The Right Place: The Serendipity Duet - Book 1

by Alana Jade

  Georgia walks back to the door, closes it with a click, and then takes a seat in the same place Isabel vacated only moments before. Normally, I’d be eyeing off whatever sexy little get-up she’s wearing today, but my mind is strictly on business. It makes me angry knowing someone like Zac would raise his hand to a woman. My heart skips a beat imagining Georgia in that position. At least I know, without a doubt, that while she’s with me, she’ll never be put in that situation.

  “I’ll need you to arrange a few things for me today. Security and payroll need to be informed that Zac’s employment has been terminated, effective immediately. Please schedule a meeting today with all heads of departments—”

  “All of them?” Georgia questions.

  “Yes, all. We’ll meet in the boardroom. It should be big enough to handle everyone. It won’t need catering, it should only run for approximately forty-five minutes. Please stipulate that everyone must attend.”

  I watch as Georgia jots on her notepad, and when finished, lightly bites on the end of her pencil awaiting my next instruction. I bunch my hand around my suit pants on my lap. Fuck! Now I’m wondering if her panties have that sexy lace at the front today, even though I should remember as I watched her get dressed this morning. I was more focused on her unrestrained tits. Shit! I need to concentrate on work right now.

  “Can I ask what’s happened? Is it about last night?” Georgia whispers the latter part of the sentence.

  “Partially… I’ll explain at home.”

  She nods. I applaud her for her professionalism. Even last night she was my PA and not my girlfriend at the police station as she knew this situation was serious.

  “Have you thought any more about this Lauren who’s visiting your mom often?” Georgia asks, referring to something my mom mentioned yesterday about a woman who’s been visiting her at the home.

  “I’m going to look into it, but given Mom’s mental state, I’m not sure I can rely on the information she’s giving us to be correct. For all we know, it’s one of her nurses.”

  She doesn’t say anything, only purses her lips as she nods. Georgia doesn’t completely understand Alzheimer’s. I find it hard to explain without becoming overly emotional that my mom’s brain is basically being destroyed by this disease. It’s extremely difficult watching someone who was always bright and bubbly, fade away to someone who can’t even recognize her son most days. Yesterday was an amazing day for Mom. I’m so glad Georgia was there to witness it. Mom got to meet Georgia properly and have a nice conversation before the fog started to return.

  Mom whispered to me yesterday she thinks Georgia is my lobster, referring to her favorite 90s television show, Friends. I always beam when Mom makes those types of references. Reminds me of better times before this dreaded disease took over her brain.

  “Shit,” I blurt out. “Can you cancel the meeting I had scheduled for later today with Basil and the other guys. They’ll be in the boardroom, anyway. Should be self-explanatory, but I want to spell this out for the heads.” I rest my elbows on my desk and massage my temples with my fingers. I don’t feel on top of my game today, and it’s frustrating me.

  “Of course.” Georgia smiles that beautiful smile of hers, and it’s all that’s getting me through this shit with Zac right now.

  “That should be all for now. Actually, no… scrap that.” I watch as Georgia crosses out my previous instruction. “Can you please get Basil, Arnie, Darius, and Max… if he’s in… on the phone for a conference call now. I want to give them a heads up about what I’m doing. Plus, I’m expecting a call or email from the car lease company… I’m upgrading our cars.” I don’t bother mentioning the additional car in the fleet just yet. I’m sure she’ll question the extra car very soon.

  “Not a problem, I’ll get on that.”

  I stand and walk around my desk as Georgia stands to leave. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pull her in for a kiss. I know we agreed to no more fraternization, and definitely not during work hours, but given what’s gone on today, I need to feel and connect with her.

  As I massage her lips with mine, I can tell she’s clearly shocked for a second before she relaxes into the kiss and places her hands on either side of my face.

  Georgia leans back from me, whispering, “Sit in your chair, I’ll help you relax.”

  I should say no.

  I should tell her to get on with what needs to be done.

  Maybe it’s the way she’s looking at me, lustful and naughty, but I walk back to my chair expecting Georgia to straddle me.

  Instead, she lowers herself to her knees, twisting my chair, so she’s hidden under the desk.

  “Just in case.” She smirks, unzipping my pants.

  I lean back in my black leather chair and let my eyes close.

  She’s right. I need to relax, and Georgia’s picked a fantastic way to help me.

  Georgia

  Gently pulling Adam’s dick and balls out of his pants, I massage his length with one hand while fondling his sac with the other. He loves it when I caress him this way.

  While I never knew what amazing sex was before meeting Adam, I was shown how to give a great head by Blaze. He was really into them, and if I didn’t do a good enough job, he’d stop, preferring to go and jack off somewhere, which, of course, left me high and dry. Although thinking about it now, he probably ran off to his boyfriend to finish the job.

  Flicking my ponytail over my shoulder, I settle on my knees before pulling Adam’s chair more toward me, concealing me further. Although I realize no one will march into Adam’s office, I didn’t bother to lock the door as we had agreed not to do anything in the office within working hours, and if I get up now, I know I’ll lose my nerve and go back to doing what I know I should be doing right now.

  I spread Adam’s legs apart and can hear him gasp at my action. I’m tempted to giggle but refrain. I want to do this for Adam and do it right. He was different last night after Zac rang, frustrated or something. He looked all day as though he doesn’t want to be here. I’ve never seen him like that. I want to help to relieve some of the tension he’s currently feeling, and hopefully, he can go on to have a productive meeting.

  My head hovers above his lap, inching closer to his cock, my arms resting against the side of his legs. I flick my tongue out over the head, tasting his warm, salty pre-cum before licking along the underside of his dick down to his balls and back up again.

  As I get back to the top, I take Adam into my mouth, slowly lowering myself, allowing in as much as I think I can take before wrapping my lips around him, and slowly sucking as I start to bob my head up and down.

  I can hear Adam’s moans. Instantly, I know I’m doing it right. He runs his hands along my arms, back and forth, causing a throb between my legs. I will myself to ignore it. It’s not about me right now. This is all about him.

  Lowering myself again, I try and open my throat a little more to try and take more of him wanting to test my ability.

  “If I didn’t know how boring you are based on that face your pulling, I’d be asking who’s sucking your dick under the desk,” a gruff voice says from across the room followed by a half-assed laugh.

  I quickly remove his cock from my mouth, causing my head to thump against the underside of the desk. Adam straightens, trying to hide his extremely hard dick from the sight of whoever’s in the doorway.

  “I’m tired, Zac. In case you’ve forgotten, I had to go and collect you across town last night from the police station.”

  “You didn’t have to. I would’ve been fine.”

  “Your call to me told me differently.”

  “Whatever! Isabel said you wanted to see me. What is it?”

  The tone he’s using is disrespectful in so many ways—it’s laced with sarcasm as well.

  Rubbing the sore spot on my head, I try and sink into the back corner under his desk, thankful there’s a modesty panel, and it’s closed at the front.

  Keeping quiet will be hard, but I am g
oing to do my best. I attempt to retrieve my cell from my pocket, only to realize I must have left it on Adam’s desk with my notepad.

  “Zac, can you give me a minute?” Adam asks.

  “I was told you needed to see me, so here I am,” he retorts, but his words are slurred.

  “I do. But don’t you think it’d be better for us both if you were of a clear mind when we speak? Maybe you should go home, shower, and come back this afternoon?”

  “I’m here now. Where’s Georgia? She’s not at her desk,” he asks demandingly, ignoring everything Adam’s said. I’m kind of glad I’m not at my desk if I am being honest.

  “She’s running an errand in another area of the building. Zac, I suggest you go home, shower, and come back later.”

  I’m amazed how well Adam is handling this situation, especially since his dick is still at half-mast and hanging out of his pants.

  Damn! I thought I was doing the right thing in the moment, but with hindsight, it was stupid not to lock the door. Trying to give my boyfriend a blow job during work hours has now made his stress level rise rather than fall.

  “Fine. I’ll be back in an hour,” Zac slurs.

  Zac must walk into the door or something on the way out as I hear a bang and Zac swearing.

  Adam quickly puts himself back into his pants before leaning down and whispering, “Wait here,” to me. He gets up from his chair. I hear him walk across the office, followed by the door closing and a click of the lock. A few seconds later, he’s leaning down with his hand outstretched, helping me to my feet.

  I stand, then smooth my clothing before looking up at Adam, hoping to see a reassuring smile.

  His face is as stern as I’ve ever seen it.

  “That could have been a lot worse,” I joke.

  “Worse? I think that was as pretty fucking bad as it can get, Georgia. We almost got busted by the one person who’ll tell everyone.”

  I’m taken aback by Adam’s tone. He’s angry, disgusted even and his voice is more than a little aggressive. He’s never taken this tone with me before, and if I’m honest, it scares me a little.

  I don’t need this shit.

  I dealt with crap like this for too long while I was with Blaze.

  “No one knew I was there. It’ll be fine.” My voice is hushed as I try to defuse the situation.

  “We had an agreement that this kind of shit wouldn’t happen at work. Yet, you pushed the boundaries and look where we’ve ended up.” His voice growls.

  “What?” I squeak. “If you didn’t want me to do what I was planning on doing, you should’ve said no. Men can say no, too, you know?”

  “Fuck! I’m not having this argument here. I don’t even know if Zac has left the building. Hell, for all I fucking know, he could be standing on the other side of the door right now. This is a fucking mess.”

  “Adam, I only tried to help you to relax. You’re way too stressed. That was my way—”

  He cuts me off. “If anything, you’ve made things worse. Please, get back to work.” Adam points to the door, and it takes all that I have not to burst out in tears, but I do blink a few times to keep them at bay. I grab my cell and notepad from his desk before fleeing to his door.

  The look of disdain on his face will forever be etched in my brain.

  I don’t even think for a second before pulling the door open, walking through, and closing it harder than I intended behind me. I look up, dying to take a deep breath, only to see Zac standing there with a goofy grin on his face, looking completely disheveled and wearing the clothes he was in last night. Down one side of his shirt is a large black smudge which almost looks like tire marks.

  “So, you were sucking him off under the desk. Oh… I’d like something like that right now, too. Fancy joining me in my office?” he purrs, thrusting his hips at me and rubbing his crotch.

  My facial expression surely says it all.

  I want to tell Zac to fuck off.

  I want to tell him that I wouldn’t touch him with a ten-foot pole.

  “I was cleaning Mr. Cunningham’s bathroom. If you need to see him, I’m sure he’ll see you now,” I say, trying to dampen what he thinks he’s seen. My cheeks are heated. I know I’m crimson and giving myself away.

  “You weren’t cleaning his bathroom. You know I’ve already seen him.”

  “Zac, I assure you, I had no idea you were here. Would you like me to buzz Mr. Cunningham for you?”

  “Yeah, do whatever. Know you two are busted, and I plan on telling everyone what I saw.”

  I buzz Adam, who doesn’t speak when he picks up. “Zac’s here and wants to see you.”

  “Fuck! Was he out there?” he puffs out.

  “Yes. I’ll… I’ll send h-him in,” I stutter, knowing Adam is going to be even more pissed at the situation currently at hand. “Zac, you can, ah… go in now.”

  “Thanks, beautiful. If you change your mind, I’ll be back in my office in fifteen.” He winks at me. Then using his hand near his mouth and his tongue to simulate a head job, he walks off to Adam’s door.

  Not even if hell froze over!

  After Zac closes the door, I make a beeline for the bathroom. Locking myself in a stall, I start to sob uncontrollably. Adam’s never spoken to me that way before. He’s only ever been sweet with me.

  If this is his other side, then fuck that, I’m out.

  His outburst somehow reminded me of how Blaze used to treat me. I’m definitely not going back to that again.

  It takes me a good ten minutes to calm down.

  Finally, I leave the stall and touch up any smudged makeup before returning to my desk.

  A million things are running through my mind.

  Should I walk away now?

  Do I try and apologize again? Although both of us were involved, I didn’t force him to do anything.

  I should have been stronger.

  I should have thought more about what we were doing and any possible consequences. But that part of my brain took over—the young love part—and I thought I was doing the right thing by my man.

  A relaxed man is a happy man, right?

  I’m only back at my desk long enough to start item one on that long to-do list Adam gave me when Zac flies out of Adam’s office swearing up a storm.

  “Fuck this, you prick! You can’t fire me for things I do outside of work. You’ll regret this.”

  Adam stands at his office door, and Zac continues his tirade next to my desk, which makes me feel extremely uncomfortable.

  “No, I won’t, Zac. And you’re right, I can’t fire you for outside-of-work indiscretions, but when you show up to work or meetings high or drunk, then I have every right to step in. I’ve ignored it for far too long. I think now is the time to get yourself the help you so desperately need. Isabel said she’ll help you.”

  “Fuck her, too. I don’t need anyone’s damn help. I’m in control of my life. I know what I’m doing. But trust me, you…” then he turns and looks at me, “… and you, you little slut, will regret this. Watch your backs.”

  My heart is thumping in my chest at Zac’s outburst. The look in his eyes is beyond drunk or high, it’s terrifyingly crazy, reminding me of Jack Nicholson in the Shining.

  I watch as Zac gets in the elevator and the doors close. My hand is clutching my chest, and my eyes are wide with fear. I’ve never been threatened like that before.

  “Georgia? Georgia?” Adam calls, snapping his fingers in front of my face. But it doesn’t register even though I know I can hear him. “Fine, fuck it! I’ll do it myself.” Adam picks up my desk phone and dials.

  “Fernando, Zac is on his way down. Please have him escorted out. He’s not to come back onto the premises. His services have been terminated. Please ensure his pass and activation codes are deactivated.”

  As Adam places the handset down, he tries to gain my attention again. This time it works. “Can you complete everything on the list I gave you earlier? I need to make a few calls and see some people
.”

  All I can do is nod.

  Adam walks back into his office, collects his jacket, and walks straight past me toward the elevator.

  No checking to see if I’m all right when I’m clearly not.

  No see you at home.

  Do I even have a home to go back to?

  He’s that angry I’m wondering if he wants me to leave.

  I calm down, collecting a small lemonade I have in the refrigerator near my desk. My dad used to always say lemonade is good for shock. He’d always give me a glass after I’d fallen over or hurt myself in some way. I’m not sure if it works, or if it’s true, but I’m going to give it another go right now.

  It’s times like this, I wish my dad was still around.

  Still here to give me a warm hug and tell me that everything will be all right.

  I honestly can’t say if it will be this time.

  Adam

  The moment I leave the office, I know I’ve made a terrible mistake in not consoling Georgia. That poor girl copped an earful from me, then Zac lost it as well, and I didn’t say a fucking thing. I didn’t stick up for her, I didn’t even stick around to see if she was all right.

  The problem is I’m too proud to go back now and apologize. I can’t believe I implied she forced me into what we were doing. Of course, she didn’t. I was more than a willing recipient.

  My behavior is that of a dead-set asshole.

  Pure and simple.

  I run my hands through my hair before digging my nails into my scalp and grunting out in frustration. Several passersby sidestep me, not wanting to be injured by the crazy lunatic yelling on the sidewalk.

  Pacing outside of my office building for a few moments, and having no idea where I want to go, I decide to change my course and head back inside the building, then down to the parking garage.

  Maybe a visit to Mom will help my frame of mind.

  As the elevator doors open on lower level one, I walk out, nodding at the parking attendant, Ivan or Igor, he’s new so I’m not sure about his name yet before making my way to my car.

  Before I even get to my black beauty, I can see it. White paint has been splattered all over the hood and trunk, and it’s dripping down the sides. The word whore has been finger-painted across the hood.