Player

by T. N. King

  “Meet me at my office.”

  “What?” she yelled. “No! I won’t meet you at your office!”

  A nearby sales associate shushed her and glared at her for yelling so loudly. Megan moved around the corner.

  “Meet me and I will explain everything.”

  “Why should I?”

  “Because I asked you to.” Something in his voice made her melt a little. Her heart wanted her to go but her head was screaming at her to hang up and walk away.

  “Well, I guess you don’t always get what you want.”

  “Megan, please. Give me just ten minutes….”

  She slammed the phone closed and handed it back to Black. She looked at him for a long time then took a big breath. She turned and walked back to the register counter and paid for her purchases with Black following close behind her. After the sales associate bagged her things she turned toward Black and shrugged her shoulders.

  “Lead the way.”

  He nodded without so much as a smile and walked out, with her now following him. He led her to his black SUV and opened the back door for her. She only hesitated a moment before getting in.

  Black drove her to JD Marketing and waited outside until he saw her go into the building. By the way she was walking, he had no doubt she would go into his office.

  Megan pulled the front door open and went through the lobby to the elevator that took her up to his floor. When the elevator doors opened she stormed past his PA and went right to his office.

  “Excuse me! Miss! You can’t just barge in there!” The PA did everything she could to stop Megan, but it was no use. Megan had her own agenda and she was going to carry it out no matter what. “I have to have approval for your meeting with Mr. Dean!”

  Megan didn’t stop and she didn’t acknowledge the panic-stricken woman who was chasing after her. She grabbed Jensen’s door handle, opened it and walked in. When she saw him again, her heart raced and she had to work on controlling her trembling. She wanted to blame it on her anger but deep down she knew it had nothing to do with it. She slammed his door closed just as his PA got to it and she glared at him from across the room.

  “Megan!” he jumped up.

  His door opened again and his PA stuck her head in. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Dean. I tried to stop her.”

  “It’s okay. Thank you Susan.” He was still standing, his eyes glued to Megan.

  “Surprised?” she asked as the PA closed his door.

  “Well, yes. I am, actually. I didn’t think….”

  “That’s your problem,” she interrupted. “You don’t think. You don’t think about anyone else but yourself.” She walked slowly toward him, keeping his desk between them. “How dare you invade my life! You have no right!”

  “Can you please keep it down?”

  “You wanted me here. Well, now you have me. So take what I came here with.”

  “Why are you so angry?”

  “You have no right to butt into my life. We broke up, do you not remember that?”

  “Well, I think it should have been a mutual agreement, and I didn’t agree,” he said, smiling.

  “Your attempted humor is pathetic,” she spat.

  “I wasn’t trying to be funny, Megan.” The way he said her name while staring into her eyes made her stomach do a flop. “To me, we are still very much together. I think we can work through this if you would just listen….” He walked around his desk toward her.

  We’re over!” she screamed. “When will you get that through your thick skull!”

  “I don’t want us to be over.”

  “You have no say in this. You see, when you have a fiancée you can’t have a girlfriend too! It usually doesn’t work well that way.”

  “Kristina…is not my fiancée. I didn’t even ask her to be! She…she just makes up her own mind and then makes up our relationship in her head on what she wants it to be! If you would get off your fucking high horse long enough to listen to me, you would understand….”

  She covered her ears and turned away from him, “Just stop! Stop with the lies. It just keeps going around and around.”

  “And what about you?” he asked calmly.

  She turned toward him and furrowed her eyebrows. “What about me?”

  “Your date? The Italian restaurant?”

  She looked down at the floor trying to recall what he was getting at. “You mean with Tristan?” At the mention of his name, she saw the fire in Jensen’s eyes.

  “You just couldn’t wait could you? After what I gave you….”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “You couldn’t wait to get into someone else’s pants!” he snapped.

  Megan gaped her mouth open and took a very large stride toward him, slapping him hard across his face. “That wasn’t a date!” she screamed.

  He turned his head back toward her and clenched his jaw together. “Then what would you call it?”

  “I went to lunch….” She cut herself off realising she almost admitted she worked for Tristan. She knew it wasn’t in her best interest to let Jensen know she worked for his arch nemesis, no matter how angry she was at him. “How the hell did you know I went to lunch with him? How long have you been having me followed anyway?” She put her hands on her hips as her anger grew.

  “Long enough.”

  “You are pathetic, ya know that? I think….”

  He grabbed her by her shoulders and pulled her into him. His mouth was an inch from hers. “Stop thinking so much,” he growled. He covered her mouth with his and kissed her hard. She pushed away from him, reaching up and slapping him again. He didn’t move that time, so she tried slapping him again. This time he caught her hand in mid-swing. She tried pulling away from him but his grip was too strong. She felt her body tremble harder than before, an odd arousal brewing deep within. She leaned forward and kissed him, lingering her lips on his until she felt his hand let her wrist go and slide up underneath her hair to cup her face. He pulled her into him and forced his tongue into her mouth, lighting her on fire.

  Jensen picked her up, wrapping her legs around him and turning around to set her ass on his desk. He swiped the papers off the top and grabbed her by the back of her neck, imprisoning her head close to his. The way he kissed her made her body submit to him and his desires. He pushed her back until she was lying on his desk. His fingertips slid up her legs and up underneath her skirt. When he grabbed her pantyhose and yanked them down off her legs she yelped, her breathing getting harder and her body a complete inferno.

  She spread her legs apart and closed her eyes as she felt his lips kiss their way up between her legs. When he got to the core of her womanhood, she buried her fingers into his tufts of dark hair and pulled him into her. She was sure she was going to lose her mind when she felt his tongue inside of her. His arms were wrapped around each leg and he had her held to the edge of the desk, writhing and squirming to his controlled touch. Just as she got to the brink of orgasm he stopped and stood up, watching her half naked body squirm some more.

  “What…what are you doing?” she asked breathlessly.

  “We aren’t together anymore. I don’t feel the need to give you what you want.” His eyes bore down on her and she knew he was fighting control.

  She sat up and licked her lips. She slid her finger into her mouth seductively and closed her eyes, tracing it across her nipple, leaving a slight wet mark on her blouse. She grabbed her breast with her hand and slid her other hand up underneath her skirt.

  When she heard him growl she opened her eyes and saw him lunge toward her. He grabbed the front of her blouse and ripped it open, breaking a button off and sending it flying across the desk. He reared down into her and devoured her nipple into his mouth. The sensation it caused her sent electricity through her body. She pulled his suit jacket off and roughly yanked at his tie until it loosened enough to pull it off his head. She frantically unbuttoned his shirt as he unbuckled his pants, letting them fall to the floor.

 
He pulled her up to him again, grabbing her legs and wrapping them around his waist. He grabbed her throat and pushed her down onto the desk, then running his palm down her throat, over her chest and to her stomach, he pushed his palm into the lower part of her stomach as his cock pushed into her causing her to cry out. He fucked her hard, leaning into her and grabbing her throat again. He watched her struggle as he quickly brought her body close to orgasm again. She tried not to let him know how hungry she was for him, for fear that he would stop again, but it was inevitable what he was doing to her. She panted and pushed into him each time he thrust into her.

  She cried out as the orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks. He reached over her and covered her mouth with his hand to try and muffle her screams as he fucked her harder, feeling his own orgasm taking over his body. He slammed into her twice more before filling her with everything he had.

  He lay over her, his head on her stomach, panting and trying to catch his breath as she fed her fingers through his hair. After a few minutes, she moved to let him know she wanted to get up. He moved away from her and watched her as she climbed down off his desk. She gathered her clothes up off his carpet, a guilty feeling brewing within her. She just had sex with an engaged man and she hated herself for it. She quickly dressed and tried putting herself back together with the missing button gone from her blouse and a fresh rip in the shoulder. When Jensen leaned in for another kiss, she turned away and walked over to her shoes.

  “Megan?”

  “This was a mistake,” she said in tears.

  “No, there are no mistakes, only decisions we make. Are we not okay now?”

  “I shouldn’t have done this,” she continued shaking her head. “You are engaged and I am a fool.”

  “Megan, no. Listen to me.” He tried to grab her arms but she maneuvered away from him, grabbing her shoes and running out of his office. She didn’t stop until she was at the elevator, praying it would open quickly. Jensen was still naked when she ran out so she knew she had a little time. She put her shoes on and waited for the doors to open.

  Just as a bare chested Jensen opened his office door, Megan disappeared into the elevator.

  As soon as she got back into her apartment, she ran into her bedroom. Lorena was sitting at her computer and automatically knew something was wrong. She grabbed her favorite bottle of tequila and poured two shot glasses full. She went to Megan’s door and lightly knocked.

  “I have an amazing shot of tequila that says you will forget about that jerk by the forth shot,” she called through the door.

  Megan cracked the door open and through teary eyes, she smiled at Lorena, taking the shot and downing it. She opened the door and attempted a smile. “Thanks,” she said before completely breaking down and crying on her shoulder.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  “Good morning,” Megan said, popping her head into Tristan’s office. “You wanted to see me?”

  “Yes,” he responded, smiling. “Come in and sit down.”

  She sat across from him and set her note pad down on her legs.

  “It is Friday, which means you have been with us here at Crawford Advertising for a week now. I presume it has been going well for you?”

  “Yes, it has. I love what I am doing.”

  “You are definitely dedicated and I see a vast improvement in your work ethics as well as your appearance already. I believe you will be a positive asset to our company.”

  He made her feel worthwhile and like she could actually make a difference. It wasn’t something she was used to feeling. “I would like to offer you a work contract.”

  “Yeah?” she asked, smiling from ear to ear.

  “Yes,” he said, somewhat agreeing with her and somewhat correcting her choice of words. He slid the three-page contract toward her and leaned back in his chair.

  She picked it up and started reading through it. She skimmed through the rest, deciding it really didn’t matter what it said. She really had nothing to lose and everything to gain by accepting the job. She picks up the pen on the desk and signs her name to the bottom.

  “Wonderful,” he said, standing up out of his chair. He leaned forward and shook her hand. “Welcome to the company. We should celebrate.”

  Megan was giddy, feeling like she was finally part of something bigger than she had ever been a part of before.

  “Let me take you to dinner this evening.”

  Megan remembered how jealous Jensen was when he thought they were on a date for their first lunch together and it made her uneasy. Besides, she didn’t want to make another mistake by getting too personally attached to the boss again.

  “I would love that but…I…have plans this evening. I promised my roommate that I would go to this art exhibit with her.” It sounded good. Everyone knew how important art exhibits were to those who had a personal connection with them.

  Tristan set his jaw and looked at her. She knew it wasn’t what he wanted to hear. “Very well then,” he said. “Enjoy your weekend. I will see you bright and early Monday morning.”

  “Thank you.” She hesitated, wanting to say something to make it better, but for a lack of knowing what to say, she turned slowly and walked out of his office.

  “Lorena!” Megan burst through the door of their apartment and almost collided with her roommate.

  “What? What’s wrong?” she asked, grabbing Megan’s arms to steady her.

  “Nothing, nothing at all. I got the job. I signed the contract today.”

  Lorena hugged her, “Congratulations! That’s wonderful. So, now what? Perks, bennies, moolah?”

  “All of it. Plus, I will get to travel.”

  “We have to celebrate, and I know just the place.”

  “Where?”

  “You need to have some fun so, there is this funky little night club down town that I am going to introduce you to and you are going to love it.”

  “I don’t know about that.”

  “Well, I do.” She grabbed Megan’s hands and pulled her toward her bedroom. “Let’s go raid your closet.”

  They pulled almost everything Megan had that was club worthy, out on her bed and paired dresses with shoes, with jewelry, with accessories. When Lorena spotted this very bright electric blue dress she squealed and lunged for it.

  “This one! It’s perfect.”

  Megan crinkled up her nose. “I never liked that one. It’s too short and…”

  “And perfect.” She ran toward the bedroom door. “I have the perfect shoes!”

  She disappeared for a minute then returned holding a pair of silver sequined stilettos and a black leather jacket. “You can borrow these but I want them back as soon as you are done luring in all of the guys tonight.” She giggled as she wrapped the jacket around Megan and leaned back to check out how well it fit her.

  “You think so? Do you think I can pull it off?”

  “Girl, with your body? You are going to rock it.”

  Megan pulled her hair out of the well put together bun she wore at the office and her dark brown hair flowed down over her shoulders.

  “You are gorgeous,” said Lorena, running her fingers through Megan’s hair. “They are going to love you.”

  After Megan squeezed into the dress, she helped Lorena with her make up. “I think this color makes your eyes pop.”

  Lorena looked in the mirror. “Oooh, yes. I like that. You’re a genius.”

  When she was finished, Lorena helped Megan with more curls in her hair and some killer burgundy lipstick. Megan didn’t care for the color, but it made her feel dangerous and spontaneous.

  After they were all put together, they took selfies together and had some camera fun in front of the full length mirror before heading out for the night.

  “What club should we go to?” asked Megan scrolling through the internet for some places nearby. “There’s one called Café de Paris on Coventry Street?”

  “Ew, too burlesque for me. No, I have this place. Elite, guest list only, but,” she smiled. “
I know one of the bouncers very well and he will get us in.” Megan put her phone away and let Lorena lead the way.

  When they got to the night club, the taxi dropped them off out front where a long line of people stood, waiting to get in. Megan felt outrageously dressed until she saw the others in line. She was actually dressed quite conservatively compared to some of the outrageous outfits the others put together.

  Instead of going to the end of the line, Lorena looked around toward the entrance until she spotted a large burly man standing behind the door, just inside. She smiled and grabbed Megan’s arm and running up to the entrance.

  “Back of the line ladies,” said the man at the door.

  “I just want to say hello to my friend,” she said pointing to the burly man inside the door. The bouncer turned around and looked.

  “Joey?”

  Lorena nodded.

  “Hey, Joey,” he shouted. “Someone here to see you.”

  The burly man came out and looked at Lorena. She thrust her hip out and licked her lips. “Hey, Joey. How have you been?”

  The man seemed to melt in his place when he saw her. “Lorena, hi. I’m doing good. Just working tonight.” His voice sounded like a lumberjack but with a boyish lilt to it.

  “Do you have to work all night?” She batted her eyes and flirted her ass off.

  “I do, but I can still hang out. Wanna come in?”

  “As long as my girlfriend can join us.” She linked her arm into Megan’s and pulled her forward.

  The man’s smile broadened. “I don’t see a problem with that.” He tapped the bouncer’s shoulder and he moved aside, allowing Lorena and Megan access to the entrance. A few groaned in the line but Lorena ignored them.”

  “How much to get in?” she asked, grabbing for her purse. Joey put his hand on hers and lowered it back down to her side.

  “It’s on me, ladies. Just enjoy your pretty little selves.”

  “Find me later,” she said, running her finger down his chest and almost kissing him. She went toward the doors and smiled. “See? Easy peasy.”