money gave him. She was completely naked before him, her long brown hair falling around her perked breasts so perfectly. He trailed a finger down her cheek, over one swell of her chest, and followed every bone of her sternum. Small droplets of water raced down to an area he was extremely interested in but wouldn't rush to. The Spanish sun shined down on her in that moment, and he swore he was looking at a fallen angel. This wasn't the shrewd little brat at her sister's wedding, and this sure as hell wasn't the raving banshee he met at the charity gala either.
This was Isabella, the true her. Newly sun kissed skin with wavy, unbrushed hair and no makeup on her beautiful face- fuck, he needed her right then.
He didn't have the brainpower to correctly undress, he only was able to free himself from the top of his pants before he dove deep inside of her. She hissed at the intrusion but quickly wrapped her legs around his waist as he moved inside of her, tilting himself upwards to stroke that spot. The spot that made her crazy and loud- now that he knew where it was, she would never walk away unsatisfied again.
"Eduardo." She let the name fall from her little pink lips in a rasp. He had to bite down hard on the inside of his cheek in order to slow himself down.
He promised himself that he was going to enjoy this, drink it in until she got him drunk again.
Isabella closed her eyes and spread her arms out to brace herself against the pool wall, her breasts bouncing freely to every stroke he made. Eduardo surmised that he wanted to carry around a camera at all times with him now so that he could capture these moments. She was beautiful, even more so when she was aroused and surrendered to him completely.
In these moments, she was his.
He knew it.
She knew it.
It was one of those unspoken understandings they had.
After the pool incident, things certainly became very… different. Isabella wiped at her reddened cheeks as she thought of all the dirty images that came to her mind. He was insistent on making love in all corners of his estate- the pool, his car, the kitchen. In fact, they'd had sex everywhere but a bed. She didn't go to his room, and he didn't go to hers- he'd randomly corner her when an opportune moment arose and they'd go at it.
Of course, she was more than a willing party to it all.
But wasn't she was playing a very dangerous game here?
Sleeping with your temporary boss was wrong! Wrong is so many ways. Did that stop her from enjoying each and every time he fucked her brains out?
No, not really. Not at all.
"…e todo? Senorita?" Isabella snapped out of her daydream and shot her eyes back to the housekeeper, sending her a small smile and nodded.
Maria smiled in return and walked away towards the kitchens but stopped and turned towards Isabella once more. "Senorita, may I speak freely?"
Isabella nodded slowly, not sure where the kind woman would be going with this.
The housekeeper wrung her hands in the fold her uniform, a concerned look going over her face. "You are very young and moy bonita." Isabella said nothing, only smiled nervously and gestured for Maria to continue. It wasn't every day someone told her she was beautiful, and she did appreciate the compliment, but Isabella knew there was a rather large "but" coming. "I do not pretend to know how Don Marquez's mind works, and I have been a loyal employee to him for many years. But you must be careful, Senorita."
Isabella's face flushed at the underlying meaning of Maria's words. "W-what? Be careful?" Maria raised her eyebrows just slightly, as if to say "you know what I mean" but stayed silent. "Maria, just so you know there's nothing wrong going on-"
Maria rose her hand and interrupted her. "This is not my business, Senorita, no explanations. I only wish to tell you to be careful, and that is all."
Isabella didn't say anything in return, suddenly at a loss for words. Even the housekeeper knew they were banging like bunnies? Jesus Christ! How far was she going to take this affair? Pretty soon his entire staff would know, and what would they think of her? She had to live here with these people for another three and a half months! What if they thought she was a total whore?
Then another sinking feeling pulled at her navel. Maria was gentle with her words, but she didn't stumble or search for words- she had given that little speech before, hadn't she?
Isabella was likely just another nanny Eduardo had fucked his frustrations out on.
He had put her on payroll, like a prostitute. He knew when she'd be home, when she wouldn't be busy, and knew he had open accessibility to her body whenever he liked. The housekeeper had walked away sometime during Isabella's existential crisis, leaving her standing in the middle of the sitting room like an idiot. Sebastián cooed at her from his baby jail and effectively pulled her from her turmoil, and all seemed right in the world again. She took him from his playpen and sat on the Egyptian rug cross-legged, enjoying the new baby sounds he was making. "Sebastian." She said in a sing-song voice, his toothless grin warming her cold insides.
He was the happiest baby she had ever met.
There was no way he was genetically linked to Eduardo Marquez.
"Say ba-ba? Say da-da? What about Bella?" He laughed at her last suggestion, almost as if he knew what she was saying, and it made her smile. If only she could go back to being a one-year-old, blissfully unaware of how messed up adulthood would be. "Bell-a. Say Bell-a." Sebastián was uninterested in using his words and instead focused on yanking at her brown hair, his chubby fists taking handfuls at a time. "Bell-a. Bell-a." She tried again, pinching softly at his cheeks until he giggled again. "I want to get your dad mad, wouldn't that be funny? Say Bell-a. What if there's some ice cream involved? Bell-a." Sebastián kicked his legs in glee but only said incoherent baby words, his small bottom tooth playing peek a boo. "I'll play your CocoMelon!" She despised the little kid's show and would normally rather drown herself in a dirty bathtub than watch it, but she was desperate. "Say Bell-a. Bell-"
"You're bribing my son now, Isabella?" Eduardo's voice came from somewhere behind her, but she refused to acknowledge him. She would be lying if she said her heart didn't skip a beat when he spoke to her like that, so nice and soft. His tone was playful, so that meant he was in a good mood. Did that mean he came around to collect an afternoon fuck, then? Because what else would he possibly want from her? It wasn't like he asked her on dates or wanted to do puzzles with her in his downtime. He cleared his throat to fill the awkward silence she created and fully stepped into the room, closing the door behind him.
Usually when she ignored him, he'd take a hint and go back to his work or whatever the hell he did on his own time. It wasn't spent with Sebastián, and he hardly left his Study unless it was time for bed or time to go to work. Or, to find her and have sex.
Eduardo unnerved her when he pulled at his tight slacks and sat on the ground next to them. She sent him a small look, trying to discern what his angle was. When would someone dressed in pressed slacks and a ten-thousand-euro button up ever plop themselves on the floor? It suddenly seemed absurd to be seated so close to him with his son in her lap. To an outsider they might have looked like a typical, normal family enjoying playtime together.
But he was her boss, she was the pretend nanny, and they were screwing irresponsibly.
"How was Sebastián today?" Eduardo tried again to bring conversation out of her.
Isabella focused more intently on Sebastián and shrugged. "The same as every day."
The alpha male growled and snaked a hand around her upper arm, pressing firmly. "So I take it you are in one of your moods."
"My moods?" Isabella rounded on him, tearing her eyes away from the baby in her lap. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
Eduardo didn't have to respond. He had set the bait she took it! The stupid asshole just smirked, looking like he had won first prize at a shit-eating contest. He enjoyed doing that to her, didn't he? He loved to grit her last damn nerve until it was bone-on-bone!
Isabella turned away from him again and vowed to not be so jumpy again. The more fire she gave him, the more he controlled the situation. She needed to be a cool cucumber, not a habanero pepper.
