by CJ Hawk
I wanted to put my convertible Mercedes in reverse and hightail it out of there. I was in fight or flight mode. Because no man, had ever gotten me so physically sexually worked up in one short moment, one fleeting moment of attraction from a short observation. I felt my nipples harden and my thighs warm up. I put my sunglasses on my face to cover the obvious attraction that showed in my eyes. I was not into surfer boys, never had been since the eighth grade and never would be again. A girl only gets her heart broken that hard once. Then he stood next to my car door, handed me the flower and introduced himself. "Trey Masterson. I run this joint."
Well, he did not sound intelligent, more like a laid back Jamaican after smoking a joint. All cool collected and relaxed, which I was not, at least not right now. I was a heated mess internally with the sexual attraction I was feeling for this man. I took the flower he was offering and our hands touched. I felt a sense of electricity between us, and an instant intensity made my clitoris want to explode. He flashed his smile at me, and I could have had an orgasm right there. I needed him as my man, but then again, that would only complicate things. Instead, I held the flower he gave me in my left hand, held out my right hand for a professional handshake and left him standing there with this comment. "Tall, dark, handsome and professionally intelligent. No surfer boy wannabes. I look forward to seeing who you selected."
It sounded short, curt and very snide. It was who I became when any man turned my mojo into slushy with a look, touch or smile. And Trey Masterson, retired surfer boy turned entrepreneur, had just caused me to have my own personal orgasm as I turned my Mercedes onto the street, smelling his flower, and remembering his smile, his touch and how damn good he looked in just a white tee and khaki cargo shorts.
Chapter Three
Zachery met up with Trey in their office two hours later and let out a deep breath. "That was intense. I never would have thought this would have turned out to be such a tough job. She seemed laid back, precise on line then that interview. She's a rock. I'd hate to have her bust my balls."
Trey held an identical salmon colored hibiscus flower in his fingers and twirled it around back and forth by the green base of the flower. Then he spoke up with a soft somber voice. "Yeah." Then he turned his attention to his partner and talked to him as his best buddy and partner, which he was. He did not think he could tell him that the attraction he felt for his client was beyond casual sex and wanting, it was more. "She was a lot different than I expected. Not wanting a blonde in Santa Barbara makes it tougher, but I have a few guys up in San Francisco that I think might work. One of them is gay, but you would never know it. That might make it easier on them. Was it me, or did that woman have a gold medal in sexual attraction?"
Zachery laughed. "She's smoking hot and diamond club league boss. Never would have thought that two surfer guys like us would end up match making high-end rich bitches like her. I was hard through half the interview watching her. Did you catch the whole interview?"
Trey was not about to admit he not only watched the entire interview with a hard on, but that he had plans to watch her tapes later tonight, while home alone in his ocean front condo. A woman like her did not come into his lifetime very often, when they did, they usually left him with heartbreak, a daughter they will not let him see that often, and a huge child support bill. That was the kind he needed to stay away from. He had a cell phone filled with numbers of available beach bunnies half his age and tireless in bed, sometimes two at a time if he wanted.
It wasn't how he had grown up thinking he would live out his later years in life once he turned thirty-five and was stuck with a bad knee and jacked up hip from a surfing accident. He had always wanted a gorgeous independent wife and a few kids while living off the coast. Well, he got the coastal condo; the rest of his money went to his ex in London, who was raising their thirteen-year-old daughter. He did get to keep this condo they bought together. It wasn't the beach side home he yearned for, with landscaping he did himself, but it would do as long as it had the ocean.
Now his business, well Zach and his business, had this old empty lot, next to his building, and it finally held the garden he loved nurturing instead of a wife or family like he had hoped. Instead, he would settle for the life he was successfully building. Running a male escort service had never been in the cards, but it was how the deck of scrabble cards landed.
Now, Jennifer Everest, corporate elitist, was just going to have to be an unobtainable infatuation that he would have to work out in other ways. Because she was the last thing, he needed to confuse his already complicated life, and he knew that he was the last type of man she wanted or was attracted to. Yet, something in the way she reacted to him when he handed her the flower told him otherwise.
Zachery's voice broke his thoughts. "These are the three local finalists. I think we can contact the San Francisco ones and set up something, which gives her a few dates to select the finals. I've got some work to finish out on our other client from New York that is flying in later today. Old southern money gone east coast fashion tycoon wants a black man to piss off her papa. This is going to take some work. I need a man with a sense of steel to handle her prejudice southern family that she wants to take him back to and piss off. Where the hell do these women come from and why can't they work out their daddy issues elsewhere?"
Trey broke out in laughter and tossed the flower to the trash can. "If it weren't for rich women with daddy or men issues we wouldn't be making the big bucks setting them up with escorts. We'd be working back at Charlie's bar wondering what the hell happened to our life as surfers." However, a question began to nag and build in the back of Trey's brain. What was her daddy or man issue and why did she not like men like himself? Who hurt her so bad that blonde surfer boys were out of the question?
He wasn't going to spend too much time pondering on it. He watched Zachery grab his laptop and iPad and stuff them in his briefcase. An item the two of them never thought they would ever carry. He head nodded good night to Zachery and watched him walk out of the office. As soon as the door closed, he made a copy of the interview of one mysterious sexy female on a flash drive. He had plans tonight that included a nice steak dinner he was going to grill out on his condo balcony while watching the sun set, and the ocean waves splash in. He was going to watch that interview on his laptop, while he took one delicious bite of his steak, one bite after another. He would wash it down with a nice Corona and lime, and then he was going to jack off to his fantasy of taking her down for the biggest orgasm she ever had and leaving the best smile on her face. A fantasy he concocted while watching her, knowing full well it would never happen. He did not mix business with pleasure, and he knew that if he got his hands on her, it would be more pleasure than either of them had in a long, long time.
He knew when a woman could turn his world upside down, and he would never let it happen to him again. One ex was enough and there was no need to go through life with this new desire building within him. He would simple work this one out himself. Then maybe, call in a favor from the twins later to make his world a better place.
The sound of the ocean waves from his balcony beckoned him into the water. It was the smell of the New York strip steak on his grill that kept him on his balcony. Trey flipped the half-cooked steak over and took the last sip of his beer in the long neck bottle. He turned and walked inside from his balcony and tossed the glass bottle in the recycle bin. As he opened the refrigerator for a second bottle of beer, his mind went to Jennifer for the tenth time that day. She was all he had thought about since her interview. The way her eyes lit up with a sexual flirtation each time she looked at him towards the mirrored window. She was a smart woman, and he knew that she figured out that she was being watched, examined, and that intrigued him.
The way she looked down then up into his eyes each time showed a bit of submission that he was sure was locked deep down inside of her. After his research, he knew she had been in control of not only herself but also the company she worked for. She w
as organized, thorough, and could memorize facts about anyone to recall later. She was an incredible force to be reckoned with if you tried to cross her. However, she had executive connections in most major cities. All this by the age of thirty-two was quite a feat, which meant; she had no down time for a social life. That would be why she came to him.
The way she played with her brown hair and crossing her legs seductively while looking towards him mind you, not the cameras, told him she was taunting him. Teasing him to come play, yet when he brought her the flower, he felt the chill she instantly tried to put between them, and yet her nipples through her sheer top told him otherwise. She was turned on by him. Tall, he was. Handsome, he knew. However, the dark hair, well that he wasn't and there was a reason behind the fact she didn't want any man with light colored hair. Some man must have hurt her bad that she could never let another blonde-haired man seduce her again.
That thought of hurt he knew all too well. He thought of his own personal reasons for why he chose to do what he was doing now. Falling in love with a woman with a rich family is one thing. Being told, after your surfing career had crashed, that you were not worthy of her love or able to provide by her father was another. The proverbial, add salt to the wound, was when she stood behind her father, holding his daughter's hand and agreeing that this was for the best.
He could have easily crashed and burned if it weren't for Zachery. His best friend growing up and a man he could always count on to watch his back out in the water, on the surf, or in life in general. Zachery came up with the idea but had no way to back it financially with his job as a bartender. Trey did.
He sat down at his small balcony table, scooted his chair in, and took another long drawl of his beer while he watched the surf. He let his steak rest for a few minutes before eating it. The first cut into his steak made him think of Jennifer's smile. The way she could toss a sexual hint with just the corners of her mouth turned upwards. The first tender bite of his medium-rare steak, he thought about some of the words she used to describe herself, and he mentally added a few more to that list: tease, flirt, sexually dominate in the corporate world and in dire need of some sexual submission in the bedroom, preferably with him in command.
He took the bite of steak and let the juices slide out from each chew. The thought of her naked body came to mind. Spread out on his bed, with her dark hair a mess and that sexy flirtatious smiling urging him on. He envisioned her with a bald pussy, wet and waiting for his tongue to lash out at her clitoris, and felt his fingers ache to thrust inside that wet cunt of hers. His cock twitched inside his shorts, and a smile grew upon his face. Each delicious bite of his steak made him think more and more of her, and how badly he wanted to fuck her until she could no longer deny that what she really wanted was this particular blonde surfer boy.
The sun was setting over the ocean with glorious brilliant colors dancing together while the waves crashed against the shore. There were a few people walking along the public beach below. Trey took his business inside, leaving his empty beer bottle and his empty plate on the table.
The pulsation of the hot shower on his chest beat against him like a drum. The image of Jennifer and her enticing copper brown eyes made him harder as he envisioned her kneeling before him letting her hands roam up his legs. He let his hand wrap around himself, and he began to stroke up and down as if it was Jennifer doing the stroking. He felt her hot wet mouth slide over him, and he placed a hand against the tiled shower wall as he felt himself about to come. The hot shower water now pulsed over his face as his hand stroked harder, faster. All it took to go over the edge was the vision of her sultry sexy body laid out before him, and he was gone.
Trey did not need to watch the interviews of her again, knowing full well what it did to him, but he did any ways, well past midnight. He studied every aspect of her, and what her responses were. He finally decided that the last thing he needed was another rich woman to break his heart. Because even if she did give him the chance, he was sure she had such a protective barrier guarding her heart that she would only push him away and leave him broken hearted. His first wife had shattered his heart into a million pieces, and he had not let another single woman come close. However, for Jennifer, he felt this intense need to be with her, to watch her, see her naked body and then there was this undeniable connection he felt the first time he saw her through the mirrored glass window. Something deep and personable grew inside of him and made him want to sweep in on a jungle vine and carry her away to a private cave and pound his chest. That was a feeling he had not had since his ex. It was a primal feeling he did not want to succumb to again. He knew what he had to do. He had to find the perfect match for Jennifer and forget all about her. And he knew exactly how to do that. Two texts later and he would be seeing the twins come Saturday after he got some surfing in with Zachery.
Chapter Four
Driving to my home along the coastline while the sun was setting was the reason I had selected the beachfront home I had bought. It was a forty-minute drive in bad traffic, but when did I ever work normal hours that would put me in rush hour.
Today was exhilarating, a bit like my first date. Zachery was ever the adorable surfer boy trying to act professional in a three-piece suit, that I could tell he would much rather be bare chested, hair grown out and surf shorts. His tan body told me he still surfed, most likely with Trey. I had read up about the two before the venture. I was detailed that way. I even knew what to expect of the looks of Trey. Perhaps that was why I could not help myself but flirt with the reflective mirrored window. I knew he was back there; I knew he was watching. I knew more about him than he probably could comprehend. Having good friends among the intelligence business made that convenient. None of that made it any easier the minute Trey handed me the flower. I still had an orgasm humming through my body, waiting to come out of me, but the rest of my day after that interview was crazy.
"Dial Lorna." I commanded into my phone after I selected the connection button. Lorna is my most valuable assistant out of the two I had working for me. Lorna, not only handled personal work related items but household business as well.
"Lorna?"
"At your service." She joked then a light laughter escaped her teasingly. Normally, she was all professional, but lately I have noticed a new light heartedness to her personality. I actually preferred it, yet did not want to encourage it too much, or I might run into another incident of having my secretary thinking we were BFFs. That is the first step on corporate no-no. You need your secretary on their toes not leaning against your shoulder.
"Terrific. I'm about fifteen minutes out. Is Henry coming by today?" Henry was my personal chef who delivered to my house every two weeks with healthy frozen prepackaged labeled meals.
"He's on his way. You two should get there about the same time."
"I have to call Japan tonight. Did you get those numbers together?" I had my eyes on the road with half my brain on work, and the other half on Trey and the reaction he caused out of me. This was a new exhilarating feeling that I was experiencing from a man. I had to work it out soon.
"On your email. By the way, a Trey Masterson called for you today. Wouldn't say what for, and asked some personable questions about you."
So much for discreet. "He's just some guy. Listen. I have a few days off before I fly out to Japan, and I have them packed with personal to do's." Hopefully getting my potential escort squared down. "They are letting me take someone. Want to tag along? Karaoke and Saki?" I let the sound of my voice tease flirtatiously about the karaoke. I knew that was Lorna's favorite pastime.
"Damn it Jennifer. You know what? I've got that stupid cousin of mine getting married the weekend you get back. I'm her freaking bridesmaid because she's pissed off too many of her friends to get anyone else to do it." The sound of irritation quickly diminished out of her voice. If there was one thing that Lorna promptly understood was my intolerance to female drama affecting our business relationship. I heard the cheery sound in her v
oice return. "Sorry. I would have loved to go with you. We had such a blast last time."
Lorna had told me all about the wedding, but I forgot it was coming up. I did not fret over her personal calendar. "I guess I'll just have to find me a guy."
"Maybe that Trey guy. He sounded cute."
She had no idea. I knew Trey would fit me perfectly in the sexual sense. I also knew his surfer boy looks would also make me look incompetent for dating such a laid back looking man, versus the career sharp dresser I was looking for. I needed someone educated and worldly. I doubted that Trey got that with not finishing high school and just surfing around the world did not make him an educated sophisticated man at that. However, he could definitely make the women swoon and perhaps with a haircut and a suit the men would take him seriously. Although his speech was simple, too simple and his mannerisms were too laid back. I needed a man who walked in a room and demanded attention.
Trey might be excellent in bed; the man should check his social network once in a while. There were some twins bragging about his skills in bed. Two at a time, pha-lease. It just takes the right woman to make a man feel like he had it better than the whole two at a time gig. I had to get my mind off Trey and back to work.
"Lorna? Did you sync my new schedule?"
"You're set. Put much thought into taking a man on some of these? I booked you at two for most social events. I've got a male cousin who's cute, but my next week is chock-full of crazy wedding crap. Don't get married." I heard her laughter through the car speaker and smiled. I had no intention.
