THE ORIGINAL NOVEL WAS WRITTEN IN SPANISH, I APOLOGIZE FOR THE TRANSLATION. IF YOU WANT TO READ IT IN SPANISH LOOK FOR IT UNDER THE SAME PSEUDONYM AND BY NAME "EL SECRETO".

In case you're wondering if Christian is in the novel, is there, just won´t expected.

The insistent sound of the alarm clock made me open my eyes and the smell of coffee coming up from the kitchen made me get out of bed. The truth was that I didn't know what I was going to face today, whether I would meet him or not, the truth was that I didn't care. I would do as Grace had told me. I'd do the same thing I always do. It didn't keep me from being nervous, though. I got out of bed and went to the large windows of my room to pull the curtains aside. Outside the plumbing sky showed the first traces of dawn. The sun camouflaged itself among the gray clouds that announced that the rain would begin early. I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and took a quick, warm shower.

After getting dressed, leaving my hair down, I put on my glasses, took my cell phone, my car keys and hung my bag on my shoulder and went down to breakfast.

I've been wearing glasses since I was a kid. I had always been criticized and told to wear contact lenses, which were more comfortable. But I've never liked them before. I had a game stashed away, I only wore them on certain occasions. The truth was that I didn't mind wearing the glasses, I had been wearing them for so long that I had already gotten used to them, they were part of me, I felt strange when I wasn't wearing them.

My mother was sitting on a sidewalk having her cup of coffee. I'd already finished her breakfast.

—Good morning. —I told her as I kissed her and sit on a sidewalk for breakfast. —Good morning, Jones. —I told the old lady who was behind the counter with her back to me.

—Good morning, Anastasia. —shee said to me as I laughed, shaking my head to the side.

When I came to live in this house Jones was already working here, she has know me for over ten years and still calls me by my full name. Although I was quite insistent that she call me Ana, she didn't.

—I'll be very busy today. I've got to go now. —My mother said as she looked at her watch as she stand up from the sidewalk. —We have to pick up Ryan at the hotel.

—Where is he staying? — I asked her curiously.

Grace had already been showing him the company for a week and had never asked her where he was staying.

—At the Drake.

—I like the Drake. —I told her knowing that she had chosen the hotel.

—We didn't choose him, he chose him, apparently it's not the first time he's come to Chicago. He decided to stay there until he finds an apartment.

—Well, at least he's not a stranger in town. — my mother stared at me for a moment.

—Are you upset? — she asked me as she took one of my hands in his.

—Why would I be? —what that question came up.

—I don't know, you seem strange this morning. —I was just nervous about the new changes in the company.

—It's nothing, it'll pass in the day, I'm just a little nervous. —I said smiling at her as I continued with my breakfast.

It felt the horn of a car outside.

—That's Sawyer, I gotta go, I'm late. You mustn't be nervous. See you at the office, if I get a chance. —she said as she kissed me on the forehead and left for the door.

Sawyer was my mother's driver-bodyguard. He was one of the few people who knew about our mother-daughter relationship and my mother had made him promise not to tell anything. I think she had him sign a confidentiality agreement. I remember when Mom had tried to get me to go out with him. She were so insistent that we went out several times, but there was one small detail that my mother didn't know about it, that Sawyer was gay. He had told me about it in one of the occasions when we had gone out, he had only gone out with me so that my mother would stop insisting and not bother anymore.

But the fact that he was gay didn't take away the fact that he looked great, brunette, black hair, gray eyes and a body that was marked under the suit he always wore. No one knew his sexual orientation and wanted to keep it that way. So we just told my mom it didn't work out. After that we got along very well, we were good friends.

I finished the breakfast and headed out to the garage to get my car. It was a grey BMW i8. It had been a graduation present. According to my mother, it was unique in its kind, an exclusive model that had not yet been on the market when she gave it to me. He won it at the annual auction of Gooding & Company in Pebble Beach. I had it for two years ago and I loved driving it. I opened the door with the remote control as I approached him until I sat behind the wheel. I pressed the power button and put on my seat belt. Connect my iPod by putting a playlist in random mode. And to the beat of Ellie Goulding's Lost and Found I left for the office.

TecFall is located on Michigan Avenue, near Millennium Park. A 25-storey building entirely of steel and tempered glass, standing out from others much higher than this one. The name of the company is engraved in white on the huge double doors at the entrance to the building. The building had an underground parking lot, but in front of it there were four parking spaces available and I had the privilege that one of them was mine. After parking the car in front of the building I walked towards the entrance and stood a few meters from the doors admiring the sign above me. I took a deep breath and then entered the building by pushing one of the doors inwards.

The reception on the ground floor was huge, perfect for the number of people arriving at the company at this time in the morning. I can't remember the exact number of people who work for us, but I think it was close to thirty thousand.

But they didn't all work here, we had branches in other states and even in other countries like France, Germany and England. But our main headquarters was here. I stood there after I walked through the door a few feet from this one. It seemed like yesterday when I had first walked through these doors, and now I was afraid it was the last time I would do so. My mother Grace had told me that I would not be out of a job, but I still had my doubts. And if after a week he got tired of me and replaced me. Forget it, Ana, don't worry about any bullshit. I said to myself as I was on my way back to the elevators.

I was arriving at the elevators when my right ankle bent and I fell on the cold, polished gray and white marble floor. My glasses disappeared from my eyes as I wore one hand to my ankle. It hurt a little, but it was the result of the fall. When I touched the shoe, I noticed what I had fallen, my heel had broken.

—Great! —I exclaimed frustrated as I tried in vain to find my glasses but all I saw in front of me was a blurred version of the floor and the people around me. —This is what I needed to complete today. — I whispered as I slid my hands across the floor try to find my glasses.

This was not the first time I had lost my glasses due to a fall, it had already happened to me several times, but never at work. It's a good thing I didn't come in a dress today. And I was grateful that I liked tight jeans so much.

—Wait, let me help you. —I almost had an orgasm when I heard that voice.

It was sexy, with a slight accent, maybe British. I am grateful that I was already sprawled out on the floor because if I were to stand up I would surely have fallen on my ass when I heard him talking.

He ducked to my side on the floor. But I could only see a blurred silhouette and imagine who that voice belonged to.

He took me by the hand and helped me to stand up.

To his touch my entire body reacted by sending electric shocks all over my skin.

—Thank you. —I said once stood up to the blurred silhouette in front of me that was still holding me on both hands. —Wait a minute. —I said to him as grabbed him by his forearm and bent down to get rid of my broken heels. It was much better now.

He had muscular, strong, firm arms. And his hands felt warm and soft at the same time. The perfect hands to caress your skin for hours and exiting just with one touch. Perfect for cornering yourself in some corner and possessing you wildly. I quickly pulled my hand away from his arm as I grabbed the shoes with both hands.

I think I had to stop reading romance novels.

—I think you'll need this. — he said as he slowly put the glasses on me.

—Thank you, it's lucky they didn't break, I really don't know what I would have done... —but as soon as I had my glasses on and I saw it, the words stopped coming out of my lips and I think I was left with my mouth open.

Is official.

I just had an orgasm.

I had to look up to get a good look at him. He was tall, with black hair, shorter at the base and longer at the top, falling to the side of his face. A square jaw and blue eyes that looked at me intensely without even blinking. His lips were fleshy and appetizing and they invited you to kiss them.

I looked away from his lips, as I could feel my heart racing.

He was wearing a black suit that fit him perfectly. You could tell he was exercising regularly by the way the suit was attached to his body. He wasn't wearing a tie and was wearing a white shirt with the first button unbuttoned.

I think I've been staring at him too long.

I had judged him by his voice and his warm touch. But I had come up short. Beside me was the embodiment of perfection. And I was not perfect at all by his side, much less after the fall I imagined everyone had seen, including him. I felt my cheeks burn with shame.

—You were saying? — he asked me with a perfect eyebrow raised as I came out of my trance.

—Thank…you. —I replied as I stuttered.

Why I was stuttering, I don't stutter. My heart was beating frantically in my chest as I continued to stare into his eyes.

—Yes, you've told me that, several times. Are you all right? That's quite a fall you've taken. —he said in a firm, strong voice as I watched his lips move as he spoke to me.

Her voice had been sexy to me, but he had a voice that you should be afraid of, it's the one that dangerous people have. A voice that was supposed to make me run away and get away from him quickly. But instead I was frozen there as my eyes moved from his lips to his eyes of intense blue. I turned my gaze away from his face and directed it toward his hands, which he had put in his pants pockets in a casual, strange gesture. And I could see silver cufflinks on his shirt, in the shape of what looked like a Red Eagle in the middle. I think I'd better stop looking at him so much, he going to think I was crazy.

—I'm...fine. —I told as I looked away from him and directed to the broken shoes in my hands. — Just a little accident. — I pointed to my shoes as I felt my cheeks burning as I looked him to the eyes one more time.

I found myself without shoes standing in front of an extremely handsome and attractive stranger in my workplace. The most ridiculous and stupid situation that's ever happened to me.

—Do you need help with that? — he asked me pointing to my shoes.

—Don't worry, I think I'll manage. —I said trying to hide the nervousness in my voice.

I put a lock of hair behind my ear and put the glasses back in. I always did this when I was nervous. I couldn't understand why a stranger made me nervous. I decided I had to get away from him as soon as possible before I made a fool of myself. One like jumping on him and asking him to make love to me on the marble floor in the lobby.

Too many novels, too many novels...

I went barefoot on my way to the elevators as I said goodbye to him.

—Thank you, again. —I turned to him briefly and waved goodbye.

I walked as fast as I could to the elevators and the doors opened as soon as I was in front of them. After two people came out and looked at me funny, I came in quickly. I turned to the button panel and pressed the one on the 25th floor as I looked up at the doors. He was standing in the same place, and as we looked at each other the doors slowly closed. And I fell on the elevator floor while my shoes were falling off my hands. Who the hell was that?