by Amy Brent
Silence filled the room as they both waited for the other to say something. He finally went first.
“So I don’t know what you're up to “Linda” but I can assure you no good will come of it.”
She spun around and face him, her eyes full of fire. “What are you talking about? I am not up to anything I had no idea who you were last night.” She clenched her fists and he smiled at her.
“It seems you're more passionate in more ways than one.” He watched her face flush and she relaxed slightly.
She faced him now, looking him over. “Last night was… well wonderful, but I didn’t know you would be gone this morning. But then I didn’t think I’d run into you like this either.”
“I assumed leaving was just simpler. Did you enjoy breakfast?” He smiled.
She sat down in a chair across from him. “Yes, and thank you.” She picked at the string on the leather of the chair.
He looked at her closely, she was in a black and white dress, her body fitting its curves into every inch of it. Looking at her today she was even more beautiful than she had seemed last night.
“I really enjoyed last night, and not just the obvious part of it. I enjoyed talking to you. You’re a smart girl.”
“Well, I'm not a girl, I'm a woman so there's that. I am smart I graduated at the top of my class and I want to get in on the ground floor somewhere and make something of myself.”
“So you do want the job?” He gave her a smile and watched her turn another shade of red.
She crossed her arms angrily. “I don’t really think that’s a good idea, do you?”
He stared at her hard and long thinking of the best way to answer her question. On one hand, she was more than qualified for the job, but on the other he would have to look at her all day, and never get anything done.
“I leave that up to you.”
Chelsea
She glanced up at him, and the smile he seemed to have plastered on his face. He was gorgeous, even if he was a little older. His hair was almost black with just a slight tinge of gray at the temples and the goatee suited him. He seemed unbothered by all of this, which she found strange considering she was his friend's daughter.
“This whole thing with us… we have to forget it ever happened. I mean, if I am working here.” She waited for his response.
He exhaled sharply. “That may be a problem, I want you again right now.” She glanced up to meet his eyes and she felt the heat rush through her. There was no doubt that he knew she felt the same thing.
Standing, she decided to go find another place to wait for her father. She smoothed down her dress and grabbed her things to go.
“I should probably go find a place to wait for him.”
He stood then moved across the room to stand in front of her. “He will be at least a couple hours. At least have lunch with me.”
She felt the passion coursing through her the closer he stood to her. Instead of touching her, like she thought he would do he moved towards the door. She nodded at him, what harm could come for lunch?
Once in a public place the atmosphere changed drastically. He easily slipped into corporate mode, his tone changing and shifting as he talked about the company. She found herself enthralled with him, listening as he spoke and asking questions along the way.
“So when we see a company, we want to take it.” He gave her a smile as the food was delivered.
She frowned at him. “It seems to me there is a better way to do it, some sort of finesse in the way you handle things.”
“Such as?”
“Have a floater, one who goes in schmoozes things over, you know makes nice.” She took a long drink. “That way there is a friendly partnership and not just someone taking something from someone else.”
He leaned back in his chair. Watching her and she felt the tension rising in the air.
“You are so beautiful Chelsea. I don’t know how you're not married and settled already.”
“Would that make all of this easier for you Reg? Me being saddled with a husband and a baby?”
She watched his face shift and she knew she had touched a nerve.
“Anyway, I'll happily take their position if you will have me.” She felt the double meaning in her words and she blushed profusely.
“Even that, the blushing… it makes me crazy Chelsea.” They looked at each other long and hard only to be interrupted by a waiter.
He walked with her back towards the car, parked in an alcove. Once more she was lost in thought as she moved. He touched her lower back with the palm of his hands and she jumped.
“I can't help but be a gentleman Chelsea, I won't hurt you.” He paused at the car, brushing a wisp of hair back from her face.
She glanced up at him quickly. “I know you wouldn’t hurt me Reg, I'm not sure how but I know that. It’s just you… drives me crazy.”
His mouth crushed hers in a searing kiss and she felt her body respond to him. Winding his hands in her hair, he pulled her to him, pressing the length of his body against hers. The kiss went on, both eager to feel the other until finally he pulled away.
“We can’t do this, I don’t know what's wrong with me, you're my friend’s daughter for goodness sake, and I am old enough to be your father. It wouldn’t work.” He swore and dropped his hands.
She felt his rejection like a bitterness that swallowed her up. “Don’t worry Reg., I won't be a problem in the office or out.”
The ride back was almost awkward in the silence that surrounded them. She felt his eyes on her more than once, but she held fast to his deep rooted ideas about what he could or couldn’t do with her. Once they made it back, she made her way into the building, leaving him to follow her. She had almost succeeded in ignoring him completely until she felt him hook her elbow and pulling her into an empty office space.
“What Chelsea, what is wrong? You seem fine, then I kiss you and now you are pissed off at me!?”
“I'm not angry Reg.” She yanked her arm back. “I don’t know what I am to tell the truth. I have this night with you, and now we can't even be in the same room without fighting or touching each other.”
“I didn’t know who you were Chelsea..”
“Or what Reg? You wouldn’t have fucked me last night? Wouldn’t have woken me up in the middle of the night to touch me and then have breakfast delivered so you could run?
“That’s not fair, Chelsea… or Linda. I have done nothing wrong, in fact, you invited yourself home with me if my memory serves me correctly.”
She felt the impact of his words, knowing full well he was right. She sighed, looking up at him.
“You're right, about everything. I don’t know what I expected. I’m sorry Reg, really.” She slipped out of the room and back up the stairs, opting to wait for her father somewhere else in the building.
She was sitting in the main lobby reading when he finally showed up. He smiled at her as she stood and joined him. He was a good guy and moving back was the best thing she could have done.
“What you want for dinner, Chelsea?”
“Anything is good, I can cook something when we get home.”
“Oh no… Reggie told me you got the job, so tonight I am taking us to dinner.” He smiled at her.
She felt a sinking sensation in her stomach, either from the excitement of working with him, or simply seeing him again tomorrow.
Reginald
He said the words, but had his reservations about it now that Ben was gone. She would be a wonderful asset to have on the team, but he would have to stay away from her for good. There was something about her that made him want to do more, or push the company into being better somehow. He thought about going out, but there was something unsettling about it now. Chelsea had put him on edge about meeting women in bars.
He went home his focus on work, and of what he was doing with himself. Maybe there was more to life than just womanizing and making money. He knew he had no right to even think about her in any way at all.
She was too young for him, too sweet and innocent. His age and life experience would break her down and he wouldn’t do that to her, despite the second guessing he was doing about the situation.
She was waiting for him the next morning, all smiles and indifference. He looked her over, his stomach flip flopping as she bent over the desk to get a folder that had all of the upcoming appointment files. She excused herself and made her way out and into her office, and he could do nothing more than watch her go.
The next two weeks he saw her, working beside her in many things. She did her best to be pleasant, but he could still see something in her eyes and he felt awful for it. He found himself. At the beginning of the third week he decided to go find her once and for all, they had to clear the air. Wondering about her all the time was doing no good.
“You’ve been busy, ” He took in the work space she had been given. There were various stacked invoices and property deed all neatly sorted into manageable stack and everything was arranged so that she could sort and file things away.
She turned to look at him with a smile on her face. “Yes, in fact, there are a lot of things I want to go over with you, can we set aside some time to work on it?”
“Sure, Chelsea. In fact, I have a couple hours now.”
“Great” She dug out a file to give him, both of them settling in to discuss it. He could smell her perfume, and that only made him think of the smell of her skin. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and looked down at the form once more.
“Reg, I just wanted to thank you for accepting my apology and for making it so that I can work here. I love the work, and there are so many ideas I have.” She looked so sincere, he couldn’t help but smile at her.
“Chelsea you had no reason to apologize. I'm glad you’re here. In fact, I wanted to ask you something.” He paused when Brian Sommerville came into the room.
“Brian hey there.” Reg held out his hand to the young associate.
“Mr. Covington, hello sir.” He stood up straighter, nodding at him, clearly seeking approval. “I just wanted to confirm dinner with Chelsea, and then I'll be on my way.”
She smiled at him sweetly, and Reg felt his stomach turn. After he was gone he stood, frowning as he thought about Chelsea with that young idiot. He walked over to look at the increasing pile of documents.
“Chelsea, I think I am going to go get a drink, think we could move this to my office in say, an hour?”
“Sure sounds good, I'll see you there.” She never glanced up at him and the pain he felt was intense.
He made his way into his office, all the while he clenched his fists in frustration. So she was dating, he should be happy for her in that. The fact of the matter was that he simply wasn’t. In fact the idea of Somerville touching her at all set him on fire. He was waiting for her when she arrived, more determined now than ever to prove that he still affected her.
Chelsea
She smiled as she heard him leave her office. Everything was as it should be. She was in love with the fool, and when it had happened she wasn’t sure. She smiled to herself, remembering the look on his face when he had gone, there was some distaste over her choice in dating partner there, she just knew it.
Over the last two weeks they had worked together, but the underlying tension was still present. She had thought to tell him how she felt, and tell him about the other thing, but she wanted him to face his feelings first. She turned to go, catching herself cupping her stomach slightly. She knew so much that would change everything. She turned to go, casually making her way to his office where he was no doubt pacing and waiting.
She opened the door and he stood by the window, lost in thought and she had to home she was the reason why. She paid no attention to him as he turned to face her. She walked over to the window to join him, looking casually down into the streets below.
“Busy day out there, isn’t it,” she smiled at him sweetly and soon she found herself in his arms once more.
She kissed him back, uncaring about anything other than the way he felt, his mouth and his touch both consuming her in fire only he could create. She kissed him back her body melting into his hands. Until the door opened.
“What the hell are you doing to my daughter Reggie.” He moved quickly, coming between the two of them in a rush of motion.
“Oh no.” She moved between them, doing her best to calm the already festering situation. “Dad calm down, he isn’t doing anything I didn’t want him to.”
She looked at Reg, his face, glancing between both her and her father. “Ben, listen I know you won't believe this, but I never meant for it to happen… I didn’t even know who she was.”
“You son of a bitch, I don’t care. You know now don’t you? Damn Reggie she could be your daughter.”
“Alright Dad, that’s enough! I am a grown woman and I can do who and whatever I want.”
Her father looked at her, and swore once more before he stormed out, leaving her to face Reg alone. She didn’t look at him, instead she made her way across the room to quietly lock the door behind her father. Walking back over to him she felt the pain he was feeling, his head he held in his hands and he looked up at her.
“Well, that didn’t go well at all.” He tried to joke, but it was clear that he was concerned.
“I meant what I said Reg, I'm a grown woman.”
“Yes, you are Chelsea, but that doesn’t make what he said any less right as well.”
“None of that matters to me, you know that.” She tried to get him to look at her.
“No, I guess not now. I mean really Chelsea Simmons?”
Finally, he looked up at her and she felt his anger boiling up. “That kid is green as hell, and there is no way he is going to keep you satisfied… in any way.”
She had him exactly where she wanted him. “Well, you didn’t want me so that’s not really for you to say now is it?” She turned, ready to storm out and he was on her in an instant.
She felt him pulled her to him roughly, his face inches above hers. The kiss was demanding and full of emotion. There were not words between them as they pulled the clothes from each other, tossing them on the floor of his office. He buried his head in the crook of her neck as he fell onto the soft leather of the couch in the office space, in front of the window. She straddled him, feeling his hands on her everywhere at once. He nipped his way down her body, feasting on her upturned breasts, first one and then the other.
Unlike before this was rough, eager and demanding. She held them up to his mouth offering herself to him, and the onslaught of his mouth. She felt his hands grazing and dipping lower until he was rubbing and moving over her wet heat, seeking and searching for proof of her excitement. She wanted release, needed it and moved her hips against his hands, grinding into his fingers until he stopped her, then moved to gently to shift his weight until she took control, gently sliding the length of him inside her as she rode down on him.
She felt herself overthinking for a moment, offering her weight was an issue, he made quick work of that by gripping her hips, and pulling her down onto him until she was full of his length. She stopped momentarily, the feel of him almost overwhelming as she slowly moved, rocking on him, until she found a satisfying rhythm that they both enjoyed. She slid first up and then back down on him, moving in slow circled up and down the length of him, slowly, languidly until he finally had enough. He gripped her hips in his hands holding her there for a long moment and he then moved once more.
“Stand up Chelsea.”
She did as he asked, waiting her breath coming in short gasps until he stood behind her, his hands sliding up her hips and across her stomach to cup her full breasts from behind. She leaned back against him, the soft hair on his chest pressing into her back as he tugged and pulled on her nipples until he knew they were full and hard. Gently then he pushed her forward, until she was standing beside the couch, she felt the pressure of his hands as he bent her over it until the hardness of her nipples were pressed into the sof
t leather arm of the couch. Her backside faced up at him and she felt him moving, running his hands up her inner thighs until he moved and she felt the pressure of him.
She moaned loudly as he pushed into her from behind, reveling in the new sensations she was feeling. He slid in slowly, first moving a little more of him at a time until he was fully pushed to the hilt. She moved slightly at the fullness of him, raising her leg until it rested on the couch and she was more open to him. He moved then, pushing into her with such deep thrusts she gasped with each push. Soon they found the age old rhythm as she arched her back to take every inch of him. She felt her body tensing up as she neared the peak of excitement. Soon she moaned loudly as she crested the peak, and he soon followed.
She felt him lean on her for a moment, before he was gone again. She took a deep breath and stood, carefully redressing and tidying up from the experience. She looked at him, but he dressed, avoiding her eyes. She felt eh heat between them still, knowing there was more that needed to be talked about. Finally, he looked up at her.
“I’d say I'm sorry, but I'm not Chelsea. I've wanted to touch you for weeks, and then that damn kid came in eager and…” He trailed off.
“I don’t want him Reg, you know that.” She waited, pausing to look at him.
He ran a hand through his hair. “That’s not the point, you should want him…. You should go out with him.”
She felt the pain start deep down. “You don’t mean that Reg, I know you don’t.”
“I can't give you what you want Chelsea.” He gave her a pained look.
“You don’t even know what I want, you never seem to think about asking me what I want.”
She grabbed her things, and spun around to leave. Giving him one last look before she was gone.
Reginald
He watched her go, hating himself for touching her, for loving her and for everything in between. What he hated the most was hurting her, of all things, he never meant for her to hurt. He had sworn to not even bring up Simmons, to not say or do anything to let her know he was bothered by him, but it had been too much, and now he had basically pushed her towards him.
