by Lila Younger
“You do really amazing work,” she says shyly. “I actually took a marketing class in school, and did a project on you.”
“Really?”
“Mhm. That’s one of the reasons I got so excited when I heard that Bronson & Burke was hiring. I agonized over my portfolio to send in.”
“I’ve seen your work. It’s good. We’ll need all of that creative talent if we’re going to get Pepsi.”
The waitress comes back with our plates. The food is mouthwatering as usual. We dig in for a moment, enjoying the taste of the fresh food.
“Do you really think we can get Pepsi?” she asks between bites.
“Sure. We have as good a shot as any. You might want to start thinking up ideas, because I think on Monday I’m going to start us brainstorming. Good ideas don’t always come when you need them. It’s best to always have it on the back of our minds. But enough about work. I didn’t ask you out to discuss that.”
“I can’t believe you asked me out at all, to be honest. It seems surreal.” She hesitates. “Like something out of a movie.”
“Well it’s not a movie, I can promise you that.”
Our conversation meanders through the rest of brunch. There are so many things I want to know about her, and she about me. We discuss our favorite movies and books, the things we like to do outside work (she really wants to start volunteering at a shelter again, while I’ve been thinking about trying snowboarding this winter), what we see ourselves doing in a five and ten years time. I enjoy seeing how animated she gets when she gets excited, the way her hands wave in the air to underscore a point she’s trying to make. Time is flying by, and even though it seems like minutes, pretty soon the waitress is hinting at the bill. It’s almost been two hours, and we’re taking up one of the best tables.
Who knew I could enjoy another person’s company so well? And so quickly? It feels like we’ve always been this easy, this comfortable, with each other. It’s something I’ve never felt with another woman, and it makes me want to spend more time with Willow. Luckily I’ve done my research ahead of time. Willow loves animals it seems, so I make the suggestion of going to the aquarium. She says yes right away, so I call for the check. For once the last thing I’m thinking about is work, and it’s a good feeling.
Chapter 7
Willow
The weekend passes in a pleasant blur. I get the groceries done, I do the piles of laundry stacked on top of the washer, and I even vacuum the whole house (instead of just the main areas we walk around in) which is no mean feat because that old Hoover must weigh a thousand pounds. Even though I’m still nervous about a relationship with my boss, the fact that Deacon tells me he wants to try gives me a little flame of hope and happiness. I just hope that this doesn’t put our jobs in danger.
Jordan arrives home Sunday afternoon, and infected by my cheerfulness, she agrees to help me make dinner and even finishes up some homework on her own. It’s a breath of fresh air not to have to fight with her, and I wonder if maybe I finally have the hang of things for once. Cap that off with a ‘can’t wait to see you tomorrow’ text from Deacon, and it’s honestly the best weekend I’ve had since, well, my parents died I think.
Of course, it had to end. Monday morning has me banging on Jordan’s door to wake her up for school. A tiny part of me hoped that maybe Deacon would push back the early morning meetings for me, but that wasn’t the case at all. So I drag myself out of bed, wake up Jordan, and hop in the shower. I run the water at cold blast for a few seconds to really wake me up before I turn it back to hot. I have to go quickly since I share a bathroom with my sister, and she’d take any excuse to fall back asleep. There’s always the bathroom in my parents’ bedroom of course, but I don’t think we’ve opened the door since the funeral and I had to grab clothes for them to wear in their casket.
I swallow the sudden swell of tears and take a deep, fortifying breath. You’re doing good Willow. You’re keeping things together. I get out of the shower, wrap up my hair and my body in towels, and pad to Jordan’s bedroom again.
“Jordan! Come on. You’re going to make Sidney wait at this rate.”
I hear some kind of muttering from the other side of the door.
“What? Come on Jordan.”
“I said I’ll walk!” she yells back.
I sigh. That’s what she said last week too.
“You didn’t do that last Monday, and you know you can’t skip that much school.” I lean against the door. I really don’t need this right now. Why can’t she just... go along with things for once?
“Please Jordan.”
“I’ll walk okay? I promise.”
“You said that last time,” I say, frustration creeping into my voice. “And every time I believe you, you end up not doing it. So come on. Wake up. Don’t make me go in there.”
“You can’t do that!” she screams. “You’re not my MOM.”
“That’s right,” I snap. “I’m not your mom. But she’s dead, and I’m all you’ve got. I didn’t have to come back you know. And if you don’t want me, just say the word. Just say it.”
There’s blood pounding in my ears, and the words come pouring out of me before I could think or stop them. I honestly didn’t mean to say those things, but I couldn’t help it. Everything went so good yesterday. Why couldn’t it just have stayed that way? I don’t hear anything from the other side of the door, and my anger drains completely.
“I’m sorry Jordan,” I say softly. “It’s just, I hate waking up early too. I’m just grumpy.”
Still silence.
I slowly push myself off her door and head back to my room. I wish I could stay, but I have to work, so I get myself ready. I remember how Deacon wanted to see my breasts this weekend, so I pick a sapphire colored dress that hugs my curves with a sweetheart neckline. The longer sleeves and the hemline just above my knees make it work appropriate enough to wear. It’s definitely not something I would have worn these days, but knowing that Deacon will be looking is exciting. At some point, I hear her door open and the bathroom door close and I breathe a sigh of relief. We don’t talk or look each other in the eyes until Sidney honks from the driveway. She tries her best to keep the mood light, but everything is strained, and Jordan leaves the car with a mumbled ‘thanks’ to Sidney and nothing to me at all.
“Yikes,” Sid says as she pulls out of the high school parking lot. “That bad?”
“We had a really good weekend too,” I say mournfully.
“So you’ve said,” she said with a raised eyebrow. “Now tell me details.”
My mood lifts up as I fill Sidney in.
“You are so lucky,” she says when I finish. “I wish there was someone cute at my office. I’m so busy it’s almost impossible to go out and find any.”
Sidney’s office is filled with really old accountant guys. She’s convinced she only got hired as a token female in the workplace.
“So you don’t think I’m crazy to do this? I mean, don’t they say you shouldn’t have a relationship with someone you work with, never mind your boss?”
She ponders it for a moment.
“It’s not exactly ideal. I mean, you’re going to see him all the time. How are you going to resist jumping him in the supply closet?” she asks mock seriously.
“I’m definitely not going to do that. I just started. I’m technically on probation for another two weeks,” I say. “But I mean in terms of like, mixing with work with pleasure and all that.”
“Then no. You’re one of the most mature, responsible people I’ve ever met Willow,” she holds up her finger as I start to speak. “I’m not just trying to make you feel better. You didn’t have to move back home with Jordan. I know your aunt offered to take her. But you wanted to make sure Jordan didn’t have to leave home and you pulled it together.”
“Thanks Sidney,” I say gratefully. “You’re the best friend a girl could ask for, you know that?”
“Course I am,” she says, flashing me a smile. “Now
tell me, when are you going to see Deacon again?”
“This weekend I think, maybe sooner if I can think up something good. He took me to the aquarium on Saturday.”
“Whoa, good on him. Did he know that was your favorite place or-?”
“He saw that animals featured a lot in my portfolio and made a good guess,” I say, but I’m pleased that he noticed too.
“Hmm, so now it’s on to try and find something equally good for him huh?” Sidney says.
“Yeah, I really don’t know what to do. It’s been way too long since I’ve dated.”
We toss ideas back and forth as Sidney drives us to work. Because there’s construction on the road, we end up barely getting to work on time, and I skip the Jumping Bean for a cup of the office brew, which has probably been made a week ago from how it tastes. Maybe I should have skipped the coffee, but I have a raging headache, partly from my argument this morning, and partly from the need for caffeine. I hurry with my mug over to the office room and open the door. Everyone turns to face me. I look at Deacon, whose face is impassive.
“Glad you could join us Willow,” he says coolly.
He looks just as handsome as I remember, if not more. I don’t know what I was expecting, a smile? A wink?, but it isn’t there. His face is completely blank.
“I’m not late am I?” I ask. My eyes dart to the clock. It’s just a hair past 12.
“Might as well be,” Jared mutters from beside Deacon.
I quickly scoot behind everyone’s chairs to an empty spot beside Joan. Everyone’s waiting for me, and it makes my face burn as I pull out my things. Crap. I quickly open up my notebook.
“As I was saying, Burke has confirmed that we will be having a meeting with Pepsi in about two weeks’ time. It’s very exciting, and I’ll be meeting with each partnership so that we can start to develop some ideas. I’d rather there are too many than not enough to present. I don’t have to stress how important this is and how hard we must work at this point,” he concludes. Deacon’s eyes are on me now, as if to underscore that lateness is unacceptable. There is zero indication of the weekend we spent together. That he’d seen the most intimate parts of me. My pussy pulses under the heat of his gaze and I scribble something in my notebook just to have something to do to take my mind off of him.
Deacon continues the meeting. There’s a new client who’s interested in bringing their look and product design to the new millennium, which is a tedious job that gets handed to Joan, Simon and I. Another job, the designing of a logo for an exercise app, gets pushed back. All pretty normal things, and I zone out for the most part while coffee makes its way through my system and I feel back to normal again. I tune back in when I hear my name, my head jerking up to Deacon’s.
“One last thing. Amanda’s baby came earlier than expected, so she’s going to be on maternity leave. Since Willow has been doing well, we’re going to be moving her out of training. Jared, you’ve been requested to take on Amanda’s workload. She’s handling the merging of Anderson and SuperFood, so Burke’s pulling you. Willow will take over your workload here. Meeting over.”
Jared smiles, pleased that he’s getting what is essentially a promotion. My eyes meet Deacon’s. Did he plan this? I catch a hint of devilish sparkle in his eyes.
“Willow? Can you meet me in my office once you’ve moved your things?”
“Of course sir,” I say, trying to hold in my excitement. So he did plan this out so we could be together. It’s risky and daring, and I can feel myself already getting wet.
I go outside the meeting room and see that Jared is already hastily packing up his things. I go back to my desk much slower. After all, even though I’m thrilled to be working with Deacon, I hate leaving Joan. Her guidance has made it much easier for me to try things and not worry about doing it wrong. Now that I’ll be on my own, it’ll be expected that I’ll know what to do. Plus, I’m going to miss our ‘research’ sessions.
“I’m going to miss you,” I say as I start taking the pictures off my bulletin board.
“Psssht, No you won’t,” Joan says. “We’re still here in the same office aren’t we?”
“I know. But it’s not the same. I won’t be able to pick your brain.”
“You’ll do fine,” she says encouragingly. “I wouldn’t have told Deacon that I thought you were ready to be on your own if I had any doubts.”
My heart warms.
“You really think-?”
“Yes,” Joan says. “Plus, I figure I’d be doing you a favor. I see you mooning at him from across the room. At least now you’ll have a reason to be staring at that handsome face.”
My cheeks redden and she laughs.
“You didn’t really think you were being that sneaky were you? Not with you craning your neck around like an owl half the time! Now come on, I’ll help you grab your things.”
Together the two of us head over to Jared’s vacant desk. Joan’s right. I can do this. Once I’ve got everything organized, I walk towards Deacon’s door. My heart is beating fast, but I can’t wait to see what he’s going to do to me. My hands tremble as I knock and then open the door.
“You asked for me,” I say as I step inside and close the door.
I’m cautious. Even though he was smiling at me, he did basically dress me down for showing up late. I don’t want to have misread signals. I didn’t have to worry though. Deacon’s sitting in his chair, leaning back with a lazy smile on his face. His gaze rakes over me, slowly down and then up, letting me know exactly how much he enjoys my dress.
“Lock the door,” he orders.
I do, taking my time, my body quivering with anticipation. Once I’m done, I turn back to him, waiting for what he wants me to do next.
“I want you to strip, Willow.”
My body responds to the demand, soaking through the tiny triangle of thong that I’m wearing.
“Yes sir,” I say with pleasure.
Chapter 8
Deacon
When I said goodbye to Willow on Saturday, I made myself a promise that I wouldn’t allow her to interfere with my work. I would remain a professional. Well, after jacking more times than a teenage boy discover porn, I’ve given in. I can’t stop thinking about her screaming my name, the way the walls of her pussy fit so tight around me, even the way she would gasp and mew as I tongued her clit, sucking her to her release. I want her, and there was no way I was going to wait until Saturday for it. And then when she showed up in this blue dress of hers, I couldn’t wait until five p.m. anymore.
I didn’t even know she had something this sexy in her closet. It had me hard in two seconds flat. The only way I got through that meeting was by imagining Mrs. Rosen, my eighty-nine year old neighbor with the beard, otherwise I would have really given my employees something to talk about.
But now Willow’s in my office, and I can take all the time I want. I’m wound up tight from having to wait for her to sort out her desk, and I as much as I love seeing her in the dress, I want to see her out of it. I want my dick drilling inside of her tight little pussy, closing around me until I can release inside of her. That wouldn’t be fair to either of us though, so I hold off.
“I want you to strip, Willow,” I say.
Her eyes widen but she obeys.
“Yes sir.”
She slowly unzips the side of her dress, and then slowly peels off one sleeve then the other. She pushes it over the curve of her hips, and the dress falls down at her feet. She wearing a bra and thong, and she waits for a moment, but I don’t stop her, so she unhooks the bra and lets it fall too. Her fingers tremble over the band of her panties, and then she pushes it down to join the rest of her clothes. I can see the wet patch in the fabric. She’s turned on all right, even if she’s hesitating. Her arms rise up under the heat of my gaze.
“Keep your arms down,” and like a good girl, she does. Her whole body is completely exposed to me, and that makes her flushed and rosy.
I beckon her closer with one hand,
my other skimming over the hard bulge in my pants. I can wait a little longer. It’d be worth it.
She trots over until she’s standing in front of me, gorgeous and naked. Her expression is obedient and demure, and I love it.
“You’re fucking beautiful Willow,” I murmur appreciatively.
My fingers trace over her blush pink nipples, releasing a soft moan from those pearly lips. I put both hands around her and lift her up and onto my desk. It’s nice and wide, and I’ve been imagining myself fucking her on it all morning. Willow closes up her legs instinctively, hiding that perfect little cunt from me. I roll my chair closer, pushing her legs apart. My move slowly up her left leg, loving the feel of her silky skin against me. My stubble brushes up against her, and she gives a shiver.
“Open your legs Willow,” I order. “I’m going to eat your pussy until you come on my face. Is that clear?”
I know that until she’s met me, no man has ever eaten her out. Her one boyfriend made sex all about him, and I pretty much want to punch him in the face. Why wouldn’t anyone want to make this goddess feel as amazing as she is? I know I’ve got a long way to go before I can erase the words he’s inflicted on her, and I intend to until she’s convinced.
“Yes sir,” she whispers softly.
Slowly she opens up again, and I keep moving up her inner thigh, until I’ve reached her slit. The delicate folds are perfectly pink and glistening, begging to be tasted. My dick twitches again in my pants, fighting against its restraints. I want to be in her, sinking into that warm, velvety heat that I only associate as Willow’s.
I spread her open, and dive in, burying my face in her sweetness. My tongue licks her from top to bottom, and in swirls as I flick inside of her. Her thighs reflexively tighten around my head as I suck on her little clit, tucked under her hood. I can hear her breathy little gasps and whimpers as I take the nub into my mouth, my fingers hooking deep inside of her and pressing up against the bundle of nerves inside her pussy wall. I go as long as I can before I have to catch my breath, and each time I’m rewarded with a look of pure bliss on Willow’s face before I dive back again, flattening my tongue against her tight slit before entering her.
