“It’s not a bad thing. All we can do is make the most of the time we have together before the baby comes, and I think you should be spending a lot of time naked.”
“You would.” Melody grinned. “I’m glad I met you.”
“I never thought you’d say that.” He kissed her again. “I’m more than glad I met you.”
Falling for the Billionaire Cowboy
“Can I speak to you for a quick minute Sam?" Destiny said as she stuck her head in the door of the conference room.
Sam Slade sat sideways at the far end of the long room talking on the phone. His son Sam Slade, Jr. and his daughter, Misty Slade, sat on opposite sides of the mahogany conference room table; papers were scattered between them.
Twenty-five-year-old Misty stood and marched to the double doors as Destiny pushed through.
"Did you just call my father Sam?" Misty barked as stopped and stood toe to toe with Destiny.
“Yes Miss Slade. I need to speak to your father for a quick second. It's urgent,” Destiny whispered realizing her new boss was on the phone.
“Didn't they teach you anything in school?” Misty questioned her blue eyes glaring at the black woman her dad had hired as his personal assistant two weeks earlier. She tossed her waist length blonde hair to one side you.
“What's that supposed to mean?” Destiny said looking down to make eye contact with the five foot one head of the Oil division at Slade Oil and Cattle Corporation. “Of course they did. My degree is in communications Miss Slade, Oh. And I earned it from Rice University.” Destiny's voice was none other than sarcastic.
“No wonder you got fired from the last job.” Misty said as she firmly planted her hands on her hips.
Sammy Jr. was oblivious to what was happening in the doorway as he crunched the numbers with a calculator and made changes to the spreadsheet for the Slade cattle division that he oversaw.
The senior Sam hung up the phone and turned his attention to Destiny and Misty.
"What seems to be the problem?" Sam asked.
“Sam, there has been...” Destiny began but was quickly interrupted.
“She has no respect dad. She insists on calling you Sam,” Misty said through clenched teeth.
"Calm down Misty,” Sam spoke with authority. “We have enough problems running this $10 billion dollar corporation without your petty little fits.”
“That's okay Saa... Mr. Slade. I just need to tell you about a problem in the field, and then I'll be on my way. I know where I'm not welcome,” Destiny said. Her arms were crossed as she stared at Misty.
“Hold on. I don't want you going anywhere. Sit down and tell me what the problem is,” Sam said gazing into Destiny's brown eyes. He wiped a tear from her cheek. “Don't let her get to you. Misty want you leave us alone for a minute.”
Misty stormed towards the door like a spoiled brat.
"No. Misty needs to hear this to. There was an accident in the field,” Destiny said.
Misty froze in her tracks and slowly turned around.
“What happened Destiny?” Misty said as she slowly walked back towards the beautiful black woman that she felt so threatened by. Her demeanor had completely changed.
“Bob. It was Bob. There was an explosion it was number 13. Bob was badly burned. He's been to the Alexander Burns Center in Tulsa,” Destiny said grimly.
Sam turned to his son and said, "Sammy. Call Dave and tell him to get the chopper fueled and ready. You stay here and hold down the fort.”
“Got it dad,” Sammy Jr. looked up from his work and grabbed the phone his dad had laid on the table beside him.
“Come on you two,” Sam said as he grabbed his gray suit jacket from the back of the chair and pushed through the double doors.
“Does she have to come with us?” Misty said irritated that Destiny was going to fly with them to Tulsa.
“I know Bob is your boyfriend, but what will it hurt for my personal assistant to come along with us?” Sam said as he put his arm around Misty.
Misty just shrugged her shoulders.
***
The flight to Tulsa took 50 minutes. Misty sat in the copilot seat next to Dave, Sam and Destiny took two of the rear bucket seats while the overnight bags occupied the third in the red Bell 505 Jet Ranger helicopter.
Destiny had never flown in a helicopter before, and Sam sensing her uneasiness took her hand in his and squeezed. She turned and looked at him, and had mixed emotions.
He seems like such a gentleman, she closed her eyes and thought. But so did my other white bosses at first, except for the last one who tried to pull my panties off on the very first day.
Sam released Destiny's hand. He had thrown his jacket over their laps to hide the fact from Misty that he was holding the hand of a woman she loathed. But then she felt Sam's hand come to rest on her thigh his fingers snaking up under the hem of her Navy blue skirt.
She opened her eyes as she turned and looked at Sam. He was looking directly at her and seemed to be in a trance.
“God you are beautiful,” Sam said as he stroked the side of Destiny's face. He spoke loudly into her ear so she could hear him over the noise of rotors. Misty had on a headset and was listening to the air control traffic.
Destiny closed her eyes again and wondered if this man was really different from her past bosses.
***
The love affair started very innocently. The same as her previous positions. Sam brushed up against her. Destiny was still wondering if Sam was like all her other bosses, just slower at starting the shenanigans.
One thing was different than her past employers. Every day she was around Sam, she found herself more and more attracted to him. She kept thinking to herself, he’s old enough to be my father. Sam was always dressed in the finest of suits, and he always smelled so fresh, so good. His voice, his demeanor, his presence, all spoke of his eliteness, and that is where the struggle began with Destiny. His age didn’t really matter, at least not to her; what mattered was that they were from different sides of the tracks.
“Destiny,” Sam said as he opened his door slightly and looked at his personal assistant hard at work. “When you get a minute, could you come into my office?”
***
Sam treated Destiny better than anyone. He had a corner office in the three story building that looked over the thousands of acres of land that the baron owned and controlled. Before Destiny was hired, Sam would sometimes sit for hours looking across the landscape and thinking about his wife Joanna. Sam and Joanna had been childhood sweethearts. Joanna had gotten pregnant in high school at 16; Sam was 19. There was a shotgun wedding, and then seven months later Sammy Jr. came into the world.
Misty came into the world seven years later, pint sized but kicking and screaming. Sam who had worked in the oil fields since high school, decided to work on the Alaskan pipeline so he could set aside money to provide a good life for his family. He started investing some of his extra earnings in oil futures, and by the time he was 35, he had sold some futures, and bought up land in Oklahoma. Before Sam turned 40, he had struck a new oil vein on his land that would set him and his family up for life.
“That’s when the bad news came,” Sam said as Destiny listened intently. Never before had she met had a man so tender and gentle.
“Your life sounds so wonderful. I can’t imagine,” Destiny said trying to imagine what so bad could have happened.
“You don’t have to tell me Sam,” Destiny said. She saw a tear stream down his cheek and reached out across his desk and placed her hand on his.
“I’m okay Destiny. I want to tell you; I need to tell you,” Sam said as he reached in his middle desk drawer and pulled out a framed photograph.
Destiny held her breath as Sam laid the framed eight by ten photograph of his wife on the desk in front of Destiny.
“She’s beautiful,” Destiny said as she looked at the picture and then raised her eyes to meet Sam’s.
“Was,” Sam said. He paused briefly. �
�She was diagnosed with breast cancer.” He paused and took a deep breath before continuing. “She had a double mastectomy, but the cancer had been discovered too late. It was all through her lymph system; she was dead in two weeks.”
“How long ago?” Destiny asked rubbing Sam’s hand in hers.
“Today is the fourteenth anniversary of her death,” Sam said. “It’s time for me to move on.”
“I don't know what to say... what to do,” Destiny said as her eyes welled up with tears.
“Be yourself, Destiny,” Sam said as he stood and walked around to where Destiny sat. “Please just be yourself.”
“What do you mean?” Destiny said as she stood to face her boss.
That is when Sam really recognized Destiny's true beauty, not only her mind but also her physical self. She looked like a goddess; African-American, 5 foot 10, curvy body, large breasts lovely round tight butt. But what captivated Sam was her lips.
What Destiny was seeing was that Sam was the total opposite of her past bosses and boyfriends. Sam was a true gentleman. Not only that, he showed genuine emotion and a caring for not just his blood, but mankind in general. She had noticed in his day to day dealings with workers, that Sam treated everyone as his equal.
Sam, with his billions, could have anything. The man that had his own private jet and helicopter and owned thousands of acres of land that contained millions of barrels of black gold could have anything he wanted; any woman he wanted. She recalled waiting in the massive room with twenty or twenty-five beautiful and smart women to be interviewed by the man that was standing in front of her admiring her.
As he looked deep into her eyes, the sadness she had revealed to him, her sadness for him, turned to a smile. She had a radiant, beautiful big smile surrounded by a small nose, large cheekbones and captivating black eyes. Her hair framing her beauty perfectly
Sam took her hands in his and pulled her to him.
“This may be crossing the line, but I have to say it,” Sam whispered. Destiny suddenly felt a lump in her throat. “You are so beautiful and sexy.”
“Thank you Sam,” Destiny managed to say. “But what are you trying to tell me?”
“Honestly, I don't know,” Sam said.
The two stood in silence gazing at each other. Destiny finally looked down at her feet.
“I need to go to Tulsa to pay Bob a visit,” Sam said.
“How is Bob?” Destiny asked remembering the day of the accident. Two weeks had passed. “I've been praying for him everyday.”
“He is barely hanging on. Misty left for Tulsa this morning. She plans to stay the until Monday. The doctors are battling one infection after another because of the bad burns,” Bob said. A grim look came over his face. “I spoke with Dr. Lambert, head of the burn center, this morning and he said this latest infection has reduced Bob's chance of surviving to less than twenty percent.”
“Oh my God,” Destiny put her hand over her mouth. “I can't imagine what is going through Misty's mind. I mean... you know... it being the anniversary of her mom's death.”
“You see,” Sam said wiping a tear from Destiny's cheek. “That's another thing I like about you.”
“What's that?” Destiny gave Sam a puzzled look.
“Even though my daughter has been so nasty to you, your thoughts are turned toward her,” Sam said as he leaned in and kissed Destiny on the forehead.
“I want you to come with me to Tulsa,” Sam looked at Destiny and raised his eyebrows. “Well?”
“You're the boss. Let me get my planner and my iPad.” Destiny turned to leave the office.
Sam grabbed Destiny's wrist and spun her back towards him.
“No,” Sam said as the corners of his mouth turned up. “Go home and pack a bag. I'm taking just YOU and we are going for a few days. Forget about work.”
As Destiny fell into Sam's arms she wrapped her arms around his waist.
“Are you coming on to me Mr. Sam?”
“I'm trying to,” he said as he grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands and gently squeezed.
“Oh. I like that!” Destiny cooed.
***
The red Bell 505 Jet Ranger helicopter was waiting for Sam on the rooftop the lowrise building. Sam who was carrying two overnight bags, Destiny's and his, tossed them onto a seat behind the pilot. He then took Destiny's hand as she stepped up into the aircraft and took the middle seat. And he stepped onto the aircraft the pilot looked at him and said, "ETA eleven thirty, boss.”
"Just get us there safe Tom," Sam said as he turned to Destiny and winked.
Sam and Destiny buckled themselves in, and as the helicopter rose and began its forward motion, Destiny laid her head on Sam's shoulder and closed her eyes.
For the first 15 minutes, the boss and his personal assistant flew in silence. Destiny broke the silence.
“Is this trip business or pleasure?” Destiny said as she looked into the hazel eyes of the handsome billionaire. “Or a little bit of both?”
Sam stroked her cheek with his hand and said, "More pleasure than business, that is if you're okay with that.”
Destiny leaned in to kiss Sam, and just before their lips met, she said, "How much more pleasure?”
Sam kissed Destiny passionately, parting her lips with his tongue and exploring her mouth intimately.
"Does that answer your question?" Sam said as he broke the kiss.
Destiny answered nonverbally as she pulled Sam back into the kiss and probed his mouth with her tongue.
***
There was a car waiting at the airport in Tulsa when the helicopter landed. The driver took Sam and Destiny straight to the hospital. On the right over, Sam phoned Sammy Jr. to check in and assure his son that it was okay to make decisions for Sam in his absence.
"I'll just wait in the car," Destiny said concerned of Misty's reaction to her accompanying Sam.
"Oh no," Sam said as he took Destiny's hand and began to pull her along. "You're coming with me."
"But Sam. I don't think this is the right time," Destiny said.
“Well what time would be the right time?” Sam asked seemingly on edge.
“Not now. Not with all this going on with Bob and the anniversary of your wife's death. Come on Sam. Think about it. It just wouldn't be fair to Misty,” Destiny said as she pulled her hand free.
“Oh God. You're right. That's what I love about you,” Sam said as he stroked Destiny's hair. “Every other woman that has worked for me would jump at the chance to throw something in Misty's face. But not you.”
"So it's not just me she hates?" Destiny chuckled as she spoke.
"No. But she probably hates you the most,” Sam said grabbing Destiny and hugging her. "I'll have the driver take you to the hotel, and you can rest.”
“Rest? For what?” Destiny said winking at Sam.
Sam squeezed her bottom with both hands.
“That's entirely up to you.”
“What's the latest?” Sam said as he walked into the waiting area of the Intensive Care Unit.
“ I don't know. You tell me dad,” Misty replied sharply. “You brought her along didn't you? Sammy called and told me.”
Sam reached out to hold his daughter whom he had spoiled; he was met with resistance.
“How could you?” Misty said as she pounded on her father's chest with her tiny fists. “How could you? Especially on the very day mom died.”
Sam grabbed Misty's wrists and held her at arm's length.
“We all have to move on eventually,” Sam said pulling Misty into his chest and cradling her with his arms. “Your mother has been dead for fourteen years. It's time we all moved past that.”
Misty sobbed as her dad held her tightly to him.
“But not with her?” Misty said.
“Destiny is a good woman,” Sam responded. “Did you know she has been praying for Bob everyday?”
“A lot of good that does Dad. Think about all the people that prayed for mom and look what happened,” Mis
ty retorted.
“That's not the point. Destiny is a good woman. A kind and caring woman,” Sam said hoping to bring Misty around to a better frame of mind about Destiny.
“But dad. She's black,” Misty whispered.
“She is?” Sam quipped.
A smile came onto Misty's face.
“You know she is dad.”
“Isn't this the twenty-first century?” Sam said.
“Excuse me. Misty. Sam. Sorry to interrupt,” Dr. Lambert had appeared out of nowhere. Standing beside him was a beautiful African American woman dressed in a white lab coat, a stethoscope around her neck.
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