Amanda had managed to strike up a conversation with Vince on the flight. She learned that he had two kids, a son, Logan, who was ten and a thirteen year-old daughter, Addie, short for Adeline, both from his first marriage. Apparently Addie was into music, which was the reason he was at the boutique the day they met. Vince was looking for vintage records because he had purchased her a turntable for her upcoming birthday. With all of today’s modern technology, this girl wanted a record player to spin the tunes.
Amanda desperately wanted to have children of her own. She loved kids, especially her nephew Conner who would turn four this year Amanda and her sister, Julie, had always been close and would meet secretly about every six weeks to check-in on each other. However, the sisters couldn’t seem to get their schedules to work over the last few months and Amanda hadn’t seen Conner since February. When the news of Amanda’s cheating scandal broke, Julie felt like the only one who tried to help Amanda put her life back together.
Amanda’s public indiscretion had caused all kinds of problems for the family. From what Julie told Amanda, their father, Jack, was losing business deals left and right. Their mom, Donna, was asked to resign from several boards and committees. Julie tried to keep the family together, but she could only do so much.
After her husband Brandon threw her out of their home she had no place to go. Amanda’s parents wouldn’t even talk to her , so Julie sent Amanda on a month long South Pacific vacation assuring her that when she returned everything would be back to normal.
When Amanda arrived back in Bloomfield Hills, Julie informed her that their father had forbidden any kind of contact with Amanda. Jack made it clear to Julie that if he found out she was in contact with her sister he would cut off Julie’s trust fund. This meant Conner’s too and any other children they might have with her doctor husband, David. His job made for a nice lifestyle, but having the trust fund provided extra security for their family. Luckily, Julie managed to convince their father to let Amanda keep the remaining funds in her trust to live on. Her sister also told her to strap in because Brandon was serving her with divorce papers immediately.
When Amanda’s trust fund had completely run out last September Julie had loaned her $5,000. However, Amanda blew through that money quickly, which is why she finally had to break down and get a mall job last November.
The private jet Vince chartered for them this evening was very roomy and bright, far more spacious than Brandon’s family’s G200, which only seated nine. Upon entering the plane there were two sections for passengers to sit on either side of the aisle. To the left there was a white couch, with white, grey and black throw pillows on each end. Walking down the aisle on the right stood a large black marble dining table with four oversized white chairs. To the left of the table across the aisle sat another long white couch with grey and black throw pillows and a cozy grey blanket gently placed over the armrest. There was a wet bar at the back, behind the dining area with all kinds of alcohol, bottled water and pop. The carpeting was a chevron print of charcoal grey and black, except for a few glossy black and chrome interior finishes, much of the cabin interior was a crisp white.
“We’re almost to the restaurant, Mr. Everett,” the driver announced.
“Very good, James. I will call you when we are ready to be picked up.”
“As you wish, Mr. Everett.”
The car pulled up to the front of La Bonne where there were a few limos, elegant sedans and sleek sports cars waiting to be parked by the valet service. James parked in the front near the valet stand and came around to open Vince’s door. Exiting the car Amanda felt like a celebrity. She remembered this feeling, and she needed tonight to go well. This was the life she was meant to have. Without saying a word, Vince offered Amanda his right arm, and she graciously wrapped her arm around his as they walked to the door.
Monday morning came way too early for Amanda, who was still reeling from her weekend trip to New York City. She and Vince had returned late Sunday afternoon, and while Amanda had plenty of sleep she couldn’t seem to motivate herself for work. Maybe because today was Memorial Day and she would rather be going to a party on the lake or a barbeque with friends. Traipsing to the bathroom and rubbing her eyes, she turned on the shower letting the steam from the hot water quickly fill her bathroom. As the mirror began to fog up, she stepped into the shower as the hot water cascaded over her shoulders. She tilted her head up to the streaming water and it gently sprayed her face. Now she was awake.
“Knock, knock,” Daniel said as he entered the bathroom. “Hey sweetie, I got you a vanilla latte from Starbucks.”
“Oh thanks Daniel. That was awfully nice of you. So you finally made it home this morning, huh?”
Amanda was rinsing the shampoo out of her hair while Daniel yammered on about meeting the perfect man while he was out clubbing Saturday evening. Amanda could not remember the last time she talked to Daniel. He was not at their condo when she arrived home. She had gone to bed early but had woken up in the middle of the night for a drink of water and Daniel was not in his bedroom.
“Girl, so you know my weekend was pretty fun. How was yours?”
“It was nice. I went out with a friend Saturday night, and we had dinner and drinks. I ended up staying the night.”
Amanda decided she was not ready to share anything too personal about Vince with Daniel yet.
“What time do you have to be at work Amanda?”
“I’m opening today, so I’ve got to be there before eight. I have to prep and check the payroll numbers.”
Amanda started to shave, allowing the conditioner in her hair to stay for three minutes before rinsing it out.
“I worked yesterday and then went to my parent’s house for dinner. My sister was there, and we ended up talking and drinking on the deck until about one in the morning. I was so tired. She insisted I stay the night, so I did.”
“Sounds like a relaxing evening.”
“It was, definitely. Well, I will let you get ready. Have a good day, girl.”
Daniel exited the bathroom. Amanda pulled back the shower curtain grabbing her towel and gently patting her arms and legs dry. After taking a drink of her coffee, she let out a huge sigh and wrapped her hair neatly in the towel. Crossing to her room she opened the dresser, pulled on her panties and then her bra. A text from Vince popped up on her phone: GOOD MORNING GORGEOUS. I LOOK FORWARD TO SEEING YOU THURSDAY EVENING. MY DRIVER WILL PICK YOU UP PROMPTLY AT 7:00 P.M. WE HAVE DINNER RESERVATIONS AT 8:00 P.M. AT CYGNUS 27. DO NOT GO TO THE TROUBLE OF FINDING SOMETHING TO WEAR, YOUR ATTIRE WILL BE WAITING FOR YOU IN OUR SUITE.
Wow! He was taking her to the Amway Grand Plaza, one of the best hotels in Grand Rapids. Her stomach did backflips, front handsprings and a few round-offs upon reading the message. Reaching for the happy pills in her medicine cabinet, she thought about taking one and washing it down with her latte. She withdrew her grip from the bottle muttering, “Not today, Amanda. You don’t need the pills today.”
Chapter Fourteen:
Emily
The month of June was whizzing by. Emily sat at her desk checking email when she noticed she had to be at a meeting in fifteen minutes. This was not a daily or weekly scheduled meeting, Emily was anxious to know what it was about, especially when she saw Ethan was going to be there as well.
Emily and Ethan had been quietly dating for a few weeks. No one at the office seemed to have a clue about their relationship, even though they had a hard time keeping their hands off each other at work. Stealing kisses in the break room, rounding third base in the supply closet where they were nearly discovered by Susan. Then there was the heated make out session on Ethan’s leather sofa in his office last Friday during lunch, which left her in a sexually frustrated haze for the remainder of the day. Thankfully for Emily, Ethan was able to relieve her of her frustrations later th
at evening.
Emily’s office phone rang sweeping her back to reality. She hit speaker phone, “Hello, this is Emily Greene.” There was no answer, and Emily said hello again. Still, there was no answer from the other end of the phone. Emily tried once more to say hello when she heard a click. Must have been a poor connection, they’ll call back.
Gathering her items she headed for the bank of elevators. Today’s meeting was in the Executive Conference room upstairs. Her cellphone began to buzz. It was one of the printing companies she had contacted for a price quote regarding the sales brochures.
“Hello, this is Emily Greene.”
Emily walked slowly up the stairs to the conference room instead of taking the elevator, listening intently to Frank from Cambria Printing give her details regarding the order. Ending her call as she entered the conference room, Emily stood silently for a moment staring out the window, admiring the white fluffy clouds against the bright blue late afternoon sky.
Suddenly, Emily felt the air shift. She turned around and noticed Ethan standing behind her, his mouth twisted into a devilish grin. He looked completely delicious in his grey suit and silk blue tie.
“Ethan, nice to see you today,” she said sweetly while nodding at him. “What are you smiling about?” Emily asked as she tried to move past him but was stopped immediately. The touch of Ethan’s grip on her narrow waist caused Emily’s body to tingle all over.
“The sight of you in this black skirt with red pumps is provoking enticing thoughts,” he said slyly reaching for her hair and sweeping one of her long tendrils off her cheek. Ethan slowly walked backwards and hit the button on the wall, which instantly changed the glass windows that overlooked the alcove from transparent to opaque. Emily swallowed the lump in her throat as she heard the door look—panic swept through her.
“Ethan…what are you doing? We have a meeting in five minutes,” she managed to croak out.
Ethan stood in front of Emily replying, “You and I have a meeting in here for the next thirty minutes, and then the rest of the executives will be in. I told Clark that you and I needed some time to bang out a few issues…with the Northwest Territory sales infographics.”
Emily nearly lost her balance hearing the words tumble from Ethan’s lips. His hand slid down the curve of her hip to the hemline of her skirt just above her knee, pushing it up slightly to reveal the top of her stockings. Emily was unable to move. She was frozen.
“Garters, Emily?” he groaned. “You’re killing me.”
Ethan trailed soft kisses from the base of her neck to the curve of her jaw. Emily felt a surge of electricity hit her stomach. That spark jolted her body, whizzing her back to life. Moving her hands up to his neck, Emily wrapped her arms around Ethan as her fingers fisted his hair. Ethan proceeded to graze his fingertips over her bare flesh. Covering her mouth with his, Emily’s lips parted, and Ethan brushed his tongue to hers moving his hand to the swell of her bottom, cupping it firmly. Gripping Emily tightly, he lifted her gently onto the conference table. Ethan shrugged out of his jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt as Emily loosened his tie.
Ethan traced his thumb over the top of Emily’s garters. Carefully he unclipped each one, allowing him to slide her panties down her legs and over her heels. Emily’s breathing escalated as she wondered what Ethan had planned for her. She tried to close her legs but Ethan stopped her, holding her knees apart with one hand. He gently clipped her garters back to the top of her stockings.
“Now,” he said firmly while holding her green silk panties in front of her face. “These now belong to me, Miss Greene. You can have them back at the end of the day if you do as I say. Do you understand?”
“I see, Mr. Carlson,” she replied in a low voice. “So, you like to play games?”
Ethan nodded and replied, “We’re going to play lots of games, Miss Greene, and I promise you will like it too. Please continue to address me as Mr. Carlson for the remainder of the day.”
Emily swallowed hard at the realization that Ethan Carlson was a little kinky. Reaching into his jacket pocket, Ethan produced a black silk bag that contained two silver balls the size of marbles. What the fuck are these things?
“Miss Greene, these are Ben Wa Balls. Do you know what they are used for?”
Emily shook her head, replying softly, “No.”
“Put them in your hands and feel them,” he instructed.
Emily did as she was told, feeling the cool glass on her palms and noting their weight.
“Stand up, Miss Greene,” he ordered as he dropped to his knees in front of her.
Emily’s breathing became labored as she felt Ethan’s hot breath on her thighs. He traced his fingers on the backs of her knees and up and down her long sculpted legs. Her heart pounded in her chest. Sweat began to bead at the back of her neck. Emily knew the door was securely locked, but nervous excitement curled through her body thinking they might be caught.
“These are simply meant to increase sexual desire by tightening your keigel muscles making your vagina feel smaller and tighter,” Ethan said while circling Emily’s sensitive flesh with the pad of his thumb. Letting out a low gasp, every nerve ending in her body rocketed straight to her core as Ethan plunged into her with his index finger. Teasing her mercilessly, Emily’s hips bucked forward as Ethan palmed her sex, driving her wild with his slow and steady movements.
Ethan gently eased both elegant glass balls inside giving her strict instructions not to cough or sneeze. If Emily kept the delicate balls in for the remainder of the workday, she could have her panties back. Emily quickly became aware of the sensitivity of her body. The smooth movement inside her caused her breasts to swell and her thighs to quiver.
Shifting on her heels Emily asked softly, “Eth…Mr. Carlson, how am I supposed to get any work done the remainder of the day?”
Grinning wickedly at her, Ethan began to walk backwards. Puzzled as to why he kept moving farther away, Emily slowly inched closer to him. Her unsteady and wobbly motions reminded her of a newborn deer trying to walk for the first time. With each stride her body became more aroused. Now she understood, and thank God there was only an hour of the workday left. She found herself standing directly in front of Ethan now. Drawing his arm around her to the small of her back, Emily felt her knees buckle.
“Try, Miss Greene,” he whispered and closed his mouth over hers. Ethan began rolling his tongue with hers slowly while gently caressing her breast causing Emily to experience the most sensational orgasm. All she could do was bite her lip to keep from moaning for the entire reception area to hear. Ethan cradled her against his sturdy frame, keeping her from crumbling to the floor.
Still clutching Ethan while leaning into his body, she panted, “Jesus…Ethan.”
“Miss Greene…you called me Ethan.” His tone was stern.
Crap! Emily quickly shuffled to an upright position looking Ethan directly in face and said, “Sorry, Mr. Carlson.” How was it possible that this demanding, stern and sinfully playful side made Ethan even sexier?
Looking at his watch Ethan smiled, “Now, Miss Greene you have exactly eight minutes to tidy yourself together before the meeting. I suggest you visit the ladies room.”
Emily felt her skin dance with heat as the blood pooled in her stomach. Walking to the bathroom, she was a bundle of nerves certain everyone was going to sense something was off. Mustering all her strength Emily managed to control her breathing, allowing her to walk gracefully to the ladies room. She returned moments later to find Ethan sitting at the table as if nothing had happened. Giving her a warm smile he gestured to the seat across from him. She nodded and took her seat.
Just then Clark, Susan and a few others entered the conference room. Emily shifted in her chair as Ethan just sat there smiling looking calm and collected. He was the cool guy, the guy t
hat adapted to any situation, never letting anyone see him sweat.
“Good afternoon everyone,” Clark began. “We have some very exciting news to share. Ethan here is very close to signing the contract with LA Business Design; he worked all day to make this deal happen. The paperwork should arrive this afternoon.”
Without looking too obvious, Emily shot Ethan a quick smile. She then reached for her phone and sent him a text message: “WAY TO BE AN OVERACHIEVER WORKING ON A SUNDAY. SERIOUSLY, THAT’S AWESOME.” Emily saw Ethan look down at his phone and smile seeing the text from her. She saw him fiddling with the phone. He must be sending a reply, she thought. Emily’s screen lit up with a message: “THANK YOU. CAN I TAKE YOU OUT FOR DINNER TO CELEBRATE?”
Emily was having a difficult time concentrating. She was careful not to shift in her chair because every movement sent electric pulses radiating to her vagina. A few minutes into the meeting she made the mistake of crossing her legs, which had her gripping the curve of her chair tightly. Ethan caught her movements and grazed his tongue over his bottom lip. Emily had no idea what Clark was saying. The deep ache between her legs was unnerving. Ethan would have to fill her in later. Emily cursed him under her breath for putting her in this horny as hell haze. As Clark continued the speech, Emily managed to find some way to compose herself allowing the blood to drain from her ears.
“Now, for the second part of the good news,” Clark announced. “We will be collaborating with LA Business Design on a special marketing campaign with TV, radio and print advertising. Emily you will be travelling to Los Angeles to work with them and their advertising team to come up with the right campaign that mutually benefits both of our companies.”
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