Personal Foul

by Britney Bell

  “Oh my goodness! Yes! Harper definitely would need the help. Thank you so much, and I promise she won’t mention your name.”

  7

  Avery

  Work has been jam-packed with having the new clients along with my others, but today is my day off. My plan is simple, stay in bed as long as possible, lounge around the house and never get dressed.

  Pepper starts pouncing on my head wanting attention and making me wake up, but I refuse to get out of bed yet. I stroke his back as he cuddles me with his head and purrs good morning. When he knows that I am wide awake, he hops to the chair across from the bed to settle in at his favorite place.

  My mind roams as I lay here to the different clients I currently have. The other three are all pretty easy and straight forward with only grocery shopping, but Mr. E is different. He leaves me these notes for his shopping request, and I know it’s weird, but I get excited and am anticipating it to be on his kitchen counter when I walk into his house. It’s like he’s there talking to me.

  This past Monday morning, without fail, Mr. E’s note was indeed there again. A flutter in my belly erupts as I grab the little piece of paper lying on top of my nightstand, grazing it with my fingers.

  Avery,

  Hoping you had a great weekend! The shirts you picked up for me last week fit perfectly. Berta, the cook, said the blue one was the same color as your eyes. Now I’ll think about you every time I wear it.

  This week’s list is a light one. I’ve left it on the piece of paper under this note. Please pick up a coffee for yourself, on me, and have a relaxing break.

  Don’t work too hard and have a great day.

  Mr. E

  Is he flirting with me? Surely not.

  His lists are different from my regular clients; he asks me to pick up unique things like a specific cologne from this one store. Which, by the way, smells so damn good. It reminds me of something that I can’t quite put my finger on but triggers my body into a heated sensation with instant wetness between my legs.

  When I take his purchases to his bedroom to leave them in the master bath, I shamefully stall and look around, dragging my hand over his duvet on the large king size bed. The few articles of clothing that I have been asked to purchase for him tells me that he is a tall, fit and trim man. It’s strange that there are not any personal pictures around, I’ve been looking just to get a glimpse of him. I want to see if the man in my imagination is anything like the real Mr. E because in my head Mr. E is fucking hot as hell.

  I long for any action or response from my boss, and I’m anxious to see his notes for me. Each one has a little personal thank you or wishing me well and boarders on flirting. Often I wonder what it would be like to sleep in this bed with his arms wrapped around me and snuggled in tight, or the hot passion we could make under those covers. What would his body feel like on top of mine?

  Fuck! My thoughts make me horny and seriously wanting it to be Mr. E who’s between my thighs and making me cum.

  For now, I only have the help of my partner in the nightstand to release the built-up frustration from the images in my head of two arms engulfing me and my body pressed up against his tall, hard one. The thought of his warm embrace already has me wet for my partner to slide in before I even reach my core with the hard rubber toy. Seated in deep and ready for action I flip the switch on.

  My imagination has a clear depiction of Mr. E laying me back on my bed while removing my shirt, and his large hands caress my breasts as he takes one into his mouth. My chest raises off the bed searching for more, so I bring my free hand up to rub and squeeze my breast, pinching the nipple like he would be tugging on it as he sucked. This makes me even wetter and my partner slides in and out effortlessly. My legs move up on their own accord as my fantasy has him seated in between them. I yearn to get closer to him and need him to slide his hardness into my slick and waiting core. It’s like I can feel the weight of his body on mine, roaming my hands along his well-defined muscles on his arms and his tight rounded ass cheeks as he pumps in and out of me with his own need for more. My thoughts of him sucking hard on my nipple and moving in and out of me at the same time, make my insides explode, and I see stars as I scream out Drew’s name. Pepper shoots off the chair with a loud meow, startled by my scream. What the fuck?

  Why did I scream Drew’s name when my thoughts had Mr. E all over my body? Fucking asshole, Drew has even taken over my fantasies.

  As I bring air back into my lungs and wait for my heart rate to come down, I leave my partner in just a minute more to feel myself pulse around it and dream again about squeezing Drew’s cock as he cums in me and filling me up. Being half satisfied with the job of my partner and my imagination, I realize that I would only be fully satisfied if Drew was the one to actually fill my insides and have the weight of his body on top of me. Shit, now I am horny again, and I keep thinking of Drew’s body, even though I really want it to be Mr. E. Should I go for multiple orgasms this morning? Hell, why not? Today is my day off, might as well enjoy it by daydreaming a couple of minutes more.

  Two orgasms, a bath, one more orgasm and a little nap later, I finally make it out of my room relaxed and ready for more lounging. The need for coffee is now on high demand, and I must drag myself out of bed.

  With caffeine in hand, just a few minutes later, I curl onto my couch with a blanket and a new romance book. Pepper jumps up to join me. While I stroke his fur, I dive in and am easily lost in a world of found love connections with the couple experiencing trials and tribulations, yet always making it together in the end. Plus, they get a happy life and kids in tow within the epilogue. Awe, if romance novels were actually true life. Anyhow, they are not, and I am reminded of that when my boss’s assistant breaks in on my fairytale land.

  I frown at the offending disturbance and reluctantly pick it up. “Hello.”

  “Hi, Avery. Sorry to call you on your day off, but I need to give you some details about a new project that we will be working on in the coming weeks. Time is extremely limited, so we will need to jump in with both feet running tomorrow.”

  “Okay, let me grab my notebook and calendar.” For the next half hour, I listen to him give me details on a party that our boss will be hosting at his house. I’m told that I will be working closely with a party planner named Harper on any other purchasing she may require. He’ll have the mansion staff leave me lists of what they need to prepare for the event. I can pick those up this afternoon, and I will work with Harper tomorrow on her supply list.

  It sounds like it’s going to be huge, with around 100 people in attendance. The atmosphere will be a relaxed feel, and the guests are going to be coworkers and their plus ones. Mark says that our boss has never had a party at his house, it is bare of the necessities, and I will just follow Harper’s lead on what to buy.

  Avery,

  So sorry for the short notice on this party. This shindig was definitely not my idea, but I know that you will help to make it unforgettable.

  I’ve got to rush out. I am late for a meeting, and I forgot to bring down my shopping list. It’s on the nightstand in my bedroom for you to grab.

  Thank you! I truly appreciate everything you do for me and my staff.

  Don’t work too hard and have a great day.

  Mr. E

  I’m so eager to get to his list, or is it just having an excuse to be in his room again that makes my heart beat harder and my feet take the stairs two at a time as I race to his room. True to his word, the short list is lying there with a pen on top of it. I grab the pen and hold it in my hand while my mind drifts off to imagine what Mr. E’s hand would feel like in mine if he were here. Thoughts of his hands in mine vanish with a glance down at the note, replaced with heat between my legs and a need to have him do a whole lot more than hold my hand.

  Shopping List:

  -A suit for the party with the measurements listed on the back and your choice of color and accessories to go with it.

  -Women’s lingerie with the s
izes listed on the back. Pick something that you think is eye catching, sexy and hot as hell.

  - Women’s vibrating panties same size as the lingerie

  -A dress for yourself to attend the party

  What the FUCK!

  Alright, item one, I can handle that. The second on the list, those sizes asked for are actually my size. I have a pretty common size so not too strange. Then, the third request is something that I have never purchased for any other client before. What, really? That is odd, yet they’ve always intrigued me. Do people actually wear those in public and orgasm while they’re out? Last on his list, okay, seems like I am invited.

  God, am I weird to be turned on by his sexy handwriting? I fight to rationalize and keep telling myself that it’s his words that have me so hot and bothered, except holding this letter in my hand and sitting on the edge of his bed, right where he wrote these words, has my core aching. I better get out of here fast, or I might have to try to relieve the pressure built up between my thighs by laying back on his bed, taking action with my hands to work my body over as I only wish Mr. E could.

  8

  Drew

  I am more nervous about Avery finding out that I am her boss, than I was on draft day when I was first picked up by Seattle to play professional football. Will she hate me for not telling her? I don’t even know why I am asking myself that. Of course she will, but I am hoping that being in my home, buying for me and working with my other staff, she would have had a glimpse into who I really am.

  To the outside world I am this spoiled rich player, who drives fast cars and leaves women’s beds faster than the cars are. Yeah, when it comes to women, I am like that, but those close to me know that I have a carrying heart. Just by having the status of being a pro football player, women will try to latch on to men for the wrong reasons and destroy their career before it can even begin.

  I saw this with a buddy of mine, who was my mentor when I was a rookie in Seattle. She came in, acted like she was in love with him. They got married after just six months into the relationship, and then he walked in on her and a professional basketball player from Seattle. It was the scandal of the city, and my teammate has never recovered from the betrayal. She just used him for the status and money. Definitely not going to let that happen to me.

  I don’t feel like Avery is that way. That’s one reason I have been watching her for these last four weeks that she’s unknowingly worked for me. Something drew me to her from her very first little fiery outburst trying to call me out and put me in my place, then again when she walked out of Mickey’s after finding out who I was. She did the exact opposite of what a leach would do. Damn, that turned me on to her even more.

  Assisting with helping set up the party would not have been my plan for a fun Saturday morning, but playing with Avery and seeing how she reacts to me as Drew, before she knows I’m Mr. E, causes me to wake up early and excited to get downstairs. I want to see how we’d interact before she finds out that I’m her boss in a few hours. Will she still be that hot tempered, sexy woman who will stand up for her parking spot?

  It wasn’t hard to talk Reed into meeting up on the street in front of my house and walk in together, as to not blow my cover. He knows all about my game and is sworn into the buddies’ creed and won’t say anything. He thinks I’m a dumb idiot, thinks it will all bite me in the ass. Who knows? It just may. I hope not, unless she’s doing the biting.

  He texts me that he’s here, and I sneak down to meet him at the door. Together, we move into the living room to see the girl’s bustling around to Harper’s directions.

  “Harper, where do you want us?” I inquire loudly.

  Just the reaction I wanted. Avery jumps and spins around to lock eyes with me. Oh yeah, the fire is definitely there. I have to make a conscience effort to keep my dick at bay, and I see it in her too with the pink tent in her cheeks.

  “Great! Y’all are here. Drew, please help Avery cover all those tables and set centerpieces on them. Reed, come help me out by the pool,” Harper barks her commands like a drill sergeant, and we happily obey.

  My feet move without thought, straight to Avery, our eyes never break connection. Her voice is a little shaky when she asks, “What are you doing here?”

  “Hi, Avery, how are you? It’s nice to see you,” I deflect her question.

  “I’m good. Now, what are you doing here?”

  “Got word that you all could use some help. Put me to work, boss.” My shoulders shrug with her indifference, and I add a wink for good measure.

  The next few hours pass by quickly, and Avery and I work hand-in-hand to get things done. It takes some coaxing, but we quickly start flowing in conversation. I ask about Pepper and how she’s been and her work. It’s hard to keep a straight face while she excitedly tells me about her more recent client whom we are working to set the party up for.

  “I’m glad you like it here. I know the guy, and he can be a stuck-up prick sometimes.”

  She laughs at my choice of words. “I’m sure at times everyone can act like that, but Mr. E, my boss, is kind and considerate. He treats everyone well here, and we all love coming to work because he makes it special.”

  “That’s nice to hear.” My smile is huge, and I try to contain my happiness that she is pleased and comfortable in my home. She looks forward to coming here each day; that’s exactly what I wanted her to feel like.

  “I hope he’s here tonight, so I can finally meet him. He told me to buy a dress as an invitation. I’m not sure if that’s a date invite, but I kinda hope it is.”

  Her words sting. I’m jealous of my own self. Fucking, hell! I, Drew, better step up my game.

  The music starts playing in the background, so I take my chance. She reaches for a box, and I stretch my hand towards hers. Grabbing it and pulling it into my chest, we begin slow dancing. She yells with surprise, and I can feel her heart beating fast against me, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she rests her head just above my heart, and her hand relaxes into mine. This is the reaction I wanted.

  With her still in my arms, I speak my mind. “I looked you up, I was going to ask you to come to the party with me, as my date. But I chickened out.”

  Her head tilts up to meet my eyes, but she remains silent. I’m still working to step up my game, so I lean in to meet those luscious lips, and I’ll be damn, she raises up on her toes to come closer to me. My lips burn to be connected to her.

  “Drew!” Son of a bitch! “You ready to go get dressed for the party!” Reed calls as he runs into the living room from outside, then I hear his feet come to a screeching halt. “Oh, sorry. I’ll be in the car waiting for you.”

  Our lips never touch, but I whisper my request to have her as my date again. She gives me an answer, “Sorry, I can’t. He bought me a beautiful dress, and I need to see if he’ll be here.” That’s not the answer I want.

  I kiss her temple softly and back away. “I’ll see you in a few hours,” I respond and move to walk off.

  “Drew.” The confusion in her tone has me turning around to obey her command. “Thank you for helping today, I had a really good time with you.”

  “You’re welcome. Get some rest before tonight, and don’t work too hard.” Her head questionably cocks in bewilderment at my last line. I purposely said it to see how she reacts. It’s the last few words I have put on every note I’ve left for her.

  Her unsteady voice replies, “Thanks, I’ll be sure to do that.” I turn once again and act like I’m leaving with Reed but sneak back upstairs instead. The next few hours are painful with anxiety. Now she is going to be so mad at me, and I’ll have to quickly smooth it over before she ends up hating me forever.

  Here goes nothing and everything all at once.

  The light blue plaid tie that she bought with the charcoal grey suit fits perfect and looks sharp as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I brace myself for impact with a large breath in and exhale out and then walk out of my room and start down the stairs. Im
mediately, I notice her with her back turned towards me as she faces the bar talking to Peyton and Harper.

  God, she is gorgeous. She’s in a long flowing dress that hugs every beautiful curve as it falls just above her feet and has thin straps holding it up on her shoulders and a low cut back showing off her tan skin.

  Her beauty has frozen me halfway down the stairs, and I can’t pull my eyes away from her. I guess she feels someone staring at her because she slowly turns around, and her eyes lock on mine with a wide smile forming like she’s happy to see me. Then, she lowers her eyes, checking out my attire, and I see the moment she recognizes that she is the one who bought this suit and I am indeed her boss.

  In the blink of an eye, she sets her drink on the bar and runs out of the room. I’m chasing her as fast as I can but having to dodge and weave through people delays me. Luckily, she had to slow down enough to grab her purse.

  “Avery, wait!” I shout. I’m able to catch up right as she reaches her vehicle, and I cage her against it. My arms set on either side of her as she’s trying to open the handle. Her back is to my chest, we are both breathing hard, adrenaline pumping through us. I use this moment to catch my breath and breathe her in, relishing being this close to her.

  “Just let me explain,” I whisper in a low growl close to her ear. Slowly she turns with my arms still enclosing her in, wild anger shines in her bright blue eyes. “I just want to talk and explain.” My tone is soft and gentle, and I raise my hands in surrender.

  She stares at me so hard that I can feel my body burning. That may be caused just from being this close to her, and all I really want to do is throw her over my shoulder and take her up to my room and fuck that anger out of her eyes. “You have exactly two minutes, and if I don’t like what I hear, I am out of here.” Avery’s arms come up to cross her chest, making her breast raise on display for me. Focus, Drew.