Wrong, definitely wrong. Those were the words that ran through his head every time his gaze met yours from across the room. He had to stay away from you, at least, for now, it's a team meeting and no one could know the well-kept little secret that Carlos kept with you.

Being his engineer made you responsible for making sure he didn't fuck up on the track most of the time, and, well, it got to the point where he thanked you very nicely for that, in his bed, of course. He knew you would never deny him. It was a well-laid plan, even though no one could know about you two together, it would be a scandal—he already had many in his career.

It was a secret to be kept until the grave; if it weren't for the fact that he was terrible as hell at hiding how much he wanted you all the time, especially when you looked so beautiful sitting in that chair with your legs crossed and your pretty little face all focused on what someone was saying. He didn't even care what was being discussed, he just wanted to look at you.

Every time you moved in your chair or looked at him with a stern expression of someone who didn't want to be stared at, Carlos would smirk and look away for a few brief minutes—as much as he could handle. Just thinking about how he wishes he could pull you from that chair into his lap, or put you against the wall, or put you against the table— It didn't matter where, he wanted you.

It was getting bad, all this tension and excitement, he could feel his pants getting so fucking tight just at the thought of having you all to himself, in those formal clothes of yours that made you look way too serious. He loved seeing you like this, pretending he wasn't the best you ever had when he knew the truth.

You'd drive him crazy until it was over because there wasn't a good, non-inappropriate thought running through his mind. Even his father had already noticed that, damn, he was going to get into a huge trouble and why? Because his pretty little doll drove him crazy just by existing in his life.