Credit to AngelicaSchuyler for the plot idea.
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Valerie Collazo leaned back in her plush chair, letting out a sigh. It had been a long day in Colombian politics, and as the Colombian President, she was at the center of it all. Even after a full day of work, her to-do list was three miles long and only growing. She was over stressed and over-worked, and she seriously needed a drink. Just then, there was a knock on her office door.
"Come in!" came the tired shout.
She hoped that it wasn't something that required her immediate attention, so she could have some time to herself. Thankfully, it was only Enrique, her trusty and dependable aide. Enrique was her rock. Where others saw her as a soft, easy target, he came across as aloof and hard to read. They were opposites in appearance as well. Medium height, with black hair that was slightly graying at the temples, and a toned physique that radiated confidence, he was any woman's dream. She was taller but curvier, appearing soft and motherly. She used her looks to lull dignitaries and ministers into a false sense of security before bringing out her temper and fiendish side.
"Is everything well, Mrs. Collazo?" Enrique asked, voicing a concern that had been growing for some time.
"Please, just Valerie, no more formalities for today,"
"Of course, Valerie," Enrique amended with a smile, "Would you like a drink?"
"The usual, please."
"Of course." Enrique walked to a section of the hardwood paneled walls and pulled it away, revealing a liquor cabinet, "Rough day?"
Valerie let out a small chuckle, "You could say that."
Enrique glanced to his left to see his boss reclining in her chair with her eyes closed.
"Sit on the couch, Valerie, and unwind a little," Enrique asked, mixing his polite request with an edge of exasperation.
Valerie's office was a perfect square, with the door in the corner and her desk facing it. To the left of the door was a small seating area with couches and a table. As she left her desk and moved to the couches, she passed behind Enrique finishing up her drink. She sat, and he placed her drink in front of her.
"Oh, Enrique, I'm being rude. Get one for yourself and join me."
"No need to apologize, Valerie, you have enough on your plate." Enrique grabbed another glass and the bottle, bringing them back to the couches.
Taking a sip, Enrique said, "Relaxation is important, Valerie, you should do it more often. Go for a massage once a week."
"I don't have the time, Enrique. And besides, who could I trust? I wouldn't want a guard in the room with me."
"I believe that I could help you with that," Enrique suggested, "I am a trained masseuse, after all."
Apprehensive, yet spurred on by the ache in her shoulders, Valerie relented, "I wouldn't be adverse to that idea."
"Wonderful. Have another drink," he said as he poured her another glass, "and give me one moment to prepare."
Valerie leaned her head back and relaxed, eagerly waiting for Enrique's return. The door creaked open, revealing Enrique carrying a masseuse's table and a bottle of oil. Valerie had curled her legs up and was watching him with an amused smile.
"Where did you find a masseuse's table?"
"The spa isn't exactly far. Come lie down."
Amused, Valerie set her drink down and walked towards the table, "Where do you want me?"