“Oh yes, now I remember. Was your hair different or something, because I didn’t recognize you?”
“Actually it was back in a bun. I like to let it flow freely after business hours,” she said with undertones of flirtation.
“It’s very flattering.” Maurice said, becoming increasingly uncomfortable because he felt that the woman was seducing him right there in front of the restroom. But the fact that it was turning him on made him even more antsy. “Well, it was nice meeting you … What did you say your name was again?”
“I didn’t, but it’s Madison Monroe,” she said, extending her arm to shake his hand.
“Madison, it was very nice to meet you again. I’m sure we’ll bump into each other in the building. I also have a residence there. I better get going; I’m actually here with someone.” Maurice turned to walk away, thinking it was better to escape the beautiful woman standing before him.
As the grasp of Maurice’s hand was leaving Madison’s after their handshake, the rational side of her mind wanted to let go, but the irrational side was afraid that if she didn’t seize the opportunity, she might lose him.
“Wait,” she said so softly that Maurice didn’t even hear her. Feeling that she pulled his hand back in her grasp, when he turned toward her to see why she was forcing his hand, Madison went in for the kill. Before Maurice could say a word, their tongues were interlocked. Their bodies danced to the beating of their hearts, and without a second thought, they were locked in the bathroom, discovering a forbidden passion. With ease, Maurice’s muscular arms pinned Madison to the wall as he lifted her skirt and slipped two fingers inside her to feel how moist she was. Her wetness would give him an idea of just how badly she wanted him. To his satisfaction, her juices were drowning his fingers, and he knew she needed the real deal. With all the intensity between them, Maurice still managed to pull out his cock with the coolness of a Cheshire cat. With the shaft of his dick he played with the lips of Madison’s now faucet-dripping pussy.
“Maurice, please put it in. I need to feel all of you,” Madison pleaded. The begging sound in her voice was making his dick throb. He gazed into the seductive fuck-me eyes of the Hershey-colored beauty. He imagined his penis outlining her glistening lips and then putting all ten inches down her throat.
“Baby, how bad do you want it?” he whispered in Madison’s ear.
“A man’s touch has never felt so good, you’re driving me crazy,” a hot and bothered Madison revealed. Maurice massaged the firm but smooth ass that was spread across his hands. He then rose up her entire body and slowly slid her down his pole. Involuntarily, a scream escaped Madison’s lips. It was the best scream of pleasure she had ever experienced.
Maurice put his hand across her mouth and rocked inside her for what seemed like ten seconds. “Baby, I have to go. I want you to fix yourself up before you leave the restroom. You wouldn’t want anybody to know what a naughty little girl you’ve been.”
A stunned and speechless Madison watched as Maurice lifted her to her feet. He zipped his pants, washed his hands, and kissed her on the forehead as he exited the bathroom.
Madison wanted to vomit. She had never felt so dirty in her life. Maurice managed to make her feel like a five-dollar whore even though no money was exchanged. But what was sicker was that she wanted him back. She wanted to bust down the bathroom door and tackle him in the middle of the restaurant, not caring who witnessed her shameless supplication.
After the fifth knock on the door, Madison finally pulled it together enough to go back to her table. She walked through the restroom with her head held high as if everyone knew her secret and she wanted them to know she would survive. She purposely didn’t look in the direction of Maurice’s table, and by the time she reached Reese, another young lady was sitting in her chair. “Excuse me, this is my seat,” Madison said angrily.
“I’m sorry,” the pretty Hawaiian-looking chick said as she was getting up.
“She was just keeping me company. You were taking so long, I thought maybe you left,” Reese said jokingly, looking at the confused woman.
“Actually don’t get up—sit back down. I’m not feeling well. You all have a great time together. I’ll speak to you later, Reese.” Madison grabbed her coat and purse, fighting to keep her self-control.
“Madison, wait—we’ll leave together.”
“Reese, honestly, I wouldn’t be any fun tonight. I’m tired, and I think I’m coming down with something. I really need to go home and get some rest. I’ll call you tomorrow.” Madison ran away without even giving Reese a chance to say a word. The emotions that were running through her body were making her frantic. She didn’t like feeling out of control, and that was exactly how she felt.
When Madison got home, before she even undressed, she finished off the merlot from the dinner party she had a couple of days ago. Maurice was suffocating her entire mind and body, and she didn’t know what to do. The alcohol wasn’t numbing the anxiety, and the thought of going to sleep almost seemed more painful. Eventually time took its natural toll, and Madison passed out on the living room floor with the last drops of her wine spread on her cream rug. She awoke to the loud sound of her phone ringing, that and a throbbing headache. “Hello.”
“Wake up,” the domineering voice said.
“Who is this?” Madison asked, still half-asleep.
“You don’t recognize the voice of the man who was inside of you last night?” A shock wave shot through Madison’s veins. Her eyes opened wide, and her body became upright on the floor.
“Is this Maurice?” she asked with hesitation.
“Don’t you know? Unless you let someone else feel inside of you last night too.”
“No, only you,” she said hurriedly, as if she wanted to reassure him he was the only one.
“What time can I see you?”
“Anytime you want.”
“Don’t you have to work, Madison?”
“I’m not going in today. Actually I have to pick up the keys to my loft from Amy this afternoon.”
“Meet me in the lobby at the building around three o’clock. I’ll see you then.” Just like that, Maurice was back as if yesterday he hadn’t humiliated her by leaving her with her skirt up and horny in the bathroom. But Madison didn’t care—she was so relieved he called and wanted to see her that the humiliation seemed worthwhile. She excitedly ran to the shower to prepare for her afternoon encounter with him. As the water swallowed her up she imagined Maurice’s strong muscular body taking hers.
While getting dressed, Madison decided she wanted to downplay her hooker role of last night and give off a more conservative look.
She wore her Michael Kors cashmere cardigan with fur collar and coffee-colored low waist paints, which fit perfectly on her tall frame. Her brown leather boots with light gold enamel bamboo heel gave her an additional four inches. The finishing touch was the brown Gucci fox fur hobo purse with dark brown leather trim, light gold hardware, and bamboo ring details. With her long hair pulled up in a ponytail and makeup perfectly applied, Madison was the vision of a top-notch catch. Any man would cut off his right arm just to know her name.
“Good morning, Erica.”
“Hi, Ms. Monroe. I have the folder prepared for your new client. It’s on your desk.”
“Wonderful. I won’t have time to review it today because I only stopped by to pick up a couple of things. I would like for you to type a memo to be handed out to all the employees letting them know that Monday morning we will be having a mandatory staff meeting.” Erica nodded her head, acknowledging the memo would be prepared accordingly. “Do I have any messages?”
“A few people wanted to go directly to your voice mail, and all other messages are also on your desk.”
“Thanks. If I need anything before I leave, I’ll let you know.”
“By the way, Ms. Monroe, you always look beautiful, but today you’re breathtaking.”
“Thank you. I appreciate the compliment,” Madison said a
s she closed the door to her office. She truly did appreciate the compliment from her proficient assistant. What she truly hoped was that Maurice would share her opinion.
“Ms. Monroe, Eric Chambers is on line one.”
“Put him through. Hi, Eric.”
“Madison, Madison, Madison, where have you been?”
“I just spoke to you yesterday,” she said, annoyed by the sound of his voice.
“It seems so much longer. Maybe it’s because we haven’t spent any quality time together.”
“Quality time should be shared with family. You know, like the family you have at home—dutiful wife, a couple of cute kids—that family.”
“No need to get smart. All I’m saying is that I miss you. We shared some wonderful times together. Is it wrong for me to want that again?”
“Yeah, when you’re a married man. It’s too early in the morning to have this discussion. I’m swamped, and I’m actually on my way to pick up the keys to my new place.”
“So you finally found a place? Congratulations! Maybe one day you’ll invite me over for a drink—you know, for old times’ sake. I’ll let you go, but I will be seeing you next week for our meeting.”
“No doubt, business always comes first. Bye-bye.” Madison nibbled on the blueberry muffin from Dunkin’ Donuts she swooped up on her way to work. It was her favorite morning snack, but due to the bubbles in her stomach, taking a whole bite seemed impossible. The bubbles came from the sheer excitement of seeing Maurice again. Nothing had ever really excited Madison this much. Yes, she was ecstatic about her new loft, she was proud when she graduated from Harvard, her father’s alma mater, at the top of her class, she was even thrilled when she lost her virginity at sixteen to the captain of the basketball team, but this was different. Nothing made her lose her appetite and her concentration at work, and nothing gave her bubbles in her stomach—until now. This feeling was new, and it was freaking her out. Unable to focus, she gathered a couple of documents she needed to review and left her office. “I’m heading out, Erica, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Have a great day, Ms. Monroe,” Erica said, thinking that her boss didn’t seem herself.
When Madison arrived at Amy Duncan’s office, her defense mode went up. Even though the ditzy blonde swore everything was a go, Madison wouldn’t be a believer until the keys and the paperwork were in her hands. “Hi, I’m Madison Monroe. I’m here to see Amy Duncan.”
“Yes, Amy is expecting you,” the cheery receptionist said in an almost singing voice.
Fhank goodness she doesn’t work for me, All that happiness would make me choke, Madison thought to herself.
“Hi, Madison. Follow me. You look beautiful this morning. I love your attire,” Amy said, continuing to praise Madison. It was all flattering, but she wanted her damn keys.
“Thank you. You’re too kind,” she lied, thinking nothing was kind about Amy. The woman simply rubbed her the wrong way.
“Have a seat. I know you already went over the paperwork with your attorney and accountant. I just need for you to sign this last document to finalize everything.”
Madison read the paper, realizing it was the bullshit form saying you would forfeit your deposit if you decide you don’t want the apartment for any reason other than it basically blowing the fuck up. Madison blessed the document with her autograph, snatched up her keys, and left. On her way out the door, her cell phone rang, and it was her dear friend Kristen.
“What’s good, Kristen?”
“Nothing, I had to stop in the city to look at a gift I want to get Kevin for Christmas. I’m finished and wanted to know if you had time for a late breakfast or early lunch?” Madison eyed her watch and realized she still had a couple of hours to kill.
“That would be great. Let’s go to my favorite diner on Fifty-fourth Street. I have the taste for their French toast.”
“Cool, I’ll see you in fifteen, twenty minutes.” On her way to the diner, Madison stopped by the newspaper stand and purchased the InStyle magazine with Katie Holmes on the cover. That was her favorite magazine, and it always gave her ideas to enhance her already labeled-out wardrobe.
To Madison’s surprise, Kristen was already seated and having a cup of tea by the time she reached the table. “Were you around the corner or something?”
“Please, you know my fifteen minutes is your thirty. But forget about that—you look unbelievable. You’re more on point than usual—who are you trying to impress?”
“Excuse me. You know how much I love fashion.”
“Yeah, I do, but honey, you’re working it from the eighteen-karat yellow-gold chandelier earrings with rock crystals to the pointed-toe boots. Something is up. I want to say a man, but you’ve never really taken any of them that seriously to do it up like this on a Thursday morning. You finally made it to that legendary Oprah Winfrey couch and preparing what outfit to wear for the sit-down? I mean, what is up?”
“Kristen, you missed your calling as a stand-up comedian.”
“Don’t play with me. I’m your best friend. That slick talk isn’t going to fly this way.”
“Fine, it’s a man,” Madison admitted with discomfort in her voice.
“Are you serious, what man is this? I never thought I would hear those words come out your mouth.”
“Tell me about it.”
“I know it isn’t Reese Alexander.”
“No, it isn’t him.”
“Okay, but before we continue about this new man that has your head all wired up, did you and Mr. Movie Star do a little bumping and grinding that night?” Kristen asked as she leaned back and rested her face in her hand, ready to suck up some information.
“Yeah, we did, and it was good but nothing I wanna talk about.”
“I don’t give a damn what you want to talk about. You got down and dirty with that fine-ass young nigga and you don’t want to talk about it? Hmm, you got to come up with something better than that. Seeing that sexy motherfucker motivated me to head to the gym and get my workout on. I was like, ‘Madison can’t have all the fun. I was that bitch before Kevin knocked me up and I had the baby.’ You know how we use to roll.”
“I remember, but you’re a married woman. So even when you get back down to that perfect size six, the only person besides yourself that will get a hard on about it is your husband.”
Kristen rolled her eyes and smacked her lips as if Madison didn’t have a clue what she was talking about. “Anyway back to fine-ass Reese.”
“Listen, he had a nice-size dick. He twisted me out from the kitchen to the bathroom until we finally made it to his bedroom. His tricks were no more elaborate than the other actors I fucked. Now are you satisfied?”
“Yeah, but honey, somebody got you sprunuuuug! It’s not just in your eyes—it’s like it has spread all over your face. Damn, M and M, you got it bad. Somebody put that Usher song on: ‘You got, you got it bad if you miss a day without your friend your whole life’s off track, ooh you got it bad when you’re out with someone but you keep thinkin’ ‘bout somebody else, you got it baaaad,’ “ Kristen continued to sing the song.
“If Usher heard your sorry-ass rendition of his ballad, you might send him into retirement.”
“Oh, well, who is he, Madison?”
“His name is Maurice Hunter. He owns the building I’m moving into. He is like the epitome of the ideal black man.”
“That means he has a big dick, deep pockets, and fine as hell,—is he married?”
“Not yet, but I’m hoping I’ll be his wife.”
“Girl, now I know you’ve lost your mind. This motherfucker got you so open that you’re talking about getting married. Damn, that nigga must be working with the size of a big-ass baby bottle and can eat a mean pussy. He got a brother?”
“Kristen, this conversation is over. We’ve been sitting here talking for over an hour and still haven’t ordered our food. It’s almost two o’clock, and I have to leave in forty-five minutes.”
“You are
going to meet your love machine. Well, make sure you keep me updated. But be careful, Madison. Any man that has you jumping through hoops is dangerous. Keep that in mind.”
The ladies finally ordered their food, and Madison listened to Kristen go on about her humorous domestic life. As funny as the stories were, Madison still had Maurice on the brain. She actually wished it was he who was sitting across from her telling a funny story rather than her best friend. Of course, she would never tell Kristen that, because her friend would have her committed to the mental institution without any further discussion. After devouring their meals, the two ladies kissed good-bye and Madison hopped in a cab to meet the man of her dreams.
Madison walked back and forth, waiting for Maurice to arrive. It was now three thirty, and there still was no Maurice in sight. She sat down on the couch in the lobby, but she was so antsy, she couldn’t stay still. She even considered going upstairs to take a look at her loft but was afraid she would miss the opportunity to see Maurice. Then she questioned whether he said three o’clock and if the lobby was the correct meeting place. As all the doubts rattled in her head, she saw Maurice casually stroll in with a very pretty young woman. She had his same caramel complexion and was petite with shoulder-length curly hair. Jealousy instantly spread through Madison’s body like a contagious disease. She was desperate to gain her composure before the two reached her.
“Hi, Madison. I hope you weren’t waiting too long,” Maurice said casually.
“Well, you did say to be here at three.”
“No, I said around three.”
Madison laughed uncomfortably before saying, “Oh, I must have missed that part. No big deal.”
“This is my personal assistant, Tonya.”
“Nice to meet you,” the woman said.
“Nice to meet you too,” Madison said, hoping her insecurity wasn’t detected.
“Tonya, I have to handle some business with Madison. I’ll meet you in my office in a couple of hours.”
Madison felt a surge of discontent hearing that Maurice was planning to set aside only a couple of hours for her. She had hoped that this time tomorrow they would still be luxuriating in the bed somewhere.
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