The Chauffeur

Closing my eyes, I feel every single inch of her wrapped around me. Her legs lock behind my back, and her arms hold me tight while her fingers grasp and tug my wet hair. I feel her breasts pushed against my chest and the heat of her breath against my shoulder as she pants with each thrust. But most of all, I feel her warmth caress my cock as I explode and empty myself deep inside her and with three more thrusts, she throws her head back, pulsing around me, tightening and milking me unlike I’ve ever felt before.

  “April … fuck … shit!” I continue to rock into her and experience one fucking intense orgasm.

  “Oh god,” she whimpers as she rides it out, moving along the length of me.

  We do nothing more than hang onto each other after that, our breathing heavy and labored.

  “God, I hope you’re on the pill because that was completely irresponsible of both of us,” I say, chuckling when reality hits us hard.

  “I’m on the shot, but what about the other?” she asks. “I can honestly say I’m clean.”

  “I swear, I’ve never done this without protection. You’re the only one. I have my test card right over there in my wallet. I’ll show it to you.”

  “I believe you,” she whispers, laying her head on my shoulder. Still exhausted from the exertion, I hold her close to me, cradling her in my arms.

  “Thank you, April. That was all that I hoped it would be.”

  “It was—but you know it can’t happen again, don’t you?” I stare into her eyes for God knows how long.

  “How did I know you were going say that?”

  Chapter 9

  ~April~

  “Jason, you know it can’t. If your mother found out about this, she’d boot me out of here in a nanosecond. I don’t want to leave, don’t you understand?” I ask sternly, ignoring the urge to touch him.

  Getting out of the pool, I gather my clothes and head for my apartment. “I need a shower.”

  With a bowed head, he sits with his feet dangling in the water. I fight the urge to look back at him because if I do, I won’t be able to stop myself from going to him.

  It’s for the best, right?

  After sealing myself inside my personal Fort Knox, I throw myself onto my bed and cover my face. Oh, God! I just had sex with my bosses’ son in their family swimming pool! That has tramp written all over it.

  “I’m such an idiot!” I yell to myself.

  Flinging my arms out to my side, I stare at the ceiling, still feeling the light throbbing between my legs where Jason had been just a short time ago. I close my eyes to the memory of him entering me for the first time, sighing at the memory of how wonderful it felt. I don’t know what possessed me to do what I did, but Lord, I wanted him.

  This is totally irresponsible.

  I groan as my arms cover my face again, hiding my shame and my guilt.

  This won’t happen again.

  Why are you fighting this? Why not allow yourself to feel for once in your life?

  Relentless with my inner dialogue, I try to shut my brain down. “Enough!”

  Jumping out of bed, I take a long, hot shower. One last inhale of his scent on my arms, and then I scrub him away. I put on a tank and sleep shorts, slip under the covers and fall asleep to the memory of how it felt to be that close to him.

  ~.~

  Feeling somewhat better the following morning, I dress for my run, grab a bottle of water and head out. I still need to prepare my lesson for tomorrow and mentally scold myself. I should have done it last night after dropping off Mr. and Mrs. Rowe.

  “You’re better than this, April,” I say, reprimanding myself. I need to cut myself some slack though. I just moved, and I’m learning a new job. My brief dalliance with the boss’s son didn’t cut into my time or anything.

  I have too many responsibilities to allow myself to throw it all away. That said, after giving it more thought, I’ve decide to pass on going out with Kyle and Emily. I’m staying home to prepare for my class tomorrow.

  While running my regular route this morning, my mind drifts back to Jason. The way he looked at me with such intensity. And his touch—oh, lord, his touch. He’s undoubtedly the sexiest man I have ever met.

  “Jesus, April!” I snarl to myself.

  Shaking those notions out of my mind, I return my thoughts back to my classes. I mentally count how many adults and how many children I have now. Since I have more and more show up every week, I need to plan accordingly. I also need to review the complex grant application I’m trying to finish. These applications are terribly complicated and lengthy, and each one seems to get harder than the last. They require so much information, and that takes time, but I do all right and get what I need in the end. I hope the new money will buy two, desperately needed, computers for the center. The donated desktops we currently use are on their last legs and will soon crash, I fear. There’s only so much that my IT volunteer can do. I add the need for more tables and chairs to my list, as well. The size of my classes has grown substantially, and I’m running out of seats.

  Shit! I forgot the foundation banquet next weekend. I need a dress!

  Note to self: call Emily.

  I add calling my parents to my list of things to do.

  I cut my run short by a few miles, needing some of this time to get a few things done. No sooner than I head home and what do I see just as I crest the hill? Him, running toward me from the opposite direction. We reach the driveway at the same time and stop. I bend over to catch my breath and chuckle because he’s done the same. In unison, we grab our waters and drink them until they’re empty. Our eyes never leave each other.

  God, he looks good—even dripping with sweat.

  I know what he’s thinking, and I know what he wants. I shake my head in response.

  “Jason, it can’t happen again. You know that. We crossed the line already. I like it here!”

  “It’s too late, April. You’re in here,” he says, lifting his finger to his temple. “And here.” My eyes are drawn to the hand tapping his chest.

  He slowly stalks me, and just as I’m about to turn and run, he wraps those fingers around the back of my neck, pulling me to him. His eyes close even before his lips touch mine. He doesn’t assault my mouth like he did last night. Those kisses were carnal and primal. This is soft and sweet—full of promise.

  “I won’t give up, April. Don’t fight me,” he says, ghosting his lips over mine. “Come on,” he whispers against my mouth, leaving me breathless. “I need to get to the office. Can you be ready to go in an hour?” Like a dazed, mute, idiot, I nod. “I’ll need you to hang around today so that you can drive me to the new plant in Romeoville.”

  I can’t help it. A burst of laughter sneaks out.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “Romeoville?” I ask, surprised a place with that name actually exists.

  “Yeah. Look it up. It’s ironic, isn’t it? Considering.”

  My laughter cuts off abruptly.

  “Considering what?” I ask, surprised by that comment.

  “Your little pet name for me,” he answers, before he jogs away, looking at me over his shoulder.

  Wait. How did he know that?

  “You can’t trust Emily, April. You can trust Kyle even less,” he shouts out through his sexy grin. “Come on, I’ll race you to the house.”

  I’m going to kill Emily.

  After a quick shower, I try to find something different to wear today, so I opt for a pair of khaki colored slacks and a crisp white blouse, accenting it with a camel colored braided leather belt and matching mules. I wear my hair in a messy up-do. With a touch of pink lip gloss, I’m ready to go. Looking at my watch, I hurry and pack my laptop and notepads in my tote, then toss in my calculator, so that I can work on the grant application. At noon, I must pick up Grace and Carl and take them to the office, but I’ll have a little time to work on the grant between Jason’s meetings.

  Just as I’m driving the Maybach around to the front of the house, Jason walks out the door. I can�
��t help but ogle him in a navy blue suit, white shirt, and print tie. But what sets it off is his two-day scruff and that sexy, thick hair.

  “Mr. Rowe,” I say, opening the door for him. “You’re looking dapper today. Good choice.”

  “Thank you, Ms. Sanders,” he replies with a naughty grin as he slips into the back seat.

  We drive to the office in relative silence except for a few flirty looks in the mirror thrown in. He conducts his usual business by catching up on email and phone calls, and I can’t help but overhear him. He is so self-assured and commanding, knowing what he wants in all aspects of his business. It’s clear he won’t settle for anything less than what he wants.

  “Good morning, Sue,” he says, answering his phone. After a short pause, I jump when he shouts into the phone.

  “What do you mean it’s gone missing? How can that happen? There is no possible way a shipment of that size can disappear. It has to be an error on the manifest.” He has destroyed his hair. “I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

  “April, how does a shipping company lose an entire fuselage?”

  “Well, I’d have to ask you if it was a complete fuselage or if it was it in pieces.” He looks at me like I’m insane, and I smile at him in a smart-ass kind of way. Like I’d know anything about shipping an airplane.

  “It doesn’t matter. I mean, it’s delivered on the back of an eighteen-wheeler for Christ’s sake.”

  “Well, if there’s anything I can do, let me know. I’m very resourceful at research.”

  “Thanks,” he says, concentrating on his computer screen.

  I drop him at the front of the building and watch him run inside. I park and head to my pseudo-office, and as soon as I set up my computer, I make my way to see Robin and Roger to get Mr. and Mrs. Rowe’s itineraries for next week. Jason’s schedule is going to be hectic, and I need to plan accordingly.

  “Good morning, Robin. May I have a copy of Mrs. Rowe’s agenda for next week, please?” I ask, only to receive a scowl that wipes the smile off my face.

  “I’ll get it to you later,” she replies in a sassy tone. She dismisses me by picking up her phone, pretending to make a phone call.

  Typically, I wouldn’t care, but to coordinate three busy schedules is not an easy task and her attitude rubs me the wrong way.

  “You do that. And when Mrs. Rowe wants to go over her schedule this morning, I’ll tell her I don’t have it and that you said you would get it to me later. Have a nice day.”

  Slightly miffed, I walk across the hall to Roger’s desk and ask for Mr. Rowe’s itinerary as well.

  “Good morning, April. Yes, I’ve printed it off for you. It’s right here.” He cheerfully hands me the printout. After thanking him, I look back over my shoulder at Robin and return to my office.

  By the time I get to the end of the hall, Sue is back at her desk looking through a file.

  “Good morning, Sue,” I say in passing.

  “Good morning, April,” she says cheerfully while concentrating on what she’s doing, then looks up. “Hey, I was just about to go to the dining room to get Jason his coffee, would you care to tag along? They make a mocha latte that’s worthy of Starbucks. Let’s go get one.”

  “Mmm, that sounds really good. Let me put Mr. Rowe’s schedule in my office,” I say rolling my eyes at myself at the use of ‘my office.’ “I’ll be right back.”

  Just as we’re walking toward the elevator, Robin comes down the hall shaking her hips, calling my name and waving a piece of paper in the air.

  “April, here’s the schedule. Next time, give me some warning that you need this, and you will have it without threatening to tattle to my boss.”

  “I didn’t threaten you, Robin. I stated a fact. I didn’t think I needed to give you a formal request.” I take the paper from her and take one step closer. “Would you please email me Mrs. Rowe’s schedule on Friday mornings before ten o’clock for the following week? Is that good enough?”

  “Listen to me you little—”

  “Robin!” Startled, we all spin around and see Jason standing outside his office. I feel the heat rise in my cheeks, embarrassed that he overheard my snarky comment.

  “In my office. Now!” She gives me a grin like she just won the prize.

  “You ready for that coffee?” I say to Sue before the elevator door opens.

  ~.~

  “Good afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Rowe.” He won’t allow me to take his luggage and places it in the trunk himself.

  “Thank you, sir.”

  “See, I told you, Carl. I had a devil of a time getting her to call me Grace. It’s a slow process, but I believe she’s calling Jason by his name now, too.”

  “It’s a hard habit to break, Ms. Grace. Since I’ve only just met Mr. Rowe, it’s more difficult. I’ll get there. Have patience with me, sir.”

  “Take your time, April. I’m not as anal about it as they are. I’m used to it.” Strapping his seat belt in place, he gets comfortable.

  “So, I hear my son is infatuated with you,” he remarks without warning.

  My foot accidentally slips off the brake pedal onto the gas. I quickly hit the brake, and when the back of my head strikes the headrest, I stare at him in the mirror with bugged-out eyes.

  “Who … where did … who told you that?”

  “Why, my wife of course, and are you sure you can drive this car, April?” He glances at Grace for confirmation. She merely smiles and nods.

  I regroup and control my anxiety, gently pulling out onto the street.

  “Ma’am,” I say calmly, “I in no way want to jeopardize my position with your family. I like it here and—”

  “April, dear, I could not possibly think of firing you because my son is smitten with you.”

  Did she just say what I think she said?

  “Um, ma’am, I’m not exactly sure what is going on with your son, but—”

  “April, it’s been obvious since the day you accepted my offer.”

  Riding the rest of the distance in silence, I watch Grace, and Mr. Rowe make goo-goo eyes at each other. It’s amazing how much in love they are, and I vow I will have that one day. I will wait forever if I have to.

  “Here we are.” I can’t get out of the car quick enough and open the door for Mrs. Rowe. Mr. Rowe opens his door himself. “Sir, do you wish to leave your luggage in the trunk until you arrive home?”

  “Yes, April. Thank you.” He waits for his wife to come around the car, and they walk in together arm-in-arm.

  Sliding behind the wheel, I drive into the parking garage, then take the ride to the twenty-fifth floor. Glancing at my watch, I note that I have about an hour before Jason needs to leave to be at the plant in Romeoville. I’m still laughing at the irony when the doors open, and I find Jason standing at Sue’s desk, talking to his father. He rolls his eyes at me.

  “Romeoville?” Jason guesses and I laugh harder.

  Clearing my throat, I focus on my task at hand. The first thing I need to do is to get my lessons outlined for tomorrow. I shut my office door because whatever they’re talking about is none of my business.

  Trying to organize my schedule, I decide to take the easy route and pull up a lesson plan from last year, customizing it to my syllabus for the current semester and voila, all done. I’m now ahead of schedule and can take a deep sigh of relief.

  Now, on to the very complex grant application.

  After researching, filling in the blanks and researching some more, I hear a faint knock and Grace peeks around the door.

  “Am I disturbing you?”

  “No, of course not. I’m just trying to get some work done before I have to take Jason to the plant.” I look at my watch. I’d better pack up because I only have another ten minutes before we need to leave.

  “May I sit? I’d like to talk to you.” My heart sinks into the bowels of my stomach.

  Oh, Lord. She found out about the pool.

  “Sure, have a seat.”

  “April
, I just had a talk with Jason.” Oh, God, here it comes. “He said you had a little trouble with Robin this morning. Would you tell me in your words what happened?”

  If I could say “Whew!” out loud and wipe the sweat from my brow, I would.

  “Well, when I asked Robin for a copy of your schedule, she was—indisposed. She did eventually print a copy for me, however.”

  “Is there more?”

  “No,” I answer, after hesitating.

  “April, Jason said that he witnessed her being rude and disrespectful to you. Is that right?”

  Shit, I hate this crap. I don’t like getting people in trouble.

  “Yes, ma’am. She said that she required some warning next time I wanted the schedule. I’m sorry, Grace, but I was rude to her in return. I told her that I wanted her to email me your schedule on Fridays by ten o’clock in the morning.”

  “That isn’t being rude, April, that’s just you trying to do your job. Jason also said that she sexually harasses him and that she came on to him in front of you.”

  “Ma’am, that’s between the three of you. I don’t want to be involved in any of that.” I log off my computer and pack up my table.

  “But you are involved, dear. You know my son has feelings for you, don’t you?”

  I look at her and nod.

  “April, it’s been a very long time since my son has loved anyone.”

  “Whoa!” I jump back, holding my hands up in surrender. “Grace, Jason does not love me. He’s infatuated, that’s all.”

  “Perhaps, but what I’m saying is that he doesn’t love easily, and if he tells me he has feelings for you, I have to listen.”

  “I just don’t know how this can work. I can’t be involved with my employer.”

  “He’s not your employer, April, I am. He cannot fire you, only Carl and I can. So, I want you to know you don’t have to worry about us when it comes to you and Jason—unless it interferes with your job, of course. And I suspect you will take care of things before I need to step in.” She stands and reaches for the doorknob. “You wouldn’t want a job as my assistant, would you?”

  I look into her twinkling eyes. I’m being teased. “And give up that awesome apartment? No way.” She giggles and walks out, leaving the door open behind her.