Sack Time

by A. M. Willard

  “It is when you’re me and you have four or maybe six if you count the two cups I had before I left this morning.”

  “Noted to never give you coffee, but why would that ruin your career?”

  “I have to show some penthouses to this rich and hot CEO guy today, and I was afraid I would fall asleep because let’s face it—it’s me. Which is why I drank all the coffee, and if I can’t calm down that means I’ll freak him out, and June will fire me.”

  “You need to take a moment, and I’ll be right back,” is all he says before he leaves me to my mess. I’m not sure how long Greyson is gone for, but when he returns, he’s carrying two bottles of water and a pack of crackers in his hands.

  “Here, drink this and eat these. You need water to flush your system and food to soak up the caffeine.”

  “Thanks, I bet you think I’m a hot mess, don’t you? I’ll understand if you want to cancel that date and find a normal person.”

  “I do find you hot but not a mess, and don’t think you’re getting out of our date that easy.”

  I smile up at him before he walks over to his desk. The more water I drink, and with each cracker I shove in my mouth, my nerves start to calm. When my heart rate slows enough that I think I can handle heading back over to my office I stand. It’s not long before Greyson is in front of me. With a swift move, he tucks a fallen curl behind my ear and steps closer to me.

  “My heart just slowed,” I whisper.

  “Good, then I know you’ll be able to handle this,” is all he says before bringing his mouth down to mine. Greyson’s hands move up to the back of my neck, pulling me closer to him never and breaking our connection. I can’t fit his mouth against mine because it’s as if they were made for each other. Instead of pulling away, I tighten my grip on his shirt which fuels his movements. Before I know it we’re both moving toward the shelf that’s near the door. When my back hits it, he still doesn’t loosen his grip. I’m not sure how long we allow our mouths to take an adventure with each other before a knock on the door echoes through the room. Just as the door opens, Greyson breaks his hold, leaving me standing here breathless and confused.

  “Dr. Davis, your next patient has been waiting for awhile,” Katy says before she turns her head toward me and winks. Just as fast as she entered, she exits.

  “Umm …. Well … I guess I need to go. Okay, well thanks for whatever happened here and yep, I need to go,” I say, smoothing my shirt down as I try to find my senses, which I’m pretty sure left when his mouth took over every sense of my body.

  “Sherry, you okay? I mean… Well, you okay to get back to the office?”

  “Yes, I’m fine and don’t worry, that panic attack is over and when I get back to my office I’ll have the next one.”

  “Be safe today, and I know you can do this. If you need anything, call me,” he says before placing his lips on my forehead. It’s the simplest act of kindness, but coming from him it means so much more.

  My feet instantly lead me outside and back toward my office. Thankful that my feet know where to go because right now my mind is in another place. Pretty sure I left it in the office with Greyson’s lips.

  People say there are different kisses in life. Ones that you receive from a relative are enduring and a sign of love. Ones that you receive from friends, a meaning of affection and closeness. Then there’s the one. The one that means everything in the world is more than you ever thought. It’s the one that causes your toes to curl, and for every inch of your skin to become hyper aware of the other person that is causing this feeling. I’ve been kissed before, but that one from Greyson is something that I’ve never experienced in my life. It’s scary. It’s exciting. It’s different, and I want to do it again. This time without coming down from a panic attack. Maybe it was the fear running through my body that made it ten times better than those before it. Maybe it was the fact that I’ve been fighting him, knowing that we wouldn’t be a good match that made my body think otherwise. Either way, we need to share another kiss just so I can score it against the first one.

  Entering Dawson Realty, I glance around to see if anyone noticed that I’d stepped away. It appears that I’m not as important as I thought and the others are either on the phone or glued to the computer screen. Even June didn’t notice. Which is alarming because she’s freaking out just as much as I am. Deep down I know I can do this. I just have to breathe and relax for a moment. Closing my eyes, I try to focus on the task at hand. It’s not hard. All I have to do is chat with the buyer and show some properties.

  “Wake up, Sherry,” June screams at me, almost causing me to fall from my chair.

  “I wasn’t asleep… I was trying to calm myself, you fool,” I answer back snarkier than I should. Guess it’s my fault that she thought I was asleep, but still, don’t scare the shit out of someone just because you think they are.

  “Sorry… The driver is out front waiting. Call me if you have any problems.”

  “Thanks, but I’ll be fine,” I say as I offer up a smile of confidence.

  I smooth my skirt down after standing and take another deep breath before grabbing my folder and purse. With one foot in front of the other, I head out to the sleek black town car waiting to either take me to the worst or the best day I could possibly have in awhile. The worst would be that Mr. McBride hates everything and drops us before I can show him the better ones. The best could be that he likes my style and can’t wait to see more. Either way, I’m going to rock today, and I refuse to fall asleep once.

  My heart stops beating when I open the door and notice that Mr. McBride is in the backseat. I wasn’t expecting him to already be in the car, as I was informed that we’d be picking him up. Either way, I’m not letting this throw me. Sliding in, I turn my body toward him, offering up my hand as I introduce myself.

  “Mr. McBride, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I’m Sherry Wilde, and I can’t wait to show you what we’ve found thus far.”

  “Miss. Wilde, it’s a pleasure and I look forward to seeing what Dawson Realty has to offer this time around,” he says in a smooth voice. It doesn’t skirt my attention that his eyes just roamed up the length of my body. Okay, Mr. CEO… Is this the way you want to play? Too bad for him, I’m not June and I have morals. Not to mention I just made out with Greyson less than thirty minutes ago. I cock my head in his direction again to speak, but notice that his fingers are typing frantically on his phone. Instead of speaking, I watch the traffic as we drive through the streets of Miami. His driver already has the addresses and knows exactly where to take us for the first stop. Mr. McBride shifts in his seat before we pull up to the first stop. It’s an uncomfortable shift. He’s moved closer to me and has draped his arm behind my head. Leaning in he asks, “Do you offer the same services as your boss?”

  Stunned, I jerk back from him, and my back hits the door as I stare up at him. It only takes me a moment to come to my senses when his fingers slide down the side of my face. “Excuse me, Mr. McBride. I’m not sure what you were expecting, but I am here to show you properties and properties only. If you wish to have a different kind of service, I’m sure we could find you one.”

  “Calm down, little one. I’m just testing the waters to see if all the ladies are like June Dawson, or is she the only one who gives extra services.”

  “I can’t speak for my boss, but I’m sure I can call her and ask if she’d like to take over for you?”

  “No, that won’t be necessary. I like the fire in your eyes.”

  My voice has disappeared. Or it could be the fact that I’m biting my tongue because I want to tell him to go fuck himself and run back to the office. I’m a big girl and can handle myself. Plus, I have pepper spray in my purse, and I’m not afraid to use it. Not giving him the satisfaction that he’s waiting for, I open the door and hop out shutting it behind me. There is no way I’m holding the door open for him. Guys like him are scum to me. I’ve watched his kind think they can buy their way into girls lives. I’m not o
ne of them and never will be. It doesn’t matter to me how much money, how many fancy cars, or how big your bank account is. I’ll never lower myself to that standard just to get somewhere. As much as I want to sell him a place so I can bank that commission it’s not worth it. I might be second guessing my rules with Greyson, but this rule will not be broken. My steps speed up, putting enough space between the two of us until we reach the bank of elevators. All I can hear at this point is thump… Thump… Thump… Silently praying that we can make it through this first showing without me having to knee him in the balls is all that I can focus on at this moment. So much so, I can’t even remember which listing we’re at. It’s now that I wish I could sack out face first and forget this whole thing.

  In the open space, I remember which one we’re at and walk toward the view of the other buildings.

  “This unit is one thousand square feet with two bedrooms and two baths. It comes with a two-car garage, luxury appliances, two pools, your private cabana. They also have a gym, spa, Jacuzzi, and a BBQ area. Just imagine cooking from over there, and staring out this bank of windows as the sun sets,” I explain as I try to jazz up the space more than I need to. The view and space should speak for itself, but all I’m seeing him do is stare at his phone.

  Without a word from Mr. McBride, I slide the patio door open to show him the small but pleasant patio that he has for extended square footage.

  “Let’s see the next one,” is all he says before turning around and heading out the door. Today might be the longest day in the history of days. Closing the slider, I follow behind him and pray that something catches his attention.

  Greyson

  The moment I heard Sherry’s panicked voice echoing down the hall, I knew I had to sneak around to see what was going on. For a moment, I wasn’t sure if it was her or another patient. When my eyes landed on her, I knew something wasn’t right. Sherry’s eyes were wide, wider than normal for her. Not to mention the overuse of blinking, and drumming of her fingers against the glass was so fast it was as if she was typing a story for the waiting room. She needed rescuing, and I was going to waltz in like a knight in shining armor—or jeans—but that’s not the point. She came to me, and that’s all that matters. I haven’t witnessed this Sherry yet. The normal one is bubbly and fast paced, or sacked out asleep – this version is one on speed. Once I closed the door and sat with her long enough, I figured it out and knew what to do. I mean, I’m a doctor after all, so of course, this is why she came to me. That was the only thing running through my head when I went to fetch her a bottle of water and crackers from the kitchen. It wasn’t until she started coming down that I couldn’t hold back anymore. In that moment, I knew I couldn’t wait any longer to taste her lips. There was no way I was letting her leave without the feel of her soft skin touching mine.

  I should’ve waited to claim her mouth after work because ever since I watched her leave my office today, she’s all I can think about. Try sitting in a small room with patients blabbing along about stuff that I am not focused on today. I’ve glanced at my watch so many times since her departure that my stare could’ve broken the glass and caused time to stand still. She mentioned that she had something to do after work tonight, which also means I have no idea when she’ll return home. Instead of pacing the foyer of the building, I decide to head to the gym to work some frustrations out. The more I picture her today, the faster my feet pound the belt of the treadmill. It fuels my speed and my need to get her out of my head. I’ve got to pull it together before our date tomorrow, or I’m never going to make it through the drive.

  Falling against the rails of the machine, I slow my breathing as I pass the point of return. My chest is on fire from the lack of air. Sweat is pouring from my body, and I can’t believe I forgot to bring a workout towel down with me. Instead of grabbing one from the rack, I pull my shirt off and run it over my face enough to allow me to open my eyes and stop the sweat from running down into my eyes. Satisfied that I can walk out of here and head upstairs, I gather my stuff and leave.

  Shirtless, sweaty, and regaining a normal breathing rhythm, I hear a familiar laugh approaching. I pivot toward the sound, allowing my eyes to adjust to the way she’s walking and not to mention how her friend Ava’s face is bunched up as if they’ve shared a not so friendly moment together.

  “Evening, ladies,” I say right as the doors open to the elevator.

  “Hi, Greyson,” Ava responds as she nudges Sherry in the shoulder.

  “Evening,” is all Sherry says in return. I eye her cautiously. The lack of enthusiasm has me questioning if our kiss today was too much. My back hits the cool metal across from her as I position myself perfectly to be able to watch her. To take in her stance, the way her cheeks are flushed. It doesn’t get past me the way Ava is snickering in the corner when I glance her direction. When my eyes land back on Sherry, it’s at the perfect time. Her tongue darts out, wetting her plump lips that I’ve had the pleasure to taste and wet myself. I shift my body weight to my left side, adjusting myself as I try to play it off that I’m wiping the sweat from my chest. Her breath hitches, alerting me to the fact that me standing here, shirtless, is affecting my sweet Sherry girl.

  “Good workout?” Ava asks, breaking the tension within the small space.

  “It was enough. Did y’all have a good evening?”

  “I’m pretty sure if it wasn’t it will be now,” Ava says, walking past me and out the elevator doors.

  “Good night, Sherry,” I say with a wink and watch the crimson color snake up her throat to her cheeks. She slows her pace as she steps off and turns her face back toward me. “Good Night, Greyson.”

  Just like that, she’s gone, and I’m headed to my apartment where a cold shower is calling my name, or where I might be calling her name in the privacy of my apartment. Either way, relief needs to come and come soon. Ignoring my phone that’s buzzing, I head straight to the shower, cranking up the temperature to relieve the tension in my shoulders. The need to have both hot and cold water is overwhelming. I don’t know which would be better at this moment. Fighting the urge to turn the handle to the blue icy side, I snatch the soap off the ledge. Lathering the bar between my hands, I rub them against my skin and work my way down my legs and back up the other. Before I know it, my hand is gripping my cock hard, spinning the suds around and around as I allow my eyes to close. My mind goes straight to thoughts of Sherry. I picture how soft her skin was against mine today. How her blue eyes light up any room she’s in, and the way I picture her lying beneath me as I make love to her. At this point, I’ll take her how I can get her. Whether it’s quick, to get the release that we both yearn for. Or, whether it’s slow and meditated with every movement we make together. Bracing one hand on the tile, I lean my head down and watch as my pace quickens. My grip wraps around my cock in a steady motion until I finally reach my release. Letting out a loud moan, I allow my head to land on the tile now, bracing me from falling over. It’s been ages since I’ve had that powerful of a release. If this is what it takes to make it through my days and nights until I can have her, then that’s what it’ll take.

  After finishing up in the shower, I dry off before wrapping the towel around my waist. Padding through my empty apartment, I find my phone still buzzing on the kitchen counter. Opening, I notice I have a few texts from Sherry. It seems I’ll never get her off my mind.

  Sherry: Thank you for the help this morning. I promise I’m not usually that weird. Well, maybe a little.

  Sherry: Okay, I might have scared you off. Sorry in advance for my weirdness.

  Sherry: Well, this is weird, but are we still on for tomorrow? Last one, I promise.

  I should make her wait, but since she’s all I’ve thought about today, I give in.

  Me: I’m glad I could help, and you’re welcome in my office anytime.

  Me: You couldn’t scare me, unless you turned into a big bad scary wolf, then we might have problems. LOL.

  Me: Aren’t we all a tiny bit
weird? Yes, we are on for tomorrow. I’m looking forward to it.

  Me: Oh, besides pizza what do you like? I need to make plans or at least come up with a grand gesture.

  I send the last one and wait as I stare at the screen for that stupid bubble that’ll pop up. When I notice she’s not responding right away, I grab a beer from the fridge and pop the top. Right as the cold liquid slams against my taste buds, I hear a knock at the door. Glancing down, I take in the fact that I’m still in my towel and run back to my room for a pair of shorts. With no time for boxers, I slide the basketball shorts up my long legs before heading back out to see who is on the other side knocking.

  Not bothering to look through the peephole, I open the door wide as I’m welcoming the stranger into my world.

  “Hi, well, I thought maybe we could you know… Talk, or I don’t know… Maybe I should go,” Sherry stumbles over her words as she bounces back and forth on each foot, twisting her fingers together. I hesitate longer than I should as I enjoy watching her fret.

  “Come on in, want a beer or something? I might have a soda.”

  “Sure, I’ll take a beer.” Her voice echoes through my half-empty apartment. When I turn around from the fridge, I notice how she’s hopped up on one side of the barstools and is resting her chin in her hand, watching me.

  “How was your day?” I ask, handing her the bottle.

  “It was okay. Of course, you know how it started; it just went downhill from that moment.” She shrugs it off like it’s no big deal, but I can tell something’s bothering her.

  “How’d the showing go? Did something happen?”

  “That’s a big fat joke. People with money suck and think they are entitled to everything and anyone.” I’m taken back from the last statement.

  “What do you mean, entitled to anyone? Did something happen today, Sherry?”

  “Calm down, big guy, I handled it, and if it would have gotten out of control, I’d have sprayed him.”