by Mia Ford
“Okay, Tiffany,” he said with a kind smile. “I got all your tests entered in, and now, we wait. It should only take a day or two to get the results, and then we can go from there. You are free to go, and we will call you as soon as we get the results.”
“Thank you,” I said with a shy smile. “So, what does that mean? Do you think there’s a chance I will have options?”
“I think that if your blood work comes back clean,” he said, shrugging, “we will have a ton of options to discuss. I've seen cases much worse than yours end up happy in the end. Just relax, breathe deeply, and let’s wait for the results. Once I have those in my hands, I’ll be able to really give you a definitive answer.”
“Okay,” I said, forcing a smile.
“I’ll see you in a couple of days.” He left the room, shutting the door behind him to give me privacy.
I wanted to get dressed, but I couldn’t seem to force myself to move from the spot where I was. There were so many things to think about, and my mind was all over the place. What if I could have children? What would Jason say? What would Jordan say? I knew I didn’t want him back. I had already decided we weren’t right for each other, but I still couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened if he had taken the time to look up doctors, do research, and wait for this amazing second opinion. Just the thought of it made me realize even more that Jordan wasn’t right for me. He gave up before there was any definitive proof of anything. He ran without a thought in his mind, and honestly, it might have been the best thing in the entire world for me. But now that I had options but no husband, it was kind of a moot point. I mean, I could have a child on my own, but I didn’t want to. I wanted a family with someone I loved. I guess having the knowledge that I could even have children when I was ready was enough peace of mind to fully move on from all of this and look forward toward the future. That’s exactly what Jason wanted for me, and that was what I was going to take from all of this.
I got dressed quickly, not wanting to spend any more time in the doctor’s office than I had to. I texted Jason that I was done, and he asked to meet me at the café by work for lunch. I smiled at the thought of drinking a hot coffee, snuggled up in a booth next to him. I pulled on my jacket and left the office, grabbing a cab and heading toward the café. The entire time in the cab, I thought about the tests. Would this doctor tell me the same things everyone else had? My biggest fear was that all of this was for nothing, and I would have gotten my hopes up just to have them shot down. I guess knowing was better than going the rest of my life wondering, but I wasn’t sure if I could take another blow, especially for something I hadn’t really come to terms with yet. I took in a deep breath and pushed the thought from my mind, deciding that I needed to be positive. And for God’s sake, I had taken a long enough break from life. It was time to jump back in and move forward instead of just standing still.
When I arrived, Jason was waiting and he opened the cab door for, taking my hand and helping me up onto the curb. I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his neck, taking in a deep breath of his cologne, which calmed my nerves. He pulled back and smiled, kissing me on the forehead and looking deep in my eyes for some kind of answers. I smiled softly at him, letting him know I was okay. He took my hand, and we walked into the café, grabbed a table at the back, and waited for our lunch to be ready.
“So,” he said smiling. “How did it go?”
“He seems to think that as long as my tests come back the same as before, there are options for me to get pregnant when I’m ready,” I said excitedly. “I mean I’m trying not to get too ahead of myself, but this is just such amazing news.”
“That is amazing news,” Jason said, clinking his coffee cup against mine.
“I just don’t want to be let down,” I said with a sigh. “So, I am trying to keep my mind busy. I decided that I am coming back to work. I want to start back tomorrow and hit the ground running. I’ve had too much time off, and I’m ready.”
“Well, I will be more than happy to have you back,” he said, kissing my cheek. “I just want to know that you’re doing everything at your own pace.”
“I am.” I smiled. “You are always looking out for what’s best. You are so good to me.”
“You deserve it.” He looked like he wanted to say something else, but he stopped himself and took a sip of his coffee instead.
We spent his lunch hour talking about me coming back to work, what that meant for me, and what that meant for the company. He was genuinely excited to have me back at the office, and to be honest, I was just as excited to be back. I still needed to call John and let him know, but there was no way he would argue with it, especially with the piles of files that seemed to be increasing every time I walked into the office. Not only would this get everything off my mind, but I would also get to see Jason every day, which was a really awesome bonus to all of this. He had been my rock, and I hadn’t even expected it. Each time he looked at me, touched me, or was even in the same room as me, I immediately felt better. A crazy calm would roll over me like a wave, and I loved every second of it. He reached over and touched my hand, sending chills down my back, and I smiled, feeling safe and secure. When he looked down at his watch, signaling he was running out of time, my stomach almost dropped, but I told myself it was okay. I just needed to make it through the night, and I would be back in action, lots of things to keep my mind busy.
“I have to get back,” Jason said with disappointment in his voice. “We have meetings today, and now that you aren’t the mystery girl anymore, they aren’t really cutting me any slack.”
“Aw.” I stuck out my bottom lip. “I understand. Text me later if you aren’t busy.”
“Of course.” He stood and leaned over to kiss my forehead. “Do you want me to get you a cab?”
“No,” I said, looking down at my coffee. “I’m going to hang out here for a little bit and enjoy my last afternoon of freedom before it’s back to the grind. I have to call your father anyway and tell him.”
“I can tell him for you,” he said, smiling.
“No, I better be the one to make that call,” I said. “We have to at least give the illusion that we’re going to try to be professional at work.”
“Pfft,” Jason laughed. “No problem.”
He kissed me again and walked out of the door. Once he was no longer in sight, I picked up my phone and dialed Mona, wanting to let her know how the doctor’s appointment went. I knew she was waiting for my phone call, almost as excited as I was to know that I had options.
“Hey,” I said when she answered.
“So,” she said impatiently. “How did it go?”
“It looks like there is a good chance I might still be able to have a baby,” I said excitedly. “The doc is going to call me as soon as the test results come back.”
“Oh, Tiff, that is so amazing,” she said with a deep breath releasing from her lungs. “Are you happy?”
“Yeah.” I sighed, part relief and part exhaustion. “It’s a lot to process.”
“Do you think you will get back with Jordan if babies are possible?”
“What? No.” I laughed. “I realized very quickly that Jordan and I weren’t meant to be in any shape or form. If I can have children, they will not be his. He lost that shot when he walked away before he even tried to see if anything could be done.”
“I understand,” she said.
“To be honest,” I said with a pause. “I am pretty positive that I’ve fallen in love with Jason.”
Chapter 21
Jason
I got to work extra early, setting up Tiffany’s desk and putting a dozen white roses on her desk. I made sure the dust had been removed, the trash can was empty, and her pictures of Jordan in them were replaced with pictures of cute dogs and cats. I knew the last thing she needed when she came to work was to stare down at her past and feel like it was haunting her everywhere she went. I went back to my office and sat at my desk, looking up anytime anyone w
alked past in the hallway. Her office sat diagonally from mine, and I could see right into her desk. I was looking forward to having her distract me all day long and flirting across interoffice messaging. I felt like I was back in school passing notes back and forth and trying not to get caught by the teacher, who would be either my father or my brother in this circumstance. I was more scared of my dad than my brother, though the former was more like a hall monitor than a teacher.
At a quarter to eight, the normal time Tiffany usually showed up at the office, I watched her walk past my door, her tight, calf-length pencil skirt hugging every curve. Her white silk blouse was tucked in and the first three buttons were undone, giving me just a hint of cleavage. Her five-inch black heels made her look long and tall, and I immediately developed a chub in my pants. She was talking to the temp as she walked around the corner into her office. I peeked up as she looked at the note I left in the flowers. She smiled, glancing up at my office and nodding to me. She finished her conversation with the temp and went back to her desk, sitting down and looking at the pictures I had replaced in their frames. She threw her head back and laughed, looking over at me and blowing a kiss. I was glad I had started her day on a positive note.
For the next several hours, I tried to concentrate, but every time I thought I was on the ball, I would look up and catch her eye. She was so damn sexy with her hair pulled back in a ponytail and her black-rimmed glasses scooting down her nose. She twirled a pencil in her fingers and landed it between her lips, making me immediately think back to when my cock was between those lips. I pulled up the messenger and sent her a winking face. She smiled and glanced up at me, pulling at her bottom lip with the pen. She sent me back a message that read, “Lunch?” I looked at the clock and knew I had an hour left. I thought about my answer for several seconds before typing back.
Noon. Seventh floor?
A smile curled at her lips as she read the message, but she quickly sobered as my father walked into her office. I stifled a laugh as she tried to get herself together and answer some questions for him on a file. When he walked away, I looked down at the screen and saw that she was typing back. I waited impatiently for her answer and then blushed when I received it.
You’re on. I’m thinking you bend me over the rafters this time.
I looked up at her and smiled, nodding my head. I wasn’t sure how much of the messaging could be read by the company, so I decided we would need to start coming up with code words to type to each other. We could text, but that would be too obvious. This way, at least we could look like we were working while we sluffed off our responsibilities and took the entire morning to flirt back and forth across the hall. When the clock hit noon, I stood up from my desk and walked across to her office, watching her finish shoving a file in the filing cabinet and turn toward me, her white lace bra peeking out from under her silk shirt. We walked quietly down toward the elevators and climbed in, standing feel apart until the seven was pressed and the doors had shut.
Immediately, we were on each other, our mouths pushing over each other, our bodies writhing up and down against each other. She was so fucking sexy, and I looked up at the numbers as she kissed my neck. At this rate, would I even last until we got to the seventh floor? I stepped back away from her as the doors opened to the construction, just in case there were still workers on the floor. We peered around the open space, and once realizing it was all clear, we were right back on each other. I pushed Tiffany up against the wooden planks on the wall, running my hands over her waist and pulling her skirt up over her hips. She was wearing sexy thigh highs again, and I growled at how sensual she was. I looked around again, just in case. Did anyone ever work on the seventh floor? Shoving the thought aside, I spun Tiffany around and pulled her skirt up over her ass. I stepped back and grabbed her cheeks, massaging them in my hands. Her black thong was the only thing standing in the way of me and that beautiful wet pussy, but I needed to be gentle since we had to go back to work afterward.
Tiffany reached her arms up in the air and grabbed onto the poles above her, sticking her ass out toward me. I slapped her cheek and unbuckled my pants, knowing we didn’t have a ton of time. I reached down into my boxers and pulled my rock-hard cock out, running the tip over her ass. She shook her hips, making her firm round cheeks bounce up and down. I chuckled as she looked back and smiled at me mischievously. I pushed down on her back and she spread her legs wide, her juicy mound coming into view. I pulled her panties to the side and stepped forward, running my cock through her folds before pushing deep and slowly inside of her. God, she felt so damn good.
I reached one hand up and braced myself against the wall, using my other hand to hold her waist and thrust inside of her. She covered her mouth, not wanting to make too much noise. Her muffled moans sent shivers down my back, and immediately, I started pushing harder and faster. She reached down and pulled her panties all the way to the side, rubbing her clit with two fingers as she pushed her hips back to meet my thrust. I spread my feet wider and grabbed onto her tightly with two hands, pushing and pulling her up and down my cock. Her juices glistened on my shaft as I watched her pussy swallow me whole. Our skin began to slap loudly together and the wood beneath us creaked in protest.
“Yes,” she said through gritted teeth. “Fuck, that feels amazing.”
Her voice was high pitched and needy and just the sound of it made my hips move faster and deeper. Suddenly, she stepped forward, pulling me out of her and turning around. She took her leg and put it up on a stack of tiles next to us and wrapped her hands around my neck, guiding my cock back inside of her. I pulled her close and lifted her into the air, pushing her back against the wall and thrusting upward inside of her. She moaned loudly, no longer caring who could hear, and I groaned as my cock got harder and harder. My movements began to get short and deep, and I looked into her eyes, seeing the intense passion. She dug her fingers into my neck as my body moved up and down hers, massaging her clit with just the motion of my hips. She threw her head back and bounced up and down, giving it to me faster and harder than I was going. I could feel her go from needy to frantic as her body opened up and took every inch of my cock. I could feel her body tensing against me, and then she arched her back, covering her mouth as she screamed out in ecstasy. Pleasure flowed over her face, and I could feel the explosion of her warm juices all down my shaft. The feeling was almost too much to take.
I grabbed her waist and bounced her up and down on my cock as fast as I possibly could. My cock was throbbing, and I just wanted to feel the release of an orgasm. As her screams matched the motion of her body, I thrust harder and deeper until I could no longer hold on. I stepped forward and slammed my cock inside, holding her down on it as I erupted in ecstasy. She watched my face as my cock pulsated inside her, coming hard, and forcing my body to shake and twitch. Slowly, I lowered her until her face was near mine. I pressed my lips hard against hers, trying to catch my breath. She opened her eyes and looked at me, smiling, before she kissed my nose and put her feet down on the ground. I held myself up against the wall, still gripping the base of my cock as I recovered as fast as I could.
I tucked my dick back into my boxers and pulled my pants up, shifting it around since it was still hard as a rock. I tucked my shirt in and fixed my tie before turning to her and smiling as she tucked her blouse back in, zipped up her skirt, and pulled her thigh-highs back up. She laughed and wiped her lip gloss from my face, grabbing my tie and pulling me in for a kiss. I shook my head at her as I looked deep into her eyes, wondering how I got so damn lucky. Not only did I get to claim this woman as my girlfriend, I got to see her every day and fuck her on my lunch break. Normally things like that happened when someone like Jordan was fucking the secretary, but this came with strings attached and that made me more than happy.
As we walked back to the elevator, ready to take our actual lunch break, she took my hand and leaned up kissing me on the cheek. She smiled as I pressed the button to the bottom floor, my heart still racing i
n my chest. As the doors closed, she started laughing.
“We totally could have gotten caught,” she said. “That was their lunch break.”
“Wow,” I said chuckling. “You might have told me that.”
“Whoops.” She laughed even harder.
“So,” I said, looking down at her. “Do you like being back at work?”
“Hell, yeah,” she said. “I get to do this every day? And get paid for it? Count me in.”
“Yeah, until the seventh floor is finished,” I replied.
“Then,” she said, walking backward out of the elevator and smiling at me, “we’ll just have to find a new place.”
“Maybe I’ll convince my father to renovate the eleventh floor.” I wasn’t entirely joking, either.
“Wasn't that done like a year ago?”
“You gotta stay with the times,” I said. “I mean, he probably doesn’t even remember it was renovated.”
We laughed as we walked out of the building and down the street to grab a sandwich at the deli. Tiffany wrapped her arms around her and shivered, having forgotten her jacket in the mad dash to the seventh floor. I pulled my coat off and wrapped it around her shoulders. She was so gorgeous, and I was in absolute heaven. I didn’t want anything to change, not one single thing.
