The fabric clings to my body as if the designer had me in mind when he was creating this beauty. It stops just at my knees. I take a few steps forward then I squat as if I’m about to take a seat. The material is very comfortable. Great wiggle room. Who knows, he might be taking her dancing. I stand in front of the mirror. I like how one side is black and the other side is white. And the back. Wow. I run my hand over my backside. It accentuates the little butt that I do have so nicely. I smile at my reflection. I could get used to looking like this.
I take a peek at the price tag. Wow. Five hundred bucks. Oh well. In Mr. White’s world I’m pretty sure that’s coming out on the cheap end. Cheap or not. This is the one that made my mouth water. So I’m getting it.
After admiring myself for a few more minutes I finally pay for the dress then head back to the office. Mr. White’s door is close when I return. I knock.
“Enter.”
I walk inside with the large black bag dangling from my hand. He stands as I walk closer to him. “Here you go, sir.” He takes the bag from my hand and puts it into his coat closet. “And your card.” I place the card on his desk then take a few steps back.
“Thank you, Miss Riley.”
“You’re welcome.” I turn to leave his office.
“Miss Riley?”
I pause in my tracks. “Yes?” I turn to face him, waiting for his command. For some bizarre reason the desire for him to command me to come and sit in his lap and give him a deep passionate kiss builds up inside of me.
“I’ll take some coffee now.”
I smile to hide my disappointment. But of course.
Marissa & Mr. White
Friday…
The week flies by in a blur. Mr. White has kept me busy with the planning of Blondie’s…excuse me…Heidi’s party. I must admit that although this Executive Assistant job is demanding I’m actually enjoying it. This position has confirmed that this is definitely the career path I would like to continue to pursue. If things continue to go well and I get hired on after my ninety-day probationary period, I will go back to school next fall. The possibility of that happening uplifts my spirits. My mom would be very proud to know that I’m going to finish school and get my degree. She was always a stickler on finishing what we start, no matter how big or small the task. It broke her heart when I had to quit school to take care of her but she’s my mom. There was no question that her well-being came first. School will always be here. Unfortunately, we can’t say the same for those that we love.
I shake the sad thought from my mind. I have no time to allow myself to get depressed about something that I can’t change. Besides, my mom wouldn’t want me to be sad. Tonight I’m supposed to go to Club Masquerade with Bianca. That’s enough right there to keep me in great spirits for the rest of the work day. I’m looking forward to seeing the guy in white again. It’s weird. I actually missed him. Well may be not him per se but I do miss the things that he did to my body. Mmm. Yes, that’s what it is. I miss the kisses, the caresses, the nibbles, and the way he makes my body melt underneath his touch. I smile to myself as I walk up to Mr. White’s office. I knock on the door.
“Enter.”
“Mr. White, I just wanted to let you know that I’m about to take my lunch break.”
“Okay. But first, I need to give you something.”
I walk all the way into his office. “Okay.”
He stands from his desk then walks over to his coat closet. He takes out the black shopping bag that I gave him yesterday from Ulna’s. Oh no. Please don’t tell me the girl didn’t like the dress. I bite down on my bottom lip anticipating the chew out that I know is coming my way.
He hands the bag to me. “I need you tonight for an important client meeting & you need to wear this dress.”
I’m sure confusion is written all over my face. “You need me to wear this dress?” I take the bag from his hand.
“Yes, I need you to wear this dress. I will pick you up from your home at eight o’clock tonight. Please be ready.” He sits in his computer chair.
I’m frozen in place. Not only do I not understand why he has me wearing someone else’s dress, but he’s also just asked me to go with him to a client’s meeting on the night that I’m supposed to go with Bianca to Club Masquerade. Again.
“Is there a problem, Miss Riley?”
I clear my throat. "This is just very last minute. Do you really need me for this meeting?"
His eyes seem to darken as he stares into mine. "Yes, I really need you."
The way his words drip off his tongue makes me moist between my thighs. “Okay.”
I pull open my chest drawer and take out a pair of thongs. I slide the black lace material up my thighs. I don’t really like to wear thongs. I’m always tempted to pull the wedgie out of my butt but then I remember that it’s supposed to be there. If Bianca were here she’d probably tell me not to wear any panties at all. Speaking of Bianca, she almost blew a fuse when I told her that I had to cancel going to Club Masquerade with her tonight. It took a few hours for me to get over my disappointment in not being able to see my mystery man tonight but my job does come first. Being my boss’ personal “escort” is what I signed up for, apparently, when I decided to be Mr. White's assistant.
I slip into the dress that I'd purchased from Ulna's. I assume I'll be going back to Ulna's on Monday to pick out another dress. I'm sure Mr. White won't give this one to whomever he’d bought it for initially. I pull up the side zipper then do a three-sixty in my full-length mirror. I smile at my reflection. This is one of the most expensive dresses that I’ve ever worn. Time for a selfie. Who knows when this will ever happen again? I take out my cell phone and snap a few pics.
Once I’m done playing fashion model, I go to my dresser and open the ornate gold colored jewelry box that’s been in my family for three generations. I don’t wear a lot of jewelry but the ones I do wear have special memories attached. My mom gave the diamond studs I’m wearing tonight to me on my sixteenth birthday. My first ever diamonds. I haven’t worn these earrings since before my mother died.
I take my paddle brush and sweep my hair to one side then secure it in place with a few bobby pins. I want to keep my hair down but I also want to show off my earrings. I check the time. Mr. White should be arriving in a few minutes. I put on the final touches then grab my purse and heels. Before I turn off the light I stare across the hall at the dark bedroom that once belonged to my mother. My eyes prickle with tears. I touch the milestone pendant on my neck. My fingertips trace over her name. She’s here with me. I smile then click off the light switch.
I push my feet into my heels just as Mr. White pulls up to my house. I don’t give him time to walk up my driveway to greet me. I take slow, even steps toward his car. He meets me at the passenger’s side dressed in all black with a stark white silk tie and matching pocket square. I inhale then, slowly, exhale through my nose. The sight of him standing there in his suit with that arrogant smirk on his face makes me yearn for his touch. I approach the opened car door. “Good evening, Mr. White.” Thankfully my voice doesn’t give way to the flutters bouncing around in my tummy.
“Miss Riley.” His critical gaze covers every inch of me as he takes my hand. But tonight I don’t need his approval. I know I look good. A confident smile spreads across my face as I lower myself into the car. Once I’m tucked safely inside, he closes the door.
“So where are we going?” I ask once we pull off.
“To my place.”
“To your place? You needed me to get dressed up to go to your place?”
He looks over at me. “Miss Riley, do you remember on your first day working for me that I said when I give directions I expect it to be done with no questions?”
“Yes, sir, I remember you saying that.”
He turns his attention back to the road ahead. “Well this is one of those times.”
Touché. “May I ask how long do you think this meeting is going to take? Oh…I forgot to bring my t
ape recorder.”
“Miss Riley, the meeting is going to take however long it needs to take to get what needs to be done, done. And you won’t need your tape recorder for this.”
I shake my head. This is going to be a long night.
We ride in silence the twenty minutes to his apartment. We park the car in the garage. This time I don’t wait for him to open my door. I step out onto the concrete. I don’t know where this newfound confidence has come from but I like it. Mr. White’s disapproving stare tells me that he’s disappointed that I didn’t wait for him to open my door. I pretend not to notice and instead dust the imaginary lint from my dress. He walks a few steps ahead of me. We enter the elevator and he presses the button for the twenty-fifth floor. The silver doors close. My body feels heavy as the elevator ascends. Mr. White stands several inches away from me. I’m tempted to grab hold of his arm but I hold onto the railing instead. I inhale deeply and a hint of his cologne fills my nostrils. He stares above our heads at the glowing numbers as we climb to the twenty-fifth floor. I swallow hard as the elevator dings. I’m riddled with anticipation. Other than Richard, I’ve never been in the home of a man that I’m attracted to even though I know it doesn’t mean anything with Mr. White. If I didn’t work for him I’m sure I wouldn’t be stepping foot into his home. Even still, that doesn’t stop the hard, quick pulse in my throat.
We step off the elevator and walk two doors down to his apartment. He opens the door then steps aside so that I may enter. I nod my thanks to him then take my place inside the foyer. My eyes fill with wonderment as I take in my surroundings. “You have a beautiful home, Mr. White.”
“Thank you. I can’t take the credit for it. My interior designer, Marlie, is very good at what she does.” He closes the door. “This way.” He ushers me into the living room. “What can I get you to drink?”
“Water is fine. Thank you.” I take a seat on the white leather couch in front of a black coffee table. Modern and contemporary. I cock my head to the side to read the titles of the three books on his coffee table. Think and Grow Rich by Napoleon Hill, The Seven Habits of Highly Effective People by Stephen Covey and The Science of Getting Rich by Wallace Wattles. Looks like reading these books definitely paid off for him.
“I hope you like seafood.” Mr. White sits a glass of water onto a coaster on the coffee table.
“I do. Did you cook?” I smile.
“My personal chef, Armond, cooked. I am a true bachelor.” He takes a seat beside me.
Bachelor? So does that mean he doesn’t have a girlfriend? Why am I thinking about that anyway?
Mr. White takes a seat beside me on the sofa. We are knee to knee. There’s a weird flip in my tummy.
“Are you comfortable?” he asks.
I nod.
“I’m not. I’m actually a little hot.” Mr. White takes off his suit jacket then tosses it over the back of the couch. He begins to unbutton his dress shirt and remove his tie. My pace quickens. He pulls the shirt off his body. To my disappointment he has on a white t-shirt. “Ahh. That’s much better.” He rests one arm on his leg as he picks up his glass of wine with the other.
I notice a black mark just below his shirtsleeve. Is that a tattoo? Without permission, I pull his shirtsleeve up his arm and reveal more of the tattoo. My eyes widen in disbelief.
He turns his attention to me. I can’t hide the reaction on my face. He doesn’t say a word he just pulls his shirt over his head then turns his back to me.
“Oh. My. Gosh.” I put my hand to my mouth. “Mr. White…I…”
He faces me. “Austin. Call me Austin.”
I nod since I’ve literally forgotten how to speak at this point. He moves closer to me. His deep chocolate eyes stare at me intensely as his hand glides across my knee and up the inside of my thigh. I gasp when he tugs the fabric of my thong to the side. “Bringing back memories?“ he asks, just before his mouth turns up into a sexy grin. He pushes two fingers inside me and begins to work his magic. My body grinds against his hand. I bite down on my lower lip. “This time you can call out my name,” he whispers in my ear.
A third finger enters me. I moan and wrap my fingers around the wrist of his thrusting hand. Not to stop him but to slow him down. My body is seconds from erupting. He grips the back of my neck. And I lose all my strength. I’m his for the taking.
“I can’t hear you,” he whispers. His hand moves in and out faster. My mouth hangs open as I take short breaths. We stare into each other’s eyes. “I can’t hear you, Miss Riley,” he says louder now.
The sound of his groans mixed with the slapping of his hand against my wetness fill the room bringing me to my peak. “Austin…” I breathe out his name. My body shakes as a wave of pleasure washes over me. Spent, my head falls against his chest. His rapid heartbeat echoes in my ear. He then rubs his finger over the back of my neck, tracing my tattoo. I finally find the strength to lift my head to meet his gaze.
He smiles. “Good girl.” He lowers his mouth to mine and kisses me with such hunger bringing my mind back to the kiss we shared at Masquerade.
I break away from his kiss. I stare into his eyes as I hike up my dress then straddle his lap before returning my mouth to his.
Tonight will definitely be a long night.
The End
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Marissa & Mr. White
by Yolanda Allen
Copyright © 2014 Yolanda Allen All rights reserved worldwide.
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Blurb
When 22-year-old, Marissa Riley is dumped by her boyfriend six months after the death of her mother her friend, Bianca, tries to get her out of her sexual slump by inviting her to a sex club to explore and learn. There, Marissa finds a masked man in white that ignites a fire in her like she's never experienced before. Has Marissa found the key that unlocks her inner sex goddess, unleashing her red-hot appetite for a man that she thinks is just a stranger in the club?
Table of Contents
Special Delivery
What’s Missionary?
Breaking Out
Hello & Goodbye
Club Masquerade
Can You Handle It?
Satin & Lace
Against The Glass
Wing Girl
Do Me A Favor
If I Had It My Way
Marissa & Mr. White
Blurb
Marissa & Mr. White: (Sexy Contemporary Romance) Page 9
