by S. C. Adams
I take it and invite him inside. He has a long wool trench coat over a nice suit, and he looks amazing. I know what’s under the clothes, but this guy cleans up well. He steps by me and thanks me, then greets Hailey, who has her jaw on the floor.
She grabs her purse, finishes her wine, and comes up to me. “I forgot that I have a project to do.” As she leaves she gives me a look that says “Get him!” and nudges me with her hip.
I shut the door and join Alex in the living room. He looks all clean-cut and sexy, and I’m here in a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. I’m sure I look like a mess.
“Thank you for returning it, but you didn’t have to come to my apartment. You could’ve had the front desk send it to me or put it in my mailbox.”
“I wouldn’t have wanted you to worry about missing your wallet. That’s kind of important.”
“Well, thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
He comes close to me, and I expect him to want to kiss me. We agreed to one night, just one. Then he surprises me by grabbing my hand and bringing it to his lips. His eyes are locked with mine as he kisses the back of my hand. Then he leaves, and I am just beside myself.
I head to my window to watch him leave my building. There’s a nice-looking black car sitting out by the curb. Alex leaves the building and gets into the back of the car. A few moments later my phone buzzes, and I run over to read it.
You look just as beautiful in your pajamas as you do in nothing.
My cheeks go red. I can’t believe the text I just got from him.
Was that your car?
Mine as in I own it. Perhaps someday I can take you for a ride. And then show you the car.
LOL. Could you take me for a ride in the car?
Only if you promise to wear another thong.
How about a miniskirt and no panties?
Even better. I’ll even let you sit on my lap if you’re good.
He sounds so sexy right now. He’s got my blood pumping and my panties hot. How can he do this? He’s just a one-night stand. No other guy has done this. No other guy has got me so hooked.
5
Alex
I haven’t stopped thinking about Claire. Sure, there have been other women that have messaged me from FLICK, but none of them have kept my interest like her. We’ve been texting each other back and forth almost constantly. She’s got me hot and bothered. I want to see her again.
Just a fling, a one-night stand—that’s all that was supposed to happen. But how could I leave it at that when she left her wallet behind? I couldn’t just hand it over to someone else. I did the right thing in returning it to her personally.
There was something there, though; when I looked into her eyes, I could see it. She wanted me to stay, but that couldn’t happen. Even her friend noticed right before she excused herself. I’d like to get to know this woman more, but maybe I’m just acting a fool. This is the first date I’ve been on in years. Something couldn’t possibly come out of something as simple and meaningless as a fling with a woman off the internet.
“Daddy!” I hear my little girl running down the stairs into the kitchen where I have her waffles and juice all ready for her.
“Sadie! How are you, Princess?”
I scoop her up and give her a big hug and a kiss before sitting her down to eat breakfast. Imelda comes wandering in, holding her first cup of coffee. She smiles at me, and I smile back.
“So, I heard someone’s birthday is coming up. Do you know who that might be?”
Sadie gets the biggest smile across her face. “My birthday!”
“What do you want for your birthday?”
She starts going on and on about toys she wants and the theme. Imelda snickers on the other side of the island. Our eyes meet and we have a silent conversation.
“Really? All of this?”
“You asked her.”
Sadie tells me that she wants a big princess party with pink and glitter and balloons. She says she wants a pony; that, however, is where I draw the line. A pony does not make for an indoor pet. Then she proceeds to tell me what kind of dress she wants to wear, with bows, frills, and sparkles.
Imelda finally stops her. “You’re going to be late for school, reinita.”
With that, Sadie stuffs the last bit of her waffle into her mouth, hops off the stool, and runs back upstairs to find her backpack.
“You’re gonna do all that?”
I’m at a loss for words, trying to organize all the ideas she had.
“Invitations, princess cake, decorations, the dress. You can’t forget about the dress,” Imelda jokingly scolds.
“And the pony?”
She scoffs and waves her hands at me. “You’ll find a way to make reinita’s birthday fantastico. You always do.”
Sadie runs back down, and Imelda gets her together, coat and all. They head to the door. Imelda wags her finger at my girl, who runs back to give me a big hug and kiss.
“Love you, Daddy!”
I wave them out. “Love you too, sweetheart. Imelda, you’re a goddess.”
“Lo se pues,” she laughs.
After getting myself ready, I head out to work. It’s not a bad commute, but I still hate the Manhattan traffic. Granted, I’m not the one driving, so it makes the trip better. The driver parks, and I head up to my office.
Once there I take a moment to review the tasks for the day, then decide to put it off until later. I pull up the internet on my computer and start searching for party planners that can do a fifth-birthday party. It seems like a lot of planners choose to either specialize in only kids or absolutely no kids.
Then I remember that our company hosted a party somewhere, and we had a really good planner for that event. I grab my cell and call up Phil, even though he’s just down the hall.
“Dude!”
“Hey, Phil. Do you happen to remember the company we went through to do that big party for the Z-moto?”
“Uh… Premiere Party Planning? Perfect Party Planning? Precious? Something with a P. I do remember the triple P, though. Lots of good laughs about that one.”
“That’s what the internet is for.”
“Haha! Totally.”
“Later, man.”
“Later.”
I take to the internet again to find this company and am quite surprised when it comes right up. I find the number and give it a call. A pleasant woman picks up with a thick Brooklyn accent. I ask her if they do kids’ parties, and she tells me that they do all sorts of parties, from A to Z.
She starts to tell me about the rates for different things, and I interrupt her. “Who do you have that would be able to plan this? Do have someone specific or what?”
“Nah. All our plannahs can do any pahty. You should come by today and pick one. You can tawk to ’em and find one that fits you.”
“Thank you. I’ll be by around one.”
“We’ll see yah then.”
I continue through my day, getting all of the reports out that need to be done. The floor coffee wench, as she is so lovingly referred to, comes by to get everyone their coffee. She knows that’s what we call her, and she seems to enjoy it. Unlike most companies, she is not one of our interns. She works in accounting but has to get up to stretch every now and then. Plus, she’s a bit older and seems to enjoy flirting with the young men when she brings them coffee.
She comes into my office and brings me a cup, filled to the brim. I thank her and she smiles, then winks. I look down at my latte to find a little heart drawn in the foam. I smile at her and blow her a kiss before she walks out to give the next person their cup. Sweet lady.
The hours are long and go by slowly, but they pass nonetheless. Once the clock strikes 12:20 p.m., I rise and head to the elevator. I’ve planned a little extra time, knowing that I’m going to have to answer at least five questions on my way across the floor.
The car is already waiting for me downstairs and takes me straight to the planner’s building. It’s
in a more artsy neighborhood with paintings on the sides of most of the buildings. Theirs seems to have been drawn up by a group of people and has all sorts of party-related things on it. There are cakes, balloons, piñatas, doves, banners. It looks like all of the parties in a four-block radius exploded here on the wall.
I walk in the door, and there’s a woman standing at a desk shuffling papers. She turns to me immediately and welcomes me; from her accent, I recognize her as the woman I spoke to on the phone. She takes me into a large meeting room with a few planners sitting around a large table. They seem to be ready to let me look through their portfolios.
The second I walk in the room, my eyes are drawn to a gorgeous woman with thoughtful brown eyes and a mane of brown hair—Claire. I pause for a second, as does she. I keep my eyes locked with hers as I sit at the head of the table.
The Brooklyn woman gives a short spiel, the same one I gave her over the phone. She asks when the party is supposed to be. I tell her a week from Saturday. She looks over the room and about a third of the planners leave; apparently they are already booked.
“Okay, hon, you can look through their portfolios and tawk with ’em. They’ll getcha all settled.”
“Thank you. But I have already made my decision.”
“Who’s it gonna be?”
“Claire.”
The rest of the planners leave the room. None of them seem offended. I imagine they all get quite a bit of work all around the city. The Brooklyn woman follows them out and leaves myself and Claire in the room.
“So, you’re a party planner?”
“I told you I work parties.”
“I thought you meant as a waitress or bartender or something. Not as the head honcho.”
We sit together and talk for a while. Claire has a large portfolio out in front of her with pictures of parties she has done before. Right now, it is open to a few pages of children’s parties. She also has a large sketchbook where she is jotting down notes and drawing out ideas.
I tell her that I’ll have to find a seamstress to make my girl a princess dress. She tells me that she knows of a few in the area that can have it done by the date of the party. She seems to have the answers to all of my questions.
After a while our conversation is back on each other and not the party at all. I don’t mind. She is such an enthralling person that I can’t help but be drawn in. I want to drown in her eyes, in her mind.
“You never mentioned you’re a dad.”
“Yeah. She’s about to be five.”
“Where’s Mom?”
I go silent for a moment, then compose myself. “She’s passed on.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” she says while reaching out to hold my hand.
I look at our hands for a moment and give a weak smile. “Don’t be. She gave me my little girl, which in a way is like having her with me every day.”
We sit together in silence for a few moments with her hand grasping mine.
“Listen,” I begin, “what would you say if I asked you out for a drink tomorrow night? Sadie has a ballet class, so I have some time free.”
“If you were asking, I’d say yes.”
I smile at her, and she smiles coyly back. “Then I guess I’ll ask. Would you like to go have a drink with me tomorrow night?”
“Yes.”
6
Claire
I get to the bar, and just like last time, he’s already there. This time he has a mai tai at the table for me. Usually, I make sure to see my drink get made, especially in this city. But I trust him.
There is music here, but it’s very posh and not for dirty dancing. This is the type of place you sip wine and dance the Charleston. I’ve been to places like this. I’ve planned parties for the type of people that frequent these kinds of places. Not bad people, but very persnickety.
We start to talk with one another about how weird it was that he just happened to walk into my work. When he laughs, it makes me smile. He sounds so calm, collected, and sexy. I make some lame joke about how he needed me and voilà, I was there.
We down the first drinks, then the second. He looks at his watch and seems to be thinking about something very carefully. Then he looks up at me with a smile. His glorious blue eyes are almost too distracting.
“I have about forty-five minutes before I have to get Sadie.”
I smile and hold my hand out. He takes it and plants a small kiss on my knuckles. I giggle, and then he leads me out to the parking lot where his limousine is sitting. Oh my God, he has a limousine. He opens the door and bows with a hand across his chest and a sly smile across his lips.
We get inside the limousine, and he knocks on the dividing window. A man with white gloves opens it.
“I recommend turning up the music. Also, make sure I can pick up my daughter.”
The driver’s face is absolutely priceless. He’s simultaneously happy, nervous, and perturbed. He quickly shuts the little window and turns on some music.
Alex pulls me against him in a deep, passionate kiss. I moan softly just from kissing him. I start to undress myself, and he undresses too. We kiss again and again. Our tongues touch and caress one another.
I lie back on the seat, and he crawls on top of me. He kisses my neck, my shoulders, my breasts. Then there is a shift in weight as we roll off the seat. There is a slight panic as we fall, but when we land he is lying on his back on the floor and I am straddling him. I lean down to kiss him and press my breasts against him.
He places his hands on my hips and gently massages them. I ease myself onto his rock-hard cock. Just him slipping inside of me is enough to make me moan. I start to rock my hips slowly on his cock. He lets out a pleased sigh.
My lips find his again, and our tongues entwine for a few seconds. Then I place my hands on his chest and lift myself up. He keeps one hand on my hip and brings the other to gently hold one of my hands to his chest.
I rock and grind against him. He groans softly, and it isn’t long before I start to feel my body shiver—his cock just feels so amazing inside me. He slides his hand from my hips around until his thumb is hovering over my clit.
The second he touches me, I cry out loudly. He starts to rub in small circles, and I can no longer control my moaning. I rock my hips harder against him. Harder and harder. He rubs faster and presses down. Within minutes I am screaming and shaking. My arms can barely hold me up.
He senses my impending fall and brings his hand up to cup my breast firmly. He holds tight, keeping me up. My hands come up to caress his arm. I can feel the tension in his muscles as he holds me. Knowing just how strong he is makes me even hotter.
My wet pussy throbs around his hard cock, and I love every second of it. He starts to thrust into my rocking, and the very tip of his cock brushes against my cervix.
He then pulls me down against him and holds me tight. His thick arms are wrapped around me, and I feel secure, happy. I moan softly in his ear, and he does the same in mine. He slides one hand down to grab hold of my ass.
He bucks up under me harder and harder, and I feel myself start to cum. My body is shivering, and I can’t control myself any longer. His cock throbs and he lets out a hearty groan. He fills my pussy, and it sends shivers up my spine.
I kiss his lips softly, and he brings one hand up to caress the back of my head. His fingers are wrapped in my hair and make my scalp tingle. We kiss again and again until there is a knock on the tiny divider window.
The driver cracks it open just a smidge and calls through, “We’re about two blocks from the studio, sir. I believe some pants may be in order.”
7
Alex
“Dude, come on. Come on. Dude. Come on, dude.”
“Really, Phil?”
“Yeah. Come on. C’mon.”
I stare at him for a moment.
“You know you wanna go get a beer with me.”
“I promised Sadie that we would order a pizza, watch her new pony movie, then have ice cream sundaes. You wou
ldn’t want to disappoint Sadie, would you?” I look him right in the eye with a brow cocked.
He bites his lip and stomps his foot like a grade-schooler. “You know Uncle Phil can’t disappoint that little angel.”
“That’s what I thought.”
He laughs and gives me a brotherly punch in the arm. I promise him that we’ll get a beer some other time, and that seems to placate him.
It is true that I have a night planned with my baby girl, but there’s something else—someone else. I can’t seem to get Claire out of my mind. It bothers me some but also fills me with joy. I went into this knowing and believing this would be a one-night stand. Clearly, I was wrong.
I’m not even checking the messages I get from FLICK anymore. I don’t care. I haven’t told Phil that I’ve seen her again, but he seems to know that something is going on. That’s probably why he wanted to go get a beer tonight. Getting a beer always means a deep, meaningful talk like we used to do at the frat house.
Claire is stuck in my mind all day. I shouldn’t like it as much as I do.
Phil sits down across from me. “Talk to me now, bro.”
“About what?”
He looks at me, straight in the eye. He knows that I know he knows what he wants to talk about. I start to tell him about the first night, then about going to her place to drop off the wallet. He is on the edge of his seat, listening intently. I tell him about the party-planning incident. He knows there’s more and prods until I tell him that we had sex in the limousine.
Phil laughs. “You fucking dog!”
“What? It was just a quick fuck.”
“You met this girl for a one-night stand a week ago, man. Nah, there’s something else going on here.”
“Not even.”
Phil starts to say something when my phone rings. I cut him off and look at my phone. He must have noticed the slight twinge in the corners of my lips.
“It’s her, isn’t it?”
“Shush.” I answer my phone. “Hello?”
