Do I tell him who I am in regards to my company? I know he’s local, I’m not positive as to what city. But it can’t be far from here. The choices of divulging too much or too little are the deciding factor.
In my dating profile, I express a lot of my likes and dislikes, and my firm political views. I know politics may not matter so some people but they matter a lot to me. It’s not Republican versus Democrat. It’s the issues at hand. I couldn’t tolerate a man who didn’t support gay marriage, or a man who wanted to abolish government funded programs to help those in need. Those, in my opinion, are the things that matter. Not which oil company gets a tax cut and which one doesn’t. I care about the people, not the big wigs. I donate lots of money to local charities, and during the holidays, I volunteer at the local soup kitchen. I may not be the most thoughtful and giving person, but I try to help out and participate in our community to give back to those in need. What I’m most proud of is the money I’ve donated to help fund a rehabilitation program at the local women’s and children’s shelter. It’s a cause very close to my heart, and I’m sure if Suit Master is local, he’s worked with some of those women himself.
Just as I am about to type my letter to the Suit Master, Daniel pops his head in my office with a wink.
“Can I help you, Daniel?” I blow him a kiss and grin.
“Someone’s in a good mood. It wouldn’t have anything to do with the new beau on your online dating account, now would it?”
Blushing and combing my hair back away from my face, I faintly nod and bite my lip.
“Ooooooo, you do like him. Is he hot?” he asks, walking the short distance between my office door and the guest chair, dropping into the leather with a crunch.
“I don’t know what he looks like. I was just going to email him back. I’m not sure what to say. He’s a lawyer, domestic cases as far as I can tell and he has a black lab named Babs. He’s also a Poe, Tennyson, and Yates fan. That’s all I’ve gotten thus far. And his name is the Suit Master.” I explain, nervously fidgeting in my chair.
“Sounds good so far. He could be a complete dog, though. Maybe Babs his lab is cuter than him. Ask him what law firm he works for and where he lives.”
I guess Daniel likes to live vicariously, not that I mind; I could use all the help I can get.
“Okay, I’ll type and you read it over once I’m done. Sound good?”
Clapping his hands twice in excitement he smiles and gets up from the chair. “Yes, boss, if you insist.” He chuckles, exiting a little too enthusiastically.
Maybe I should have had him do this for me instead. I’ve accomplished precisely one email and his are all so eloquently put together with honesty, laced with subtle compliments. It’s rather charming.
From: Lotionlady316
To: Suitmaster6979
Dear, Suit Master
I, myself, am sitting behind my desk at work too. I work at a factory and have my own office. Your emails are so well versed I feel like such a dimwit sitting here trying to figure out the best possible way to converse.
Don’t worry; I won’t hold your career against you, although the past few days I’ve had a few painful run-ins with a local lawyer. I must say, you working abuse cases is the only thing saving your hide. I refused to stereotype lawyers as a whole, but this Gage Masterson from Masterson and Associates is a world-class grade-A jerk. I hope he’s not your boss, because if he is, I feel sorry for you.
I don’t have any pets. I work long hours and I wouldn’t have the time to spend with them, even though I am an animal lover, dogs mostly.
Unable to decide how much to ask or not, I’ll leave you with these questions. Where do you live and work? Not in the exact sense, just a city would be fine. I live and work in Heartfair and rarely escape the city limits.
All in good time - Lotion Lady
P.S. “Something made greater by ourselves and in turn that makes us greater.”
A quote from my sixth favorite literary genius.
That’ll have to do. Pressing my intercom button my desk phone I buzz Daniel.
“Yes, boss.” He greets evenly through the speaker.
“It’s done, come read it.”
Three seconds later Daniel is swiftly strolling into my office, leaving my door wide open and finding his way behind my desk, leaning over me, smelling of citrus and mint.
“Hum….I like it. It’s boring. But it’s good.” He states boorishly, skimming my email.
“What do you mean? It’s boring?” I emphasize, pushing my chair back to stand and head to the wet bar for a drink. Kneeling in my skirt, I pull the nearly full bottle of Patrón from inside the dark brown cabinet and pour two fingers deep of it in my lowball glass. I do the same for Daniel, who I know hates Patrón but will drink it, only because I’m offering. Sliding the alcohol across the desk to him, he keeps reading aloud my email four or more times, lingering on the parts he finds humdrum. While he sips on the tequila with a scrunched face, smacking his lips loudly with distaste.
“Just send it like this. I’d be asking for a picture, if he likes dick, and how good of a kisser he is.”
Rolling my eyes, I grab the back of Daniel’s vest and jerk him away from my side of the desk. Chuckling, glass in hand, he takes a seat on a guest chair and crosses his legs.
“That is you, Daniel, I’m surly not saying any of that. You’re a perv. Woman don’t talk to men that way.” Ignoring his ridiculously stupid comments, I take a seat, click the send button and prop my bare feet up on my desk, resting back in my chair, sipping leisurely on my Patrón. The potent smoothness sensuously warming my belly and relaxing me. God knows I need it.
“Let’s see if he finds you intriguing or boring with that email. Two down, and maybe by number ten you’ll finally ask what I told you to.” Daniel chides, pressing the rim of his glass firmly against his bottom lip and taking a slow sip. Leaving another disfigured expression in its wake.
He really doesn’t like my favorite alcohol. Or one of my favorites that is. I love wine as well. As for fruity concoctions or beer, they’re either too sweet or too tart. I want warmth and richness captivating my taste buds. That’s why I prefer a dryer, more potent wine. The boldness is what entices me the most. I guess I like my drinks as I do most things in life, warm yet bold. Most of my wardrobe consists of warm and bold colors. Mainly blacks, blues, reds, greens and the occasional white or pink. I find tan to be the most blah color on the planet. However, a deep brown is a soul clincher for me; I can never get enough of it, not in clothing but in furniture and décor. Take my office for example, it’s elegant and my dark executive desk rests as the focal point of a room with a masculine lavender walls, tan low pile carpet; used mostly for warmth not esthetics, my feet don’t do so well on hardwood and I don’t wear heels all day when I’m seated. However, I do wear them everywhere any other time. Even on the weekends, I don’t leave the house without a pair of size twelve heels adoring my neatly manicured toes. The rest of my office is basically a showpiece. A bronze Rodin The Thinker statuette sits atop my desk for inspiration. A twenty-four inch cream statue of Michelangelo’s David rests on my wet bar. My walls are hung with various art nouveau reproductions of Gustav Klimt’s masterpieces including The Kiss, Three Ages of Women, Baroness Elizabeth, and The Family. All of them are framed to precise perfection, giving my office that artsy, yet homey ambiance. I would never go so unique in my art selection at home, but in my office, I had no choice but to think outside of the box. And for ages, I have appreciated the fine arts, Gustav Klimt being one of those artists.
Finishing his Patrón, and I mine, he stands and comes over to my side of the desk to take my empty glass, and exits, shutting the door behind him. I guess it’s time to get to work and wash this morning away.
Chapter Seven
Tuesday
“Good morning, boss.” Daniel with a sly smile greets as I walk past him into my office. Not much going on today at work but the norm, and last night I went home, took an extra-lon
g dip in my whirlpool bathtub as I listened to Patsy’s greatest hits, sipped Merlot, and masturbated. I haven’t actually gotten off on my own in what feels like ages, but as I soaked in my tub, slowly washing my pale skin up and down with my cream loofa, thinking about the Suit Master and his enticing words. By the time I got through three Patsy songs, I was so turned on I didn’t have a choice but to masturbate.
“Morning.” I call, over my shoulder, going around the side of my desk and throwing my purse down before dropping into my executive chair. I didn’t check my email last night, even though I wanted to. I didn’t want to seem too eager or desperate.
“Need serviced?” Daniel asks, coming into my office and shutting the door behind him, his brown slacks already showing off his substantial manhood.
“Not this morning, Daniel, I’m sorry I’ve got a lot of work to do.” I lie, to be honest I don’t feel right allowing him to service me right before I plan on exchanging another email with this new man. It seems wrong.
“Oh.” Slumping his shoulders with a frown, he turns and opens the door to leave.
“You know I love you, Daniel, I’m sorry.” I apologize, because I know how much he loves getting me off. I’m not sure why, but it’s something he’s grown to love and obviously need, over this past year.
“Thanks.” He mopes, shutting me into my office alone.
Waking my computer, my stomach is doing nervous summersaults. I can’t believe I’m this excited to be reading an email from a man I don’t even know. Other than he’s a lawyer, has a dog, and a few other things.
Opening my dating website, my manicured fingers can’t click fast enough. I’m so excited and nervous and finicky. I can’t sit still.
Oh my God, he emailed me!! Twice!!
From: SuitMaster6979
To: Lotionlady319
Monday 8:45 p.m.
To my darling Lotion Lady,
I’m sorry your impression of lawyers has been tainted this week. Yes, I do know Gage Masterson; his office is a big name in these parts. No, he’s not my boss, so you don’t have to feel sorry for me. My law office is in Cartersville as is my primary residence.
From reading your profile, other than your love for reading and apparently fashion because your profile picture shows you wearing a navy Dolce & Gabbana lace dress. My sister is a fashion queen and has taken her unwilling younger brother under her fashion-obsessed wing, since I was five. I never stood a chance. My older brother lucked out and will forever be the mismatched bachelor, which my fun vivacious sister uncouthly teases at every family gathering.
What I leading into asking is…do you have any other loves or hobbies? Other than your impeccable fashion sense and astounding literary passion?
The warmest hugs - The Suit Master
P.S. Pardon my frankness, but quoting brilliant women such as Maya Angelou is not only the quickest way to my heart but into my pants. As if, your intelligence and beauty hadn’t already sealed the deal.
P.S.S. “There is no exquisite beauty without some strangeness in proportion.”
I’m swooning! It’s happened! I am officially hooked. He is by far the most interesting man I’ve ever spoken with. Or emailed, is more accurate. I haven’t exactly spoken with him.
Second email! I wonder how good this one is going to be? Ekkk!!!
From: SuitMaster6979
To: Lotionlady319
Tuesday 6:45 a.m.
To the lovely Lotion Lady,
I know you are probably not into work yet. I was checking my messages and realized I haven’t heard back from you. So, I thought I’d drop you a line before I dive into my latest case. It’s been a difficult one for me to deal with. Sorry, I can’t divulge more information than that.
How’s your morning? I hope you have a great day at work. You’re pretty blue eyes and bright smile will be in my thoughts until I fall asleep tonight.
Sincerest Heart - Suit Master
P.S “Beauty awakens the soul to act.”
Yet again, another amazing email, how in the hell do you respond to that? Is it just me or does he seem too good to be true? I’m trying to be realistic here. I’m not a pessimist but he’s sweet, dresses nice; thanks to his sister. And he has ten other spectacular things going for him, mainly, the working with abused women and children. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear this man seemed a lot like Gage. Same profession it terms of lawyer and suits. Except the fact, Gage’s office is in Heartfair, I don’t think he does abuse cases, he isn’t very nice, and I’m quite certain he’s not as eloquently versed. He proved that yesterday in the conference room when he blatantly stated verbatim “Ms. Keagan displayed unprofessionalism when trying to have my clients sign the documents, by exposing the tops of her boobs.”
Yes, he used the word boobs, not breasts. I was somewhat surprised in his argument fun bags wasn’t the verbiage of choice. Apparently, in the court of law it’s acceptable to speak of boobs. Sounds immature to me, but hey, I might be slightly on the bitter side. Just thinking about that pompous fucker who is way too good looking makes me even angrier, mainly at God. How is it fair to be that sexy and smart, but still be a complete asshat? It doesn’t add up, and if I don’t stop thinking about him, I’m going to ruin my day and it’s starting out so well.
“Are you busy, boss?” Daniel calls over the intercom.
“Not today, why?” I speak sweetly and pray that by the end of the day his hurt feelings are gone. I don’t want an unhappy Daniel.
“There is someone here to see you.”
“If it’s Gage Masterson tell him to go home.”
Chuckling into the speaker Daniel says. “No, no, boss, it’s Laura from The Women’s and Children’s Shelter.”
I wonder what she wants. It can’t be good news if she’s dropping by unexpectedly.
“Oh, yes, that’s fine, Daniel, please send her in.”
The door to my office swings open, Laura, the mid-thirties average build, average looks, brunette, wearing jeans, and a white dress shirt comes walking in. Daniel closes the door behind her.
“Please.” I gesture my hand to one of my open guest chairs.
“Thanks.” She smiles, taking a seat, looking rather uncomfortable.
“What can I help you with, Laura?” I make sure my tone is more friendly than business. Anything involving that shelter is personal to me. I would do anything to keep it open.
“Well, I hate to do this. I know you already donate so much as it is. But…there is a new family that we just moved into our facility, three children all elementary school aged and their mother. Their father was an abusive drunk and the mother can’t walk properly, because two years ago he ran her over with their family van and didn’t take her to the hospital for a week. So her legs, after eight surgeries, are still in bad need of repair and she can’t work. Our budget only covers enough to help get people back on their feet; it doesn’t cover medical expenses, vehicles, or anything above and beyond. I’ve pulled enough money to get them an apartment for three months. I just don’t know what else I can do.”
The drop of Laura’s face and her desolate expression is pulling hard on my heartstrings. That poor woman and her kids, I wonder why it’s taken her so long to get away from that monster.
“I’m so sorry to hear that. You know I’ll do anything I can to help. You tell me what and I’ll cover it, as long as she is putting that bastard behind bars. If she wants to go back to him, I can’t condone that. You know how I work, Laura, it’s all or nothing.” I’m firm but just. She bobs her pretty little head, agreeing with my every word.
“I know I made sure of that before I came to you. She’s already put a restraining order on him and moved here. They are from Toledo and moved to get away from him. Her mother’s boyfriend brought them to us two weeks ago. I have enrolled the children at Heartfair Elementary and the mother is taking online courses so she can be a medical transcriptionist from home, part time.”
Knowing Laura needs my help and has actively sought it
out is a huge step. She never does this.
“Alright, give me a second.” Pressing the button on my phone, I buzz Daniel.
“Yes, boss?”
“Daniel, I need you to make sure you speak to Kim and have her purchase the white single story that’s for sale on Elm, I think it’s around fifty five thousand. Kim will know what to do. Then, I want to make sure you place twenty thousand in a trust, Laura will give you the woman’s name when she leaves. Lastly, I want you to take the company credit card and furnish the house with just the basics, no more than ten thousand. Do you have that down?”
He replies by reiterating what I just said to him and I hang up.
Turning my attention back to Laura, she’s beaming and the gloom that she carried in is officially gone.
“Thank you, Lex. Thank you so much. She will be so happy to hear about this.” She stands and reaches across my desk to shake my hand. Instead, I come around my desk and wrap her into a big hug.
Patting her back, I reassure. “If you ever need anything Laura, you know I’m here. Make sure she sees a local lawyer. Actually, I have a man who can do the job. I’ll give him your number and make sure he contacts you right away. Send his bill to me once the scumbag is behind bars.”
“Okay.” She sniffles, as she pulls away.
Stopping at the door, she turns, thanks me and leaves.
I did my good duty for the day. Now I really have to contact the Suit Master. I have a new job for him.
Sitting behind my desk, I click the reply button on his email.
From: Lotionlady319
To: SuitMaster6979
Dear: Suit Master
I’m not sure if you’re generally this suave but your ability to articulate words is not only flattering, it’s impossible not to lie in bed late at night and think about.
Lex (Unconventional Hearts) Page 6
