Ask Me What You Want (Pídeme lo que quieras)

-Wait, wait, wait a second. -What? What is it?

-Hold on. -What's wrong?

-You came out. -Oh, okay.

-You like that? -Yeah. Just go a little faster.

-Faster, like this? -Yeah. Come on. Go faster.

-You wanna go on top, maybe? -No, no, no. Just keep going.

- I'm about to-- -Come on.

Faster, Fernando. Faster, faster.

I'm out of breath, babe.

I can't go any faster.

So, this is Fernando, my ex.

The guy I swore to myself I'd never hook up with again.

That was totally incredible, babe.

Mm-hm.

Wasn't it amazing?

-Yeah, it was. -What's wrong?

Well, as I'm sure you can tell,

my sex life leaves a lot to be desired.

But I guess you could say that love and sex

were never my biggest priorities.

I'm gonna take a shower.

-But believe me... -Want some company?

That's okay. You're gonna be late for work.

That was about to change in ways

I never could have expected.

By the way, my name's Judith. Judith Flores.

And a few months ago, all I could think about

was becoming the youngest account executive

in the history of Muller Pharmaceuticals.

But as they say, if you wanna make God laugh, make a plan.

Sorry.

They say the first 10 sentences in a novel

are the most important ones.

Those 10 sentences need to entice you,

seduce you into reading the rest of the story.

Well, Eric and I didn't need 10 sentences.

We didn't even need 10 seconds.

Miguel. Miguelito. Good morning.

Morning, Monica.

Come in.

So, games and beers tonight?

I've got to finish this report first.

Come on, take a break.

-Dinner, anyone? - I'm still working

on the Q1s for the branch office.

Send it to me when you're done.

Monica, I'm sorry if this isn't the right time,

but I was wondering if you'd considered that promotion

to Finance we talked about.

I've been here for three years.

You're totally right. It's not a good time.

-So, Miguel, are you in? -Am I in?

I would have every breakfast,

lunch and dinner with you if you asked.

Well, we'd better get going then.

See you tomorrow.

-Traitor. -Sorry, I'm a sellout.

Next time I'm buying.

When your salary is anywhere close to mine, baby.

Well, I'm gonna have to repay you for dinner somehow, right?

Oh, really?

-What did you have in mind? -Do you really wanna know?

All kinds of things.

Careful, Miguel. I'm still your boss.

Maybe in the office.

-But out here, I'm in charge. -

Okay, then.

Who's the boss now?

You are. You're the boss.

Damn, Monica.

-You want it? -Yes.

-You want me to fuck you? -Yes.

What?

Don't stop.

- -

- -

Shit.

Oh, shut up.

I see you spend all day licking your balls,

and I don't say a single word.

Excuse me.

- -Sorry.

- -

It's a nice day out there.

Hard to tell from inside an elevator.

Yeah, that's a good point.

You okay?

Honestly, I've always had this sort of phobia

of being stuck in an elevator.

So, if the doors don't open pretty soon,

I'm scared I may have some kind of meltdown.

Meltdown?

Uh, yeah, like a little freak out.

You start frothing at the mouth,

and then your head starts spinning around violently

like that little girl from the Exorcist.

And you get a cute little rash on your neck like I have now.

No, don't do that.

You'll make it worse.

Um...

Want a piece of gum?

I'm definitely gonna have one. They're strawberry flavored.

Judith Flores.

Well, it's nice to meet you, Ms. Flores.

And you. What's your name, then?

- - Eric.

Eric.

You didn't tell me you were coming in today.

I didn't think I had to.

Oh. Have you met Judith Flores yet?

She wrote the report I sent you last night.

Mr. Zimmerman, my deepest condolences

about the news of your father's passing.

I'd really appreciate it if, from this point onwards,

we don't mention my father in this office anymore.

Eric, come on. We have a lot to discuss.

-Mm. -Shall we step into my office?

After you.

Have you seen the new boss? He's sculpted like a Greek God.

I don't know. To me, he's just another

Calvin Klein model with a nice face and zero personality.

That's all I need.

Greek gods wear underwear too, you know.

I care more about what's in his underwear.

This has to be rewritten.

He didn't like your restructuring proposal.

He wants to maximize profits by any means necessary.

Typical rich-kid-who's-just- inherited-Daddy's-company bullshit.

He wants results, but has no concrete ideas on how to get them.

And who ends up getting screwed in all this?

We do. Because he's untouchable.

Judith, are you listening to me?

Yeah.

-Untouchable. -Sweetie.

I don't know for sure, but it seems like

he wants to get rid of the branch offices.

But hasn't he seen the numbers?

I doubt he's even looked at them.

Anyway, it has to be redone with the new targets.

The offices that can't get it done are toast.

-But by when? -By today, Judith. Asap.

New bosses are impatient. Get used to it.

And please close the door on your way out.

-Huh? -Close the door, Judith.

- -

-I just love an empty office at night. - Shh.

-What if Judith's still here? - Even better.

She might enjoy herself and forget about work.

Look, she left the report and went home.

That means we're all alone.

So, tell me.

How are you gonna fuck me today?

The real question is, how are you gonna fuck me, Monica?

-You like to watch? -

Mr. Zimmerman, I thought you...

- -I thought you left. I...

I left the new numbers report in your office.

Call me Eric.

You're my boss. So, if you don't mind,

I'm gonna call you Mr. Zimmerman, Mr. Zimmerman.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Wait. Stay here with me.

Relationships between company employees are strictly forbidden.

Being strictly forbidden is what makes it so hot.

No?