Sex Tape: Second Chance Romance

by Kylie Walker

  “Both partners were to be at this meeting, however something came up so we will only be presenting to Miss McAllister today.” Kimberly opened up a folder and sat down in one of the leather chairs.

  “Ok,” Angela replied.

  “Good afternoon everyone,” Miss McAllister said as she walked into the room with a smile.

  Grazing over her memo, Angela heard the familiar voice and looked up.

  “Good afternoon.” Kimberly said. “This is our new Marketing Manager Angela Black. She will be taking care of your file while I oversee things.”

  “Angela. It’s so nice to see you again. I had no idea you worked here.” Ana smiled at her softly.

  “Yes, I just started a little over two weeks ago,” Angela smiled. She was surprised at the same time.

  Kimberly looked confused and raised an eyebrow. “You two know each other?”

  “Yes we do,” Ana chuckled. “We have a mutual friend who introduced us over the weekend.”

  “I see,” Kimberly said sounding a little bit annoyed. Angela wondered what that was about.

  “Well I am sorry my brother couldn’t make it but we will push through without him. Let’s get on with the presentation, shall we?” Ana looked a little rushed for time.

  Angela was well prepared and in her comfort zone. Marketing was her expertise and it certainly showed when the presentation was finished twenty minutes later.

  “Angela, I love your ideas on the photoshoot. I think that will really capture the new drivers racing on the track. Let’s schedule this for the first week of July, just after the holiday. Once the photos have been looked at, edited and approved we can send them to print.” Ana was beaming and looking more than satisfied with Angela’s marketing angle.

  “Wonderful,” Angela stood up and shook Ana’s hand giving her a warm smile. She really liked Ana. Not only was she beautiful but she also seemed witty, intelligent and spoke her mind.

  As everyone was leaving the conference room, Angela was still writing down some notes when her eye caught Kimberly and Ana talking just outside the door. She sensed a tension between the two of them just in their body language. She only heard the last sentence of the conversation that Ana sniped at Kimberly before she turned around and left.

  “He has already told you it’s over Kimberly. You were nothing more than a fling. Leave it at that and move on.” Ana’s tone was harsh.

  Angela looked back down at her notes and tried to pretend she wasn’t listening as Kimberly walked back into the conference room. “I’m sorry you had to hear that.” Kimberly said, looking flustered.

  “No worries. I didn’t hear anything,” Angela shot her a small smile.

  “I will book the shoot,” Kimberly said, changing the subject. “Once we have a date I will email you with the details. By the way, that was a great presentation, Angela. Ana really loved your ideas.” Kimberly’s words were kind but her tone cold. She was still clearly upset from her conversation with Ana as she walked out the door.

  “Thank you,” Angela called out after her, hoping her boss even heard her. She wondered who they had been talking about. Whoever it was certainly made an impression on Kimberly. Enough to piss her off and not want to let go.

  Chapter 6

  Angela was curled up with a glass of red wine on the over-sized sofa and looking over some notes from work. The AC was pumping at max but she was still hotter than ever in a tank top and a pair of shorts. She laid the papers down beside her, and stretched out her tanned legs. She let her eyes wander the room. They fell on a picture of Thomas, Blake and herself. She squint her eyes and took a better look. It was from the Stag and Doe, the three of them were toasting with their beer in the photo.

  Even though it had been 7 months since Blake passed even simple things such as photos, certain songs or smells would make her well up suddenly and uncontrollably. The love she had for him and the pain of losing him was so overwhelming. Her eyes began to pool as she tried to focus on the great times. She let out a chuckle and wiped her eyes before the wetness could touch her cheeks.

  She heard the door open and slam shut. Quickly patting her eyes dry and taking in a deep breath she watched Thomas walk down the hall. He started to pass her without saying a word. “Hey, did you get my text?” She asked as he continued on by.

  A moment later she heard his bedroom door slam shut. She took the last sip of her wine and walked down the hall. Knocking, she asked, “Thomas, are you ok?”

  “Yes, I’m fine.” He grunted through the other side of the door. “I’ll be out in a bit.

  “Ok,” she said frowning. She went back to the living room and to her work.

  Angela finished making some notes to the marketing plan she would be doing for Ana’s company when Thomas finally entered and walked past her to the kitchen. She heard the fridge door open.

  “Hey, did you get my text?” She asked waiting for a reply. “I’m really sorry I stood you up but I lost track of time and then had my two o’clock presentation to do.”

  Still silence, nothing but the hum of the air conditioner and TV in the background.

  Angela got up and walked into the kitchen to find Thomas leaning against the fridge taking a sip of his beer. “Are you mad at me?” She asked with her hands on her hips.

  “I’m cool,” he said, not even glancing in her direction.

  "Well then why are you acting like this?” She raised an eyebrow.

  “Look, I just had a rough day at work, alright?” He was looking at her in a way he never had before. He brushed past her and went into the living room. She followed and watched him grab the remote from the table and turned the TV to a football channel.

  “Ok,” she said, putting her hands up apologetically. “Are you hungry? There are some left overs in the fridge.”

  “No, I’m good. I ate before I came home.” He was so short with her. But then his tone changed a bit and he said, “So how did your presentation go?”

  “I thought you would never ask,” she said with a smile. She went over and plopped down beside him on the couch. “My new client loved it! We will be doing a photo shoot just after the Fourth of July weekend which means that once it is all finished, we will be working together on a few things. Oh and guess what? I know her, my new client I mean. When Joanne took me to that private event, well it was my new client’s private event. Her name is Ana McAllister, partner of McAllister Stock Cars. Pretty cool huh?”

  “That name sounds familiar.” Thomas said looking at her. Taking a long pull of his beer, he laid his hand on her knee. “Listen, I’m sorry for acting like an ass. I was kinda pissed you stood me up for lunch and then my day just went to shit from there.” Thomas gave her a sad look.

  “It’s ok. We all have bad days. I am really sorry. I had every intention of going. Speaking of the day though, something weird happened today that I wanted to ask you about.” Angela circled the ring of her glass with her finger. “At the end of the presentation when everyone was gone there was a tense conversation between Ana and Kimberly. All I heard was “He already told you it’s over” and to “let it go,” or something like that. Anyway when Ana left Kimberly was clearly pissed.” She took a sip of her wine. “You’re close with Kimberly. What was that about, do you know?” She was trying not to sound like she was prying, but she clearly was.

  “I’m not sure. I know she met someone about two months ago because that is all she ever talks about. How gorgeous this guy was, how he spoils her and makes her feel like no other man. It gets old.” He said, rolling his eyes. “Maybe they are fighting over the same guy?”

  “Huh.” Angela shrugged her shoulders. Turning to the football game Angela’s mind wandered back to her encounter with Steve in the storage room. It made her stomach flutter just thinking about it. She knew they would bump into each other again. He said he did business there. But what floor did he work on? How did he know she would be in the storage room? He must have watched her, she thought. Regardless, the next encounter would be cu
t short. Things were moving too quickly and she wasn’t ready for any of it.

  “Well I think I will call it a night. I’m exhausted. See ya in the morning.” She bent over and gave Thomas a peck on the cheek.

  ***

  Finishing his beer, Thomas turned the TV off. He turned off the lights in the living room and made his way down the hall. Just before entering the bathroom his head swung around, eyes glued to the mirror armoire in the corner of Angela’s room. Her door was open just a slit, just enough to see her reflection in the mirror.

  Thomas leaned against the bathroom door knowing that she couldn’t see him. Standing there he watched her undressed. He examined her long shapely tanned legs, and let his eyes trail to her black satin panties and then to her breasts. They were covered by a black lace bra but he could see the swell of them over the lace. Licking his lower lip he watched as Angela began to slowly rub lotion on her legs. Thomas’s mouth turned up into a grin as he slid into the bathroom and closed the door behind him softly so Angela wouldn’t hear.

  Chapter 7

  Angela was on the phone when there was a knock on her office door. “Come in,” she said, covering the phone receiver.

  “I have a delivery for a Ms. Angela Black?” The delivery man said reading from his chart. “Yes come in.” She told him.

  The delivery man walked over and laid the package on her desk. He handed her the sheet to sign. Angela signed it quickly while holding the phone receiver between her ear and shoulder. She then mouthed, “Thank you,” to the man and he left, closing the door behind him.

  Hanging up the phone she looked at the package puzzled, wondering who in the world would send her something. It must be from Thomas she thought. Maybe it was his way of apologizing for his behavior last night. Searching for a card but not finding one, she pulled on the outer package. She ripped the outside and tore it off. Pulling the paper away fully, her eyes fell on a tall beautiful crystal vase that held over two dozen lily’s. Not just any lily, but her favorite ones, Passion fruit.

  She noticed the small card that was hidden amongst the paper. As she was about to open it up, Kimberly walked in her office.

  “Do you have a minute?” Kimberly asked as her eyes fell on the flowers. “Wow, those are beautiful, secret admirer, huh?” She asked with a grin on her face as she shut the door.

  “I honestly have no idea who these could be from.” Angela said, still staring at the card in the envelope.

  “Well open it.” Kimberly pressed her, sitting down in the plush brown chair across from Angela’s desk.

  Angela opened up the envelope and her jaw almost fell on her desk. It read:

  I can’t wait to taste you again. Until next time Angela. It was signed, “S.”

  Flustered she tried to shove the small card back into the envelope but her hands were shaking so badly the card slipped and fell on the desk. Kimberly leaned in and grabbed it before Angela could reach it.

  Angela watched Kimberly’s hand come up and cover her mouth. She let out a little giggle. “Well, well. Sounds like someone had a great time. What does “S” stand for? Obviously you have left quite the impression on this guy.” Kimberly laughed and slid the card back towards Angela.

  “Just some guy I met at a club a few weeks back,” she said, feeling her face turning crimson. “It’s nothing really. The guy is just persistent.” She realized that she was almost stuttering.

  Angela sat back in her chair and threw the card in her desk drawer. Looking up at Kimberly she said, “You wanted to discuss something?”

  “Yes, actually, it’s in regards to the McAllister’s marketing plan. I will be tagging along on that photo shoot. You know, just want to make sure everything goes well. Also, I wanted to talk about the conversation that I know for a fact that you heard between myself and Ana.” Kimberly’s tone changed to a nervous one as she said, “Ana can be a nosey bitch and we tend to rub each other the wrong way if you know what I mean?”

  “No worries Kimberly. I only caught the last part. It’s none of my business, really.” She smiled and watched Kimberly shift in her chair. Her boss ran a hand through her hair and looked uncomfortable.

  “What is it Kimberly?” Angela asked.

  “It’s just this damn guy has been driving me nuts. I have been seeing him for over two months and he is everything I have ever wanted in a man. One minute he tells me he loves me and the next he says we need to slow down and take a break.” Kimberly blurted all of that out and looked at her as though she would have a solution.

  “I don’t know what to say Kimberly,” Angela told her in a sympathetic tone. “Honestly, this is not my area of expertise. I have only been with a few men before I met and married Blake. I have been out of the dating game for a long time.” She smiled softly. “But if it were me,” she went on, leaning into her desk. “I’m a pretty black and white type of girl. Either you’re in or you’re out. I hate games. Tell him how you feel and what you want. If it was meant to be it will happen. But that is just my opinion.” Angela leaned back in her chair.

  “How old are you again?” Kimberly laughed, kidding.

  “I guess that’s what marriage does to do you. Plus, I was raised old school by my folks.” Angela laughed.

  “Sounds like you had the perfect guy.” Kimberly looked at her with what almost looked like envy.

  “I did. He was everything to me, my entire world.” She smiled sadly as she thought of Blake. “But unfortunately fate had other plans for both of us.” She started to move the papers around on her desk not wanting to talk about it anymore.

  “You know we should go out for drinks sometime and let loose, just the girls.” Kimberly told her.

  “That sounds like a lot of fun. Yes absolutely,” Angela smiled.

  Kimberly left her office and Angela’s mind drifted back to the beautiful arrangement of lilies that were now sitting on her desk. She felt excitement building in her core just thinking about him. Yes, he was extremely attractive…but very aggressive. That was something she was not used to at all. Angela couldn’t understand how he could possibly know that was her favorite flower. Maybe it was time to just relax and let things take its course if that is the way it was meant to be. Maybe I should take my own advice she thought smiling to herself.

  Angela filed the handful of papers that she was working on and stretched back in her chair. She suddenly decided she was ready to go. She grabbed her satchel and headed out the door.

  “Good night Marg.” She said, giving her a smile as she walked by. Walking down the hall almost at the elevator doors she heard that low familiar sexy voice. She whipped around to see where it was coming from when her eyes landed on Kimberly’s office. She watched as Steve leaned against the door frame slightly holding the door open while talking to Kimberly. She watched her boss grab the arm that was holding the door open and pull him into her office. Angela was flushed in the face as she repeatedly pressed the elevator button. Heart racing and slightly shaking she felt a hand on her waist a moment later. “Don’t you dare put your fucking hands on me,” she hissed the words between her teeth as she turned quickly around. Her eyes landed on Thomas’ confused face.

  “What the hell Angela?”

  “I’m...I’m sorry Thomas, I thought you were someone else.” She said apologetically. She looked past him at Kimberly’s closed office door.

  “Apparently,” he said with his eyebrows raised. “Is someone bothering you? He looked over his shoulder in the direction Angela was staring. Let me know and I will kick their ass.” He smiled, trying to lighten the situation. The elevators doors opened and they both stepped in. His mood sobered as he said, “Are you sure you’re alright? You’re shaking for Christ’s sake,” he rubbed her arm lightly.

  “Yes I’m fine.” She tried to flash him a smile and cleared her throat. “So are you cooking tonight?”

  “No, there is a great little sub shop just down the street. Grabbing something there and then heading to a friend’s house to watch the game.
You?” He looked down at her while they exited the elevator.

  “Joanne’s coming over for a bit,” she said, repositioning her satchel on her shoulder. “I will see you back at the apartment later then.”

  As she exited the building, Angela’s head was whirling. Her strides were fast while she tried to figure out why Steve would be in Kimberly’s office. There was only one reason. He was the snake that Kimberly just told her about earlier in the day and it made her blood boil. How dare he? He was playing the two of them at the same time. She felt so stupid to have let him seduce her so easily. She was stronger than that. She had always been strong. She always stated what was on her mind and didn’t have a problem saying no. But something about him got under her skin. It was like she was drugged and being pulled into his essence when he was around her and she wanted more, she couldn’t control how she felt. However, she could control her actions.

  Opening the door to the loft she dropped her satchel on the floor, threw her keys on the hall table and made her way to the kitchen. She grabbed a bottle of wine and poured herself a glass. Her mind thought back to the flowers he had just sent her. “My God am I an ass,” she said out loud, taking a long drink of her wine. She was laughing to herself as Joanne walked into the apartment.

  “Hey Ang. Already into the wine, huh?” Joanne smiled and flipped her long blonde hair over her shoulder. She grabbed an empty wine glass from the cupboard and placed it on the kitchen bar, “Well are you going to pour me a glass or just sit there with that smirk on your face? What’s going on? You’re acting weird.” She looked at Angela and grabbed the bottle, pouring her own glass.

  “I’m a complete idiot. That is what is going on.” Angela took another long drink. “That guy, Steve that I met at the club and then again outside of my work, then in the storage room…” Angela blurted out and then drank the rest of her wine. She paused and reached for the bottle to refill her glass.