by Cindy Wilder
I walked through the door at work right on time and met everyone else in the conference room we had been in just before we left. Mr. Daniels seemed a little less nervous than before. We all walked out to the street just as a limo pulled up. I looked over at Tom.
“Wow,” I said with a smile.
Tom laughed and walked behind me to the limo. We went to a restaurant I had never been to, but I had only been in town for six months. Everyone else seemed excited about it and said the food was amazing. Tom held the door for me to walk in before him.
The waiting area was beautiful with couches and fancy decorations all around. I was surprised a client would pay for all of us to eat there. The hostess began walking us to our table, and I stopped. I felt a chill cross my neck and reached up to brush it off. When I looked around, I didn't see anyone I knew. It was the same feeling I got when I was in the club and that guy with his group of women walked by. What the hell was going on, I wondered? Only one man had ever done that to me before. It was driving me crazy. Why couldn't I get rid of him?
Tom pulled out my chair at the table. I sat down but couldn't get rid of the nervous feeling that was running through my body. All five of us were there. Mr. Daniels walked away. When he came back, he had a smile on his face.
“He'll be right with us,” he said, as he pulled out his chair and sat down.
Less than five minutes later, I looked up to see a man walking toward our table from across the room. He was on his phone and was looking down at another phone in his other hand. He was wearing a dark suit that looked like it was made just for him. His hair was dark and cut just above his collar. It looked very soft. He was tall, and I could tell he had something amazing going on under that jacket. It took all I had not to picture myself pulling that jacket from those sexy shoulders. I couldn't tell how old he was. Wait a minute, I thought. There was something about him. I had seen him before. He was the guy at the club with all the women. He was the one Mr. Daniels was with. They weren't strangers, that was for sure. I just wasn't sure how close they were.
Mr. Daniels stood up to greet the man as he approached. He turned back to us with a smile. The man hung up his phone but was still playing with the phone in his other hand. Something told me he was going to be a huge pain-in-the-ass. I looked down at my hands and thought about the job ahead of us.
“I'd like to introduce all of you to our newest client,” he said. “Every single one of you is expected to do everything he requests to make him happy and satisfied. We will be working directly with him.”
I looked up and our eyes connected. My breath caught and I couldn't help but cough. Tom reached over to pat my back. I pulled my eyes from his and looked back down. No way, I thought. It couldn't be. That's not possible. Stop it, I scolded myself in my mind. You're over him. Knock your shit off. I knew I was wrong. Tom must have noticed my body stiffen. He put his hand on my back and whispered in my direction.
“It'll be fine. Don't let some rich ass intimidate you.”
“This is Mr. Blackwell,” Mr. Daniels said.
I looked up and my eyes connected again with Mr. Sexy. Instantly, I felt the chill on my neck. He was looking right at me, wasn't he?
“Please, call me Jared,” the man said sternly.
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Jared looked away from me and over to Tom before making eye contact with the rest of the team. I felt like I was going to pass out. My hands were sweaty, and I felt like I couldn't breath. It was him, but he looked so different. That guy would have squashed the old Jared like a bug. His face was clean shaven and his jaw was tight. He held himself with such confidence. I was beside myself. What the hell was I going to do, I wondered? I couldn't work with him. There was no way. How did he end up in California? Mr. Daniels said we had to do whatever it took to satisfy Mr. Blackwell. He was big and buff. I could only imagine what was under that dress shirt. His hair looked just as soft, but it wasn't messy. Not at all. It was cut and styled nicely. The man in front of me was unbelievably sexy.
I thought back to seeing him in the club with all of those women and started to feel anger bubbling up inside of me. There was no way. I couldn't do it. If I didn't, it would be a huge blow to my career. He was definitely somebody. It made me regret that I hadn't been following him. I never looked him up after the day he left. There was no reason to. Who would leave without saying goodbye? I never heard from him again. I lost it all. I lost him.
He sat down and looked around the table with a cocky smile on his face. When he looked right past me, I looked down and shook my head. He didn't know who I was. What an asshole, I thought. I took a deep breath in and released it louder than I meant to. He cleared his throat and looked back at me. His eyes were dark and demanding. I felt like he could see straight into every part of me.
“Excuse me,” he said. “Do you have a problem working for me? I'm sure you can be replaced if you have better things to do.”
Fucker, I thought. It took all I had not to push my chair back, stand, walk over, and smack that grin from his face. Who the hell did he think he was? Your job, think of your job, I told myself. I plastered a huge fake smile on my face.
“No, sir,” I said. “I'm sorry about that.”
“Okay then,” he said.
What a dick, I thought.
“I will be directly involved with every single part of this project,” he began. “I'm sure you know who I am. I have several companies that are involved in real estate, entertainment, securities, and of course technologies. You will go through me for everything. I want one point of communication. Everything you need will go through that person to me. I'm sure Mr. Daniels has told you all how important this project is to him.”
He looked right at me again, and I felt like flames were going to shoot out of my eyes at him.
“Tabitha, is it?” he asked with a huff.
“Yes, sir,” I answered.
“You seem most excited about the project. You'll be that point of communication,” he said.
“I'm not sure,” Mr. Daniels interrupted. “She's the newest member of the team. Maybe you should pick someone else.”
I was so happy Mr. Daniels spoke up for me. It wasn't happening.
“Do you not have faith in her ability?” Jared asked.
“Of course I do,” Mr. Daniels began.
“I'll do it,” I snapped out.
“You sure you won't get lost?” Jared asked.
“I'll do it,” Tom said.
I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth.
“No,” Jared said. “She'll do it.”
Tom looked over at me with a half smile and shrugged.
“I will be meeting with you often. I work nights and weekends. We can meet at my office, my home office, or your company. I will let you know. It's very important that you meet my needs.”
What an asshole, I thought? He was so full of himself. What happened to that guy I knew four years before?
“Yes, Mr. Blackwell,” I said.
“Please, call me Jared,” he said.
I looked down at my menu without another word. Tom leaned over and talked about what he was ordering. Conversation seemed to flow nicely between everyone. Mr. Daniels and Jared talked the entire time to one another. Lunch was taking forever. I couldn't get out of there fast enough. Why bring us to lunch and talk about how important it is that we satisfy you but not talk about what we need to do? I still couldn't figure out if he knew who I was or not. It was driving me crazy. It had been four years since I'd seen him. I hadn't even spoken to my parents. If he knew who I was, he would have said something, right? I was a developer because of him. It helped me feel closer to him. How could he not acknowledge it? Maybe he was embarrassed of me. Could that have been it? My mind was going wild. I needed to get out there. It didn't seem like it was going to happen. Finally, Jared stood up.
“I have another meeting to attend. Enjoy your lunch. I'm hoping you'll all be ready to put in the time it will take to finish
this project the way I want it. I'll be in touch tomorrow, Tabitha.”
I didn't say a word. He nodded and turned to walk out of the restaurant. What was I going to do? I couldn't work with him for weeks or possibly months without yelling at him. How could he act like he had never heard the name Tabitha before? It wasn't that common.
My boss reminded me over and over and over again that I was to please Mr. Blackwell. He was lucky I hadn't already knocked his ass out. Was I seriously supposed to fall to the mans feet and make myself available to his every request? Mr. Daniels promised me the biggest raise if I kept my cool the entire time and left Jared pleased with our work.
I knew what I had to do. It was time to be as fake as I could possibly be. I had loans, bills, and an apartment to pay for. I was looking forward to buying a car since I had settled down. It was going to be a Corvette. That was what I was saving for. It would represent a great accomplishment in my life. I told myself I could have one as long as I made it through working with Jared without losing my job. I could deal with him without killing him. That was what I was going to tell myself anyway.
Mr. Daniels let us go home for the day as soon as lunch was over. We were all stuffed, and none of us felt like working. I had a feeling I was going to be extremely busy and decided to enjoy my night with a long bath and a good book. One that was not related in any way to code or development. I ran the hottest water I could handle and slipped down into the water. It felt so good against my skin. I was hoping it would relax me. I leaned back and let my head fall to the edge of the tub. With my eyes closed, I blocked out the rest of the world, but my mind went back to Jay when I was eighteen.
Once we had finally made it out of the pool, I decided to go out for a bit. I needed time to think about what it would be like to have what I had just had with him for two whole weeks. Could I go right back to normal life once he left? I was hoping to be able to do it without having any feelings for him. It scared the shit out of me. After just one meaningless kiss with him, I had been stuck on him for a few years. What would two weeks of the most intimate contact do to me?
I got dressed and threw my hair up into a messy pile on my head. Then I grabbed my keys and headed out the door. I stopped frozen when my eyes landed on that beautiful, black Corvette. I don't know what it was about those cars. There were much flashier ones available, but it didn't matter. They were still my favorite. I walked around it and looked in the window. It was loaded. I was leaning down when I felt strong hands on my hips. He leaned down over my shoulder.
“See something you like?” he asked.
“It's yours?” I asked.
When I looked back at him, he had a smile on his face.
“I thought it was your uncles.”
“You want to go for a ride?” he asked.
“Can I drive?” I asked.
“Let me think about it,” he said.
I shook my head and let out a huff.
“Let me get this straight,” I began. “You have your own apartment that you pay for, and you have this amazing car. You know this is my dream car. I'm sure you've heard me say that just as much as you've heard me say I'm moving to California one day. What are these accomplishments exactly that they were asking you about last night.”
“Get in,” he said. “We're going to get ice cream.”
He drove to the little ice cream place down the street and ran up to get us Sundaes. We sat out on a bench and talked. It was chilly, and the ice cream only made it worse.
“Are you doing something I wouldn't want to know about?” I asked.
He leaned his head to the side and narrowed his eyes.
“I do okay. It's not a big deal really. I came up with something cool, developed it, and sold it,” he said, as he stuck a huge spoonful into his mouth.
I reached over and grabbed the cherry from his sundae and ate it.
“Hey,” he said. “That's the best part.”
“I'm sure it is,” I said with a laugh.
He gave me a stern look.
“Not funny,” he said. “It's not like that.”
“Who did you sell this amazing creation to?” I asked.
“It was a military thing,” he said. “It really was no big deal. I get by on the money I made from it.”
“You did that while going to school?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said. “Come on, it's too damn cold out here.”
He grabbed my sundae container and threw it away. Then he turned and handed me the keys.
“Really?” I asked.
He nodded and got into the passenger seat. I was so excited.
“You know I'm getting one of these one day. I think you got it just to irritate me.”
“How's that?” he asked. “I had no idea you were even going to be home.”
“True,” I said, as I put the car in gear and took off.
We drove around for over an hour. He never said a word about how fast I went. I turned the radio on loud and soaked up the feeling of the amazing car at my fingertips. It was the coolest thing ever. When we pulled into the driveway, nobody was home. I leaned over, grabbed his cheeks, and kissed him hard.
“Thank you so much,” I said. “That was awesome.”
He got out and came around to open my door. Things had changed over the years. He really was a nice guy. I probably would have known that before if I hadn't spent so much time irritating him. As soon as the front door closed, he had me against it.
“Jay,” I whispered.
“They won't be back for hours. My dad sent me a text that they were going to dinner and a movie.”
“Really?” I asked.
“I told him you went out with friends,” he said. “Don't go back to your dads. Spend these two weeks with me.”
I grabbed the back of his head and pulled his mouth to mine. He claimed my mouth so hard my lips hurt instantly. I loved the way his soft hair felt in my hands. When he grabbed the hem of my shirt and lifted it over my head, I looked into his eyes. He dropped to his knees in front of me, undid the button and zipper on my pants, and slowly slid them down my legs. I moved my hands to cover the spot my thin panties were covering, but he quickly took my hands in his.
“Don't,” he said.
“It was different in the pool. You couldn't see me. I'm embarrassed,” I said.
“Never feel like that way around me. I want to see you. I want to see every inch of your beautiful skin, Tabby,” he said. “Don't ever be embarrassed.”
He leaned in and placed tiny kisses up the inside of my thigh. When he got to my panties, my legs shook. I was so nervous but so turned on at the same time. He moved my panties to the side and licked across my wetness. I moaned instantly. His tongue felt so warm and wonderful. He continued licking as he slid my panties down my legs. When his finger circled my clit, I felt my thighs clench and heard him laugh.
“You're so perfect,” he whispered against my skin.
My head was back against the door and my eyes were closed. Jay lifted my leg and put it over his shoulder. I felt his finger enter me and cried out. He soaked up every bit of juice while he fucked me with his finger. I felt like my other leg was going to give out. I moaned and mumbled his name so many times. The pace of his finger, his tongue, and his other hand on my clit sped up. My hand went to his hair and pulled his face closer. I was in the moment and couldn't stop myself. It felt so damn good. When he hooked his finger, I yelled his name and came around it. I felt like I couldn't catch my breath. My orgasm seemed like it was going to last forever. When I finally came down from my emotional high, I noticed him looking up at me. I grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet.
“Fuck me,” I said, as I looked into his eyes and pulled his mouth to mine.
My taste was still on his lips when I kissed him. I reached for the hem of his shirt and ripped it over his head before quickly moving his jeans down his legs. When his rock-hard cock sprang free, I took it in my hand and gasped. He felt long and thick. I stroked his shaft from th
e base to the tip and circled my finger over the drop of cum that had escaped him. He let out a groan into my mouth, and I smiled. With no effort at all, he grabbed my ass in his hands and lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist shocked at his moves. I wasn't big, but I wasn't tiny either. He surprised me. When he lined the tip of his cock up with my entrance, I looked into his eyes and nodded. Slowly, he slid me over him inch by inch as I stretched to take him in. I cried out when he reached deep inside me and wrapped my arms around his neck.
My back moved up and down the door as he fucked me. He filled me completely. I used my hands on his shoulders to lift off and move back over him. My head went back against the door.
“Fuck, Jay,” I whimpered. “It feels so good. So damn good.”
“You have no idea how sexy you look against that door. I love being inside of you, Tabby,” he said.
I lifted off of him and let my body slam back down. He let out a roar that vibrated through me. His body kept me against the door while he held firm on my hips and thrust up into me so hard I gasped. When he plunged into me again, I gripped tight on his back and felt my fingers digging into his skin. He growled from deep in his chest, as he continued to fuck me hard and deep.
“Harder,” I begged. “Don't hold back, Jay. I want it all. Fuck me harder.”
His mouth came down on mine so hard my head smacked into the door. Our tongues fought for control. He grabbed my bottom lip between his teeth and pulled as he released it. My legs clenched tighter around him, and I cried out his name.
“So damn good, Jay,” I said. “I'm coming.”
He held my hips hard and fucked me even deeper. When he slammed into me again, I screamed his name and cried out something that made no sense at all. I felt his body still just as I felt my pussy grip his cock. I could feel him twitch inside of me as he filled me. His head came down on my shoulder. We stayed still. I could feel his heartbeat begin to slow against my chest. His sweat was mixing with mine. He slowly let my legs move down until my feet were on the floor.