“Very beautiful.” He compliments and I feel my face flush.
“So you have two daughters?” I have to regain my composure somewhere. He is way too enchanting. I’ve known this I just never realized he was this much of a heartthrob.
“Yes, my daughter Megan, we had when I was eighteen right out of high school. You might remember that. She’s ten this year, and my daughter Bree is five, just started Kindergarten. This is their mother’s weekend, that’s why I suggested we go out for lunch. Do you have any children?”
Two daughters and asking me if I have kids, he is a rather interesting and well-rounded man. Or so it seems. Truth be told, I can’t birth children. It’s a matter of God never gave me the ability to carry them with my dysfunctional sex organ.
“No, sorry, I can’t have children.” I honestly admit. This isn’t the most painful part of my past so it’s fairly easy to express openly. It’s the other parts that I can’t handle revealing. Not without being committed to someone, with a bottle of Patrón and a pound of chocolate to help me get through it. Calling it sick or twisted is putting it lightly.
Corey keeps up the casual conversation; it’s easy and flows without much of a break. We’ve gotten past the awkwardness and I’ve learned quite a bit. He’s been separated from his wife for almost a year. They parted ways because she’s a workaholic and was sleeping with her secretary. Sounds a bit like me. Except I don’t actually sleep with Daniel, he merely makes me come; there is zero penetration.
Just as I feed my last bite of onion ring into my mouth, a man recognizes Corey coming in the front door of the bar. I’m not sure how long we’ve been here but it’s been at least a few hours.
“Corey!” The… Holy…mother…of everything…dazzling and fabulous in this world. Wow. I think Corey is hot, but this man puts, every man in every GQ or Playgirl magazine to shame.
Turning around Corey, raises his hand in greeting and waves the hottest man on the face of the planet over. Smiling, he strides toward us wearing a crisp white dress shirt rolled up his heavily tattooed forearms, black suit pants, a smart black belt, and probably the nicest most fashionable men’s dress shoes I’ve ever laid my eyes on. I’m a fashion conscious woman, and I own mostly designers and this man could be my new best friend in that department. I have no doubt his shoes cost him a couple grand. I’m in girl heaven here. Sadly, men who dress like this are either gay or douchebags.
Stopping at the end of our table the handsome man looks between Corey and I, and back again.
With a raised brow, he asks. “I’m not interrupting anything am I? Sorry, I saw your pickup outside before I came in. Thought I’d see how it’s goin’.”
He can see how it’s going, alright. He can see anything he wants. Holy crap on a cracker, what has gotten into me? Maybe this not getting laid for so many years I can’t even count has probably left me slightly sex deprived. I just don’t understand how I’m affected this badly all of a sudden. Strange…very…strange.
“No, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind. Gage, this is my good friend, Lex Keagan. Lex, this is my friend, Gage Masterson, he’s a lawyer in Heartfair. Gage’s law firm is tending to my divorce case, and his daughter Emma happens to be friends with my Bree. They’re in kindergarten together.”
Corey is talking and looking at me as he scoots to the side to offer Gage a spot at the table, but instead he sits down beside me. Now I’m very certain I’m creating a big wet spot somewhere on my dress. My panties are soaked by now and…
I get a giant whiff of Gage.
Oh my God, he smells even better than Corey does, and if he has a daughter that means he’s straight. Straight, lawyer, impeccable dresser, and smells divine. The perfect man!
Resting his right arm on the table, he reaches over it with his left, offering me his hand. Accepting its warmth into mine, I have to briefly close my eyes and take a deep breath to suppress the moan that, for whatever reason, wants to impart my lips.
This is not good.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lex.”
Swallowing hard, I hoarsely respond. “Hello, nice to meet you too.” And drop his hand. Tucking both of mine in my lap and rubbing the wanton sweat from them, onto my dress.
“Are you the owner of Keagan Cosmetics?”
I thought he was here to chat with Corey, not me.
“Yes.” I shyly nod, nibbling my bottom lip.
“Now, I see why Donald signed those documents and has now filed a lawsuit stating it was under duress.”
Whoa! What?
“What?” My face contorts, with blatant misunderstanding and I tuck my long hair over my right shoulder, turning my body completely to face him. This is news to me.
“Donald, the man who works for Saks that signed a contract last Monday in your offices, and you flirted with him to get the contact signed. The contract that your company typed up and he didn’t even have a chance to check the documents with his lawyers first. He’s in a heap of trouble because of this mishap. Therefore, he and the other two men in attendance at the negotiation are filing a lawsuit against you and your company. I wasn’t going to take the case directly. I was planning to give it over to one of my colleagues. However, now that I see you, I’m pretty sure they have a case. With all that…” He gestures his hand up and down my body.
“I’d say he was probably under some spell you corporate hotties like to play to get older men to agree to your every wish.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Masterson, I’m not sure what impression you’re under, but they wanted to buy part of my company. A company I spent years building… On. My. Own. I had a standard contract drawn up for them ahead of time, as I do with all of my clients. If Donald was so concerned about what he was signing, he doesn’t show it, because I’ve personally received numerous letters and flowers from him this week. Obviously, he doesn’t care one iota what he signed with my company and wants to go on a date with me, which by the way, I have not agreed to. Furthermore, I did not force him into anything. Flirting is part of the job, Mr. Masterson, a man looking such as yourself should greatly understand what I am trying to express.” I snap at him, my eyes nearly bugging out of my head in anger.
How dare he talk to me that way! Fine, support those pompous asses. I didn’t force them into anything. Yes, I flirted, and yes, I provided them with a standard contract after they tried to buy half of my company. It’s not my fault their head honchos are peeved they didn’t deliver what they wanted. They can sue me all they want. They will never own a single percentage of Keagan Cosmetics.
With a bored tone Gage simply replies, “Yes, such hard work, when I’m sure mommy and daddy paid your way.”
Hurtful tears suddenly sting my eyes. Could he be any more wrong? I’m sorry, but I made my own way in life. I never received handouts and I wouldn’t have accepted them even if they had been offered.
Biting my lip and sucking in my weak whimpering emotions. I grab my purse from the floor under the table. I can’t sit here any longer. I have to leave.
“Please move.” I whisper, angling myself so when he does release me from the confines of this booth, I can shoot out and get to the Jag quickly. I can’t take another second of this rudeness. Trying not to forget my manners, I apologize to Corey for our ruined date and his smile from earlier has been replaced with a pitiful frown, that consumes his entire face.
Such a shame.
“What did I say, Lex, that isn’t true?” His incredulous tone washes disdain over me.
“Just move, Gage.” I’ve had more than enough. If I don’t leave now I’m going to bawl.
“I’m serious Lex; you’re a pretty gal carrying a Gucci purse. It has spoiled written all over it.”
Wow, stereotype much?
“You know, Gage, I wish my father would have gotten that memo when I was a child. I’ve always wished I had been spoiled, unless being beaten unconscious and burned repeatedly with cigarettes is considered spoiled. I don’t think he quite understood the meaning behind the w
ord. Maybe you’d like to see all the scars and you can decide for yourself?”
As the last word drawls from between my trembling lips, a tear pours down my cheek and he removes himself from the booth. Not wasting another second, I shoot out behind him.
“I’m…”
I cut him off, “Save it, I don’t want anyone feeling sorry for me. Just think about the next time you decide to stereotype a person. You should know their history beforehand. I could have sworn they taught you that in law school. Apparently, I’m mistaken.” No response is uttered from Gage and I turn to Corey, reaching out I slide my palm across his stricken face and apologize again for ditching him. I really feel awful but I can’t see how this is a salvageable date.
Turning to leave I throw a twenty on the bar and out the front metal door I go. I hastily walk tall to my Jag even though I know as soon as I get inside, I am going to lose my marbles and ugly cry all the way home.
“What in the hell are you doing in here?” Roni inquires, stepping into my living room, still in her pj’s from this morning. I told you she was a slob. You should see her apartment. Yuck!
I’m sitting on my couch in my red cami and black boy-shorts, my cream Sherpa blanket thrown over my legs, as I depressively dive into a half gallon of rocky road ice cream smothered with expensive caramel sauce, raw coconut shavings, rainbow sprinkles, and Reddi Whip. I’m pulling out all the stops tonight and this is by far the best ice cream in the galaxy.
Leaning over to spot my spoon and the half-gallon partway gone, she slumps down into the sofa beside me and pats my leg. “Eating your feelings again, I see… What happened?”
“Do you want some?” I offer her my spoon and she grabs my hand feeding it to her mouth.
“Mmmm, this isn’t half bad, Lex. But if you splurged on Reddi Whip and the fancy caramel sauce, I know this must be bad.”
She knows me all too well.
Pressing the pause button on the remote to stop my movie I turn toward her.
“It was the best and worst date I’ve ever had.” I mope, feeding another heaping spoonful into my mouth.
“Care to elaborate?”
With a long sigh, I give in and explain it all. Talking about how hot they both made me, down to my abusive father and everything in-between. I can’t think of a thing I left out. Roni, being the woman she is, sat and listened the entire time. And like a man, she didn’t interrupt, not even once.
“Now you see what it was the best and the worst.” I reiterate, licking the caramel sauce off the spoon, feeling fifty percent lighter in emotions and ten pounds heavier in my stomach. Between the two of us, this ice cream is nearly gone, and I’m stuffed.
“It seems as though we will be dealing with this jackass, Gage from Masterson and Associates, for the next few weeks. I’m sure our lawyer, Kim, is going to get a real kick out of it, if she hasn’t already received the paperwork yet. I find it funny, that it happens on Monday and we are being sued by Friday, sounds a bit fishy to me. To top it all off that Donald douche is still trying to woo you. Where does that fall into all of this? ‘Hey you’re getting sued but I’d still like to fuck you.’ Oh goody, just think of the sweet stories to tell the grandchildren after you two get hitched and walk into the sunset, living happily ever after.”
All-righty then, Roni is in full bitch mode, not that I can blame her. I’ve spent most of the day, once I got home, either crying about my past or angry with what happened. I can’t decide which has won out.
Pressing the button back on the remote the perfect make-you-happy movie turns back on.
“Do we have to watch this, Lex?” Roni groans, stealing part of my blanket as she snuggles further down into my brown suede couch.
“I love White Chicks; it’s the best movie to make anyone laugh.”
Hey, I can’t help that this movie is in my top ten all-time favorite movies. It’s funny and who doesn’t love the Wayans brothers?
“It’s great, but we watched it four times last month. Can’t we watch a horror flick?”
Quickly flipping my face toward her and cringing at the suggestion. By crunching up my nose and squinting in disgust. “Ewww, no, those are gross and they give me the willies.” I shiver and shake my head, like it’s twenty below zero in here.
Yuck! Horror movies. No way! Roni forced me to sit through Saw one and two and through one Jason movie. I will never ever, ever, ever, watch another nasty movie like that again. I almost vomited watching the Saw movies. Who in the hell thinks of those disturbing scenes? I think whoever it is deserves to join the quacks in the loony bin.
Chuckling, Roni steals the remote and I lunge to take it back.
“Chill, Prissy Diva. Sassy britches is just rewinding it to be beginning. If I’m going to sit through this, I’m not going to miss them getting fitted into white chick boobies.”
Alright, sounds good. Let the girls unplanned pajama party begin.
Chapter Six
Daniel stands behind his desk, flashing me a cute smile. “Good morning, boss.” He greets, as I fly past him into my office leaving the door open in my wake.
“Daniel! I need you!” I whine and that’s all I need to say. And my adorable, black haired, green eyed, five foot ten, twenty-one year old assistant wearing a sweater vest over his dress shirt and fashion jeans enters my office, flipping the lock behind him.
Making haste, I shimmy my long black pencil skirt up around my waist and drop my yellow Victoria Secret thong to the ground. Stepping out of it and kicking it to the side with my bright red Jimmy Choo stiletto. Hopping myself on the edge of my desk, I ready myself.
I need to come, and I need to come now.
“Please.” Opening my legs, I give him a perfect view of all my assets and judging by the giant tent in his pants, he’s rather happy to see me too.
Kneeling between my legs, I lean back onto my elbows and scoot closer to the edge of my leather top desk. Without a second to spare, he dives in, greedily lapping and sucking my tight wanton hole.
“That’s it, Daniel, right there.” I softly encourage, falling into a blissful state of heightened arousal. As his magic tongue plunges into me over and over, igniting a fiery inferno of need in my belly.
Hitting that extra sweet spot with his tongue, I bite my lip, tossing my head back as a long guttural moan bellows in my throat, I know I’m close, I’m so close to squirting my orgasm all over his face.
“Are you ready, boss?” He breathes hotly on my eager hole. Washing waves of lust through me.
“Uh-huh.” Is all I can huskily mumble.
Oh God!
His index finger smoothly glides into me and he presses that all-consuming button deep within my aching core.
I am going to come! I am going to! Oh God! Daniel….
“I’m…” Reflexively I tighten my stomach, curling into myself, my toes curl in my heels, as my eyelids flutter. Radiating intense pleasure spasms throughout my body, I shatter into a million perfect pieces of climatic ecstasy. Screaming through clenched teeth, my heart hammers in my chest as I fight for air.
Knock—knock—knock. Someone is rapping on my office door.
Please let it be Roni, please, oh please, let it be Roni.
“Just a minute.” I call out, with the most stable voice I can muster, my body still twitching.
Jumping down from my desk, Daniel is already standing and wiping his mouth and chin clean of my juices with a tissue. I slide my panties back on and sit behind my desk, spraying my Dior perfume on. That should mask the sex smell.
“We need to talk.” A manly voice beckons.
I pray my ears are deceiving me, but I don’t think they are.
Righting his vest and tucking his hard dick to the side Daniel gives me the nod, telling me he’s good. He unlocks and opens my door in one smooth motion.
Dammit.
Gage arrogantly strolls into my office, ignoring Daniel, who slips out behind him, shutting us in here alone.
Don’t leave me, Daniel. I
can’t sit in the same room with this asshat.
“Here.” Gage sets a clear plastic tumbler on my desk, filled with what I assume is tea. How would he know I like tea? Or maybe it’s poison, that wouldn’t surprise me. Good thing if he gives me arsenic and I die, Roni owns the other half of the company and in the event of my death, she’ll own it all. No one else will own this company besides us. Period.
“What is it?” I hesitantly ask, not touching the cup.
Sitting down on one of my leather guest chairs, he props one of his expensive dress shoes on his knee, getting overly comfortable with a cup similar to mine clutched in his hand. His elbows pretentiously resting on the armrests, everything about the way he sits exudes copious amounts of confidence, cockiness and unadulterated power.
Leaving me, once again, with the conclusion he’s a douche—even though he is beyond a beautiful man, with his light green-blue eyes, medium brown hair perfectly styled with just the right amount of gel and a light dusting of dark facial hair, providing him with that permanent sexy five o-clock shadow. That typically makes most women swoon. Which, I’m sure he’s fully aware of that effect on women and probably graces his bed with those dopes on a nightly basis. I bet he’s one of those men who has little bags with a toothbrush and toothpaste and other toiletry items that he gifts them in the morning before kicking them out with a blueberry muffin and a cup of coffee to go. Or he could be a Christian Grey; he is a lawyer after all. And it wouldn’t surprise me, if he had them sign a nondisclosure clause when he ties them up in his bedroom and beats them senseless, then fucks them once they’ve passed out from the pain.
Okay, now I’m really projecting my own issues onto this man. I’m sure he can’t be the kind of a monster Brian was. I pray no one is that type of monster.
Eyeing me, not saying a word he glances around my office and back to me. “It’s tea, Lex.” His smooth voice, that no doubt woos women to bed, states.
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