Sensing I'm done she takes a deep breath. “Braydon I hope we raised you well enough to know that nothing will get in the way of true love.” I started to speak and she shut me down with her palm in my face.
Love? I didn't say anything about love. Maybe I was thinking about lust but not love. Shit! I just don't know anymore. What the fuck is wrong with me?
“Now I know it's not love yet, that takes time. But are you willing to lose her if you don't take a chance on this? Rules are rules, but they're your own. Meant to be broken when you see fit.”
“Thanks, I'll think about what you said. It's driving me crazy. She starts Monday and I don't know how I'm going to act around her. I don't want to chase her away by trying to be too cold, but at the same time I don't want to do the same thing by coming on too strong.”
“I have faith that you'll figure it out. You're a very intelligent man.”
*****
“Fuck yeah, touch down!” We all high five, whoop and holler. The Patriots are up by ten at the end of the half.
We're heading to the concessions to grab some more beers and take a piss break when Brent breaks through the noise of the crowds of people around us, all having the same idea. “So that chick really didn't do nothing for you? Really? Seriously?” Why can't he just leave it the fuck alone? He's been going on about it all morning. Actually they all have, it's not like I'm gonna get a hard on from everything with tit's, a pussy and an ass.
“No dumb ass! What made you think I was gonna change my mind from the first fifty fucking times you asked me?” I know they're trying to piss me off. It's working so well, one of them might end up with a black eye.
“Okay, okay, let's talk about something else. I think the fact that he can't get it up's pissing him off.” This time it's Frank. He's cracking up laughing. I'm gonna crack his fucking skull in a minute.
“Watch it fuck face, I'm not in the mood. I got it up plenty for your sister last night.” This sends Brent into hysterics, George not so much. She's his sister too.
Frank shoves me, getting in my face. “That's not funny asshole. That's my baby sister your talking about. Leave Tanya out of this. I know your full of shit anyway, she's away at school.”
“Then fucking drop the red head okay? I'm not attracted to her, get over it!” I know my face is bright red, I'm fucking pissed. I shouldn't have to defend myself to them. We've all been like brothers since school, with the exception of Brent, who joined us earlier this year after graduating college. At twenty three he's the youngest in our circle of friends. He's had no problem fitting in. I know they're just fucking with me. Usually this shit has no affect on me. Just another reason why I'm certain I've gone crazy. I need to bang my new assistant and get it over with before I lose my damn mind.
“Are we gonna stand here like a bunch of bitches in a cat fight, or go back to our seats for the second half?” We follow Brent back to the stands, pushing through the throng of drunk and disorderly fans at the end of our row. Thankfully we're far enough away from them that they don't ruin the game for us.
I'm uncharacteristically quite the rest of the game, I can hear them talking behind the noise of the crowd. No doubt about me, they're worried. Can't say I blame them, I'm worried about me too.
*****
Before going to bed, I pour myself a jack and coke, crank AAF on the stereo in the living room, plop my ass on the couch and think about what my mother said.
Could she be the one?
Is that why I've been acting like this?
I down my drink and get ready to take a shower, leaving the music on that's wired to every room to try and calm my frazzled nerves. As soon as I step into the shower Disturbed comes on. Yeah, I'm down with the sickness alright. Followed by ADIDAS by Korn, fucking story of my life.
I can only seem to imagine sex with one woman. The same woman I'll be seeing in just eight short hours.
Fuck my life......
mood swing
My nerves are completely shot.
I hate starting a new job. I had a few in high school and college, but this is for real, and meeting new people forget about it. I eventually do well with most people. It's just getting to know them that sucks. John told me that he went to school with a couple of the other guys that we'll be working with and that I'd be fine. Yeah, easy for him to say, he already knows them.
As I pull up my stockings, I look at myself in the mirror. Five feet seven inches, long shapely legs, slim waist, curvy hips and a c-cup bra. I've been told several times that I have the perfect body.
Today I chose my new black pencil skirt, soft pink sleeveless blouse and pink two inch heels. Opting for comfort verses pain like Rachel put me through the other night, making me wear those death traps. Twisting my hair up and securing it in a clip, I add a little blush and some lip gloss. Ready to go. I do love having my own bathroom. Grabbing my purse I head to the kitchen to find my roomies.
“Hey, there's some eggs in the pan if your hungry.”
“No thanks Rach, my stomach's in knots. I'll just grab a coffee at Dunkin Donuts on the way in.”
“You need to get it right, we call it Dunkies around here. There's one on the way to the office, actually there's probably ten. One can never have enough Dunkies around them.” John finishes with a small laugh.
He turns to Rachel. “Bye babe have a good day, love you.”
“Love you too, I'll miss you.”
“Aww, aren't you two the cutest, now let's go before I puke.” I laugh at them and scrunch my face up in mock disgust.
“You just wait. When you find the one, I'll be making fun of you. Then we'll see if you think it's so funny.”
“Mark my words girl, it ain't happening. Jackson ruined all that romantic shit for me. I thought I found the one and he crushed me. Remember? So I'm not even going there again. See ya later.” I give her a quick wave.
“See ya,” She waves back as we walk out the door.
Parking the car and turning to me with sympathy in his eyes, John starts his pep talk. “Listen I've known these guys a long time. Sure I haven't seen them in what seems like forever, but they're good people. Are they gonna give you a hard time? Most likely, but only because they want to be funny. Just try to ignore them the best you can. You'll be with Braydon most of the time so they'll most likely not even have the chance. Braydon can be,” he pauses, searching for the right word. “Very particular and anal, just be patient with him and try your best, you'll do great. If you have any problems don't hesitate to come find me.”
Not able to form words, I just nod and get out of the car. Walking up to the building, I feel extremely overwhelmed. “This place is huge, I'm so gonna get lost.” I mumble. Taking a huge breath, John opens the door for me and we walk inside. At the front desk I approach the woman who's name tag says Karen. “Hi my name is Ilyanna Sicliano and this is John Stevens. We're starting at B.C.O Financials and were told to check in with you.”
She takes a quick glance at her computer, typing something quickly before looking back at me. “Yes, Ms. Sicliano, take the elevator on the right side of the hall to the thirty fifth floor and take a left. Go through the double doors and Melissa can assist you from there.”
“Thank you very much.”
Arriving on the intended floor John lets out a long whistle. “Wow, nice.”
I don't reply, my stomach has now hit rock bottom. Moment of truth, time to come face to face with the man featured in my dreams for the past month. Lord please let me get through this day. I send up a silent prayer, hoping someone's up there listening. And there he is as soon as we walk through the doors, smiling that oh so sexy smile that makes my panties wet.
“Good morning glad you could make it on time. Let's take a quick tour.” He looks over at John. “Then I'll show you to your office.”
Looking back at me with a smirk he says, “You, unfortunately are stuck with me.” Thankfully he laughs or I would have taken it as an insult.
Once we're finished with t
he tour and John situated in his office, I find myself alone with Braydon, felling extremely uncomfortable.
“I'm just going to go over some basic client information with you today. Get you used to our operating system, phones, and fax. We have a meeting at one o'clock in our conference room to go over monthly budgets and a few issues that have come up recently. You can just sit and look pretty while taking notes, after that I'm sure we'll find something to occupy the rest of our day.”
I feel so awkward, all I can think about is throwing myself at him. “Sounds good, you have a lovely office.” Large windows facing out over the skyline, smooth oak desk. Mmm, I can picture myself on that desk. I slap that thought down real fast. This will never work if I can't control myself. I need to focus.
His eyes are serious as he looks me over, sending chills up and down my spine. “Thank you, but not half as lovely as you.”
Heat rushes my face. He has a way with doing that. What a charmer. This is going to be so much harder than I ever imagined.
Sitting in the meeting later that afternoon all I could do was watch him. It's like the other people in the room don't even exist. Watching his hands, his lips, imagining them on me.
“Are you getting this down?” His tone makes me feel like a child being scolded.
My thoughts put away for now, I stammer out an apology. “Sorry sir, kinda zoned there for a minute.”
“Please pay attention.”
“Yes sir.” I say breathlessly at his authoritative tone. His eyes widen briefly, whether at my voice or words, I'm not sure. Oh yes sexy man, I would love for you to boss me around.
Dammit........ Why does my mind stay in the gutter around him?
“Thank you. Now where was I? The Carter account has had some depreciation, we need to take a look at those numbers to see what we can find. Also Lucy Norman's account is being moved to Henderson's. We'll need to see that her portfolio's properly transferred there. Unless anyone has any questions, that's a wrap. Thanks everyone.”
He looks around the room at everyone gathering their things and leaving the room. “Let's get back to my office and go over what we covered here. I like to be very thorough and expect you to do the same.”
The rest of the day he seems very cold towards me. I couldn't help think I did something to make him this way. “Can I ask you a question sir?”
“Sure, call me Braydon.”
“Did I do something to upset you this afternoon?”
He strokes his chin in thought while studying me. “You did great, it's not you I'm upset with, it's myself. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a few things to wrap up. You can head on out and I'll see you in the morning.”
I just leave without another word. If he's upset about something I don't want to pry and piss him off. Talk about a complete three sixty from dinner the other night and this morning. He seemed so nice, flirty even. Hmm? I guess I'll just have to take his word that it's not me. Hopefully he gets it worked out.
I definitely prefer fun flirty Braydon, opposed to this version of him.
*****
Two weeks. That's how long it's been since I started working for Braydon. I let out a long sigh, what is with this man?
The comment he made about it not being me is sounding more and more like a lie. It seems like in the meeting that first day he flipped a switch. Dr. Jekkel, Mr. Hyde. And me? I can't seem to put a halt to my dreams about him. Only now they're darker more demanding. Gone are his sweet words, replaced by harsh commands.
“Place your hands above your head.” When I didn't comply he repeated it even more harshly adding, “Do it now, or I'll do it for you!”
I did as he said, not wanting to see just how rough he would be if he did indeed do it himself. He tied my wrists together using something I couldn't see. It was soft so that was good I suppose. It's always so dark in these dreams.
He started to run his hands down my sides, not touching my breasts on his way and I started to squirm. “Don't move.”
“But,” I started to say.
He placed a finger over my lips. “Don't talk, just feel.”
I did as he asked because oh boy, did I want to feel him. This time unlike my other dreams, I was on my back. He spread my legs wide and crawled up in between them.
“So beautiful,” He whispered, as his hands slid lower removing my panties on their journey down. “I can't wait to taste every inch of you.”
“Oh, please.....”
“Shhh, do you want me to stop?” I frantically shook my head back and forth, his touch sending electricity through me.
I have never felt this from anyone's touch. His hands stroked back up to my inner thighs and I let out a loud whimper. Finally they reached my sopping wet center.
“So wet for me Ilyanna.” He said, his words a warm caress to my pussy. “I can't wait to sink my hard cock into your softness, and make you beg for it. And you will beg.”
“Please.” I felt like I was going to combust. Right at that moment he shoved two thick fingers deep while I writhed, trying to get some movement.
“Stop!” I did immediately and he started to pull them out. I let out another whimper and he shoved them back in, going a little deeper and harder with each thrust. It felt so good, he knew just how to stroke my heat. I was loving every minute of it, until I couldn't stand it anymore. I needed his cock, bad....
“Yes..... God Braydon yes...... please......” He removed his hand and positioned himself at my entrance. As soon as I felt the head of his swollen cock start to stretch me, I woke up!
Damn.
Damn.
Damn.
Now extremely horny and having no desire to get up and grab my vibrator, I picture Braydon and that smile. I run my hand down to my panties and find them extremely wet. Playing with my clit through the fabric until I can't take anymore, I pull them to the side and shove two fingers in thrusting them frantically, grinding my palm on my clit.
Bucking on the bed, I glide my other hand to my nipple and start to twist and pinch. Imagining it's his mouth and fingers. In, out, in, out, I pump myself until I fly over the edge with his name on my lips.
Going into the bathroom to wash my hands, I look in the mirror to see a pair of satisfied eyes staring back at me. I decide that I'm going to get to the bottom his attitude towards me. He seems just fine with everyone else.
Maybe I'll play up my looks a little more, some flirting. Yeah, maybe that will do it. I'm going to make him want me. I need to have him. I need to get him out of my system. Perhaps I'll stop having dreams about him if I have the real thing. Oh, I'll play hard to get and that will make him want me even more, drive him crazy.
After all he deserves it. He's been driving me crazy for two weeks.
Payback's a bitch!
On a mission
I can't do this shit. It's been absolute fucking torture. Ever since that first meeting where all she was doing was staring at me like she wanted to eat me alive. I'm trying to be good. Really I am.
Every day, whether she's wearing a knee length skirts or pants, I just want to yank her into my office and bend her over the fucking desk. Her awkwardness around me along with the way she looks at me despite me being a complete dick to her lead me to believe she's also affected. I make a mental note to try and talk to John about it. Maybe get some insight into their nightly plans to lay low in the wings and observe her. I doubt she acts this way around everyone.
Walking into his office, I see he's on the phone. He holds up a single finger, letting me know he'll just be another minute. “Okay babe, the club tonight sounds great. See ya at home, love you.” Hanging up, he looks at me. “What's up boss?”
Jackpot. Couldn't have walked into a better conversation. “Not much. Just coming to see how your first week's been.”
“It's been great, everyone here's been pretty cool. The girls are loving Boston so that's a plus. We're going out tonight to celebrate at the Rain. You should come with us.”
“Sorry I can't, I have pl
ans tonight with Frank and George. Maybe next time? You guys have fun.”
“Yeah, you too. And thanks again. I missed this city, it feels good to be back.”
“No, thank you. You've already proved to be a big help and I appreciate it.”
Back in my office, I try to come up with a plan. Being inconspicuous in a club should be pretty damn easy, especially one as busy as Rain.
Mission to learn the true Ilyanna Sicliano is on.
*****
From just a few tables away I sit and watch as she interacts with her friends. A completely different person than I'm used to seeing at the office. I can't hear what they're saying, it's too damn loud in here. She's laughing, smiling, and bouncing up and down in her seat to the music.
When I first got here I saw the girls on the dance floor, she was shaking that sexy ass to some hip hop song. No chance of them spotting me while they were dancing, so I snuck off to find a table.
Luckily I saw John but he didn't see me, he was too busy watching his woman and making sure no men approached her I'm sure. She was saying something to Rachel when they got back to the table, the other girl just laughed as they took they're seats.
It was about twenty minutes later that I decided I had seen enough.
Yup, she was different around me that's for sure. But why? Is it because I'm a dick towards her? I can't help it. Not really, if I'm nice to her this feeling I'm having will only get worse. I don't know if it's fear of rejection or fear of what I've been trying to avoid. Another relationship, not only a relationship but one with an employee.
I think back to what my mother said. True, it is my rule to break. What if she's not attracted to me? Where would that leave me, having to work with her every day? All these questions in my head. I've come to two conclusions. She either hates me, or is as attracted to me as much as I'm attracted to her. Makes sense. I'm acting far from normal and it seems so is she. I can't say I'd blame her if she hates me, I've been a shit to her.
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