“Then what do you say we forget lunch and when you get off work, you meet me right here. Right back here, in my office. Five o’clock. Don’t be late.” He gave her a wink and she nodded to him.
“Sure thing. I’ll see you at five.” He extended the flash drive back to her with a smile and as she walked out of his office, watched her ample backside sway as she walked from the office as if her hips were moving to music that only she could hear.
Dean had all day to come up with something spectacular to sweep her off her feet and he knew just how to do it. Picking up the phone, he called the airport and had them fill his personal jet and he scheduled a flight.
When Dean opened his office door at five o’clock, he saw Jennifer sitting in the same chair she occupied earlier in the day. She looked up when she heard the door open and said hello as she put away her phone.
“I made plans for us, I hope you don’t mind.” Dean extended his arm in a motion that said, “After you” and followed her from the office, telling his assistant goodbye on the way out the door. Jennifer and Dean walked in silence to the elevator and once inside, she looked to him and said,
“I hope you didn’t make plans anywhere nice. I’m still dressed for work and look horrible.” Dean smiled to her and said,
“I think you look wonderful, but yes, I did make plans somewhere rather nice but I have everything worked out already. Don’t worry. This night is one for you to remember.” The door to the elevator opened and they made their way out the front door where Dean had a limousine waiting for them. “May I have your car keys?” She looked puzzled and hesitant and said,
“My keys? What do you want with my keys?” Dean only smiled and said,
“Just hand them over.” The chuckle in his voice was playful and warm and Jennifer reached into her purse and plucked her keys out then handed them to Dean, who handed them to his driver, Vince.
“Make sure her car makes its way home safely.” Dean motioned for Jennifer to enter the limo as Vince said, “Very well, Mr. Winthrop.”
Dean and Jennifer chatted about nothing in particular on the way to the airport, though their destination was kept secret until the airport came into view.
“What on earth are we doing at the airport?” She looked out the window then to Dean with a look of confusion and wide eyes.
“Getting on a plane.” He tried not to smile but he was really enjoying the childlike enthusiasm and animated facial expressions that she was giving off and he couldn’t help but be amused by her.
“Getting on a plane? A plane? Dean Winthrop, what are you up to?” She gave him a sly smirk and a light slap on the leg and looked out the window again. “Where are you taking me?”
Dean just gazed at her and relished the sight of her smile. He rather enjoyed staring at her face, her soft features begging for his touch. He wanted so much to trace the outline of her face with his fingertips and feel the smooth skin instead of wondering of its texture.
“I know this great little bistro. I thought you may want to check it out.” The car came to a halt and within moments, Vince was opening the door to allow them evacuation of the vehicle. Dean took Jennifer by the hand and led her to the red carpet that had been laid out for them and followed her onto the plane. A pretty woman named Iris brought two glasses and a bottle of champagne, then said,
“We should be leaving momentarily, Mr. Winthrop. Arrival in Florence is expected in ten hours.” Jennifer nearly choked on the small sip of champagne in her mouth.
“Florence? ITALY!?” Dean almost choked on his own drink in response to the severity of her reaction.
“Yes. Florence, Italy.”
The two of them talked for a while and Jennifer even dozed off for a bit and when she roused, they were preparing for descent and landing. Another car awaited them at the airport and when they landed, they were immediately whisked away to Via Tornabuoni, an elite shopping area, where they purchased new clothing for dinner, complete with shoes and jewelry. Jennifer examined her reflection which was adorned with an emerald green, off-the-shoulder dress and emerald necklace and earrings. Her hair was fixed so that it laid over her left shoulder, leaving her right bare. Dean, who stood quietly behind her, watched as she checked herself at every angle imaginable and smiled to himself, thinking of how beautiful she looked. Her voluptuous body curved in all the right places and the dress accentuated her ample breasts, pushing them up to form remarkable cleavage. His gaze fell from her bosom to her waist, which dipped in to provide an hourglass figure and immediately expanded to form her well-rounded hips, which he wanted to grab and pull her to him. The slit in the dress revealed her left leg and Dean noticed that even though they were plump, her legs held very nice muscle tone.
“You ready?” Jennifer turned around to find Dean leaned against the open door frame, just out of sight of the mirror.
“Dean!” She gasped. “This is beautiful.” She gave herself one last look and placed her hand in the crook of his elbow and was escorted to the car and then to dinner.
At the restaurant, the two laughed and talked like dear old friends, reminiscing the days in high school when she sang in the glee club and he was the president of the electronics club. The two were in the same grade and Michael had been a year above, but Jennifer’s family was nowhere near the social standing of the boys’ family. Though she had not been exceedingly wealthy, she came from a family that could afford to send her to the luxuriant private school. Dean had liked Jennifer back then but when Michael had brought her home one day to “study”, Dean decided it was better that he not pursue his interests. Michael had an unspoken Alpha Male status between the two of them and once Michael laid claim to something…it was Michael’s.
A time or two during the conversation, Jennifer would place her hand on his to make a point when talking and Dean would stop listening completely and focus on nothing but her touch on his skin.
“I can’t believe you flew me to Italy for dinner. Thank god that it’s Friday because I would be absolutely worthless at work tomorrow.” She took a sip of wine and looked to Dean, who had an expression on his face that she couldn’t quite place.
“Here, in Italy, it already IS tomorrow.” He took a sip of his own wine and grinned at her and she couldn’t help but notice how his smile seemed to brighten up his whole face. Dean was handsome, but her heart belonged to Michael in some way. She couldn’t see herself being more than friends with Dean because she thought in her heart that one day she and Michael would be together and she didn’t want to jeopardize that. She must admit, though, that Michael had never done anything this extravagant for her.
They took a few hours to see the sights that Florence had to offer and Dean commanded the driver to take them back to the airport. Jennifer turned to him and said,
“Thank you for everything, Dean. This is completely amazing and I won’t ever forget tonight, that’s a promise. You’re such a good friend.”
There it was. The dreaded F word that Dean had heard all his life. Friend. He didn’t want to be anybody’s damn friend. He was looking for more than that but he wasn’t going to rush. She would see in time that he was worth more than friendship.
“You’re quite welcome, Jen. Thanks for accompanying me tonight, not that I gave you much choice. I thought you could use a break. I know I needed it.” He just smiled and leaned back in the limo.
“Have you heard from Michael lately?” Jennifer asked the question and Dean immediately felt his heart go from hopeful to pathetic in 0.2 seconds flat. He only answered that he had not and they rode the rest of the way in silence while Jennifer looked out the window into the Florence streets.
After spending her entire Sunday asleep, Jennifer returned to work on Monday feeling slightly jet-lagged but looking absolutely fabulous in her new earrings, accented by an upswept hairstyle. When asked about them by a marketing exec named Francis, she told her all about her trip to Italy with Dean Winthrop and by lunch it was all around the office that Dean and Jennifer were �
��damn near engaged”. This caught the ear of Michael Dunham as soon as he hit the elevator on the way down to his car for lunch.
“Did you hear? Jennifer from marketing went to Italy this weekend with Dean Winthrop and he did the whole ‘Pretty Woman’ thing with her and she’s apparently a total whore. I’m sure she gets that VP slot now.” The mousy woman with wire framed glasses who Michael had no idea of her name was telling a balding gentleman with a bowtie and Buddy Holly glasses all about his stepbrother’s secret rendezvous. He cleared his throat, which caused the woman to turn to him and her face made an expression that reminded Michael of a cat being sprayed by water. Her cartoonlike eyes and O shaped mouth were quite comical and Michael had to stifle a laugh. The door couldn’t open fast enough and the woman stepped off on the next floor as two other women piled in, but he was sure this wasn’t her original stop. Reaching into his pocket, he retrieved his cell phone and looked through his missed calls. He didn’t have Jennifer’s name saved to his contacts so he had to search the calls that he didn’t take when he was out with a blonde named Shanna. There it was, right between “Dean-o” and “Waitress from O’Dehr’s” and he didn’t give it a second thought that the waitress received a slot in his memory but the woman he was about to call for an afternoon quickie had no such status.
“Hey, you. Cancel whatever plans you have for lunch and meet me in my car. Downstairs. I’ll be waiting.” He didn’t even wait for a reply. He knew she would probably beat him down to the limousine. He had reeled her in the last time he saw her. He knew that all he had to do was go down on her and make her come that one good time and he could have her whenever he wanted her. Now that he had her, he didn’t have to try to work as hard and he knew it but what he didn’t know is what she had been doing with his stepbrother. He knew if Dean were seeing someone seriously he would be the first to know. Dean doesn’t have time for a love life, he’s said it a thousand times, but office gossip often has seeds of truth under the vines of misinterpretation and all out lies.
In the time it took him to read and reply to two texts from two different women, “Nancy from Sachs” and “Brunette at Barneys”, Lewis had opened his door to allow Jennifer into the back seat with Michael. He handed her a glass of champagne, smiled and said,
“Hi.” She felt her heart melt as his smile seemed to pierce her very soul and take root there. She felt her face beam as she replied,
“Hi. Thanks for inviting me.” She leaned back and took a sip of the amber bubbly and Michael sat beside her and placed his arm around her.
“Don’t mention it.” He leaned in and kissed her neck as she tried to take another sip of champagne, causing her to spill it on her silk blouse.
“Oh, damn it. This is brand new.” She dabbed at the quickly forming stain with her hands and asked, “Do you have a towel or something?” Michael rolled his eyes and opened a secret compartment in the lining of the interior and reached in to grab a nicely folded linen napkin which he tossed in her lap. She picked it up and wiped at her shirt, trying to salvage the delicate fabric. Michael poured himself a glass of champagne and inquired,
“So, what happened this weekend?” He took a sip and raised his eyebrows as he plucked the bottle back into the chiller.
“Oh, I had so much fun. Dean took me to Italy! Can you believe that? Well, I guess you do that kind of stuff all the time but it was new for me. I really enjoyed myself.” She sipped her champagne and placed her hand on his knee. “But enough about that, how was your weekend? Did your meeting go well?” Michael had to think because the only thing he met this weekend was a set of twins in Alberta. Oh, the Canada buy-out. He hadn’t given that a second thought since the dotted line was signed and he went back to the resort and happened to come across a pair of Swedish twins who persuaded him to stay a couple extra nights.
“Oh, boring as usual. You know, business stuff.” The car pulled in front of the restaurant and they got out but when she looked to his arm to escort her inside, there was none there to be offered. He walked a few steps ahead of her and straight to the hostess before he turned to look at her.
“My usual table.” The hostess nodded and said,
“Yes, of course. Right this way, Mr. Dunham” and they were led to the back of the restaurant to a table that had an excellent view of the gardens outside.
He picked up his menu and glanced at it then tossed it down saying,
“I know what I’m having. Get whatever you want. I know you’re hungry.” That last remark kind of slapped Jennifer in the face but she knew that it wasn’t a remark about her weight but he was just stating that she hadn’t eaten and she was, in fact, hungry. She shook it off and told him that she would have the Caesar salad.
“Why don’t you tell the waitress when she comes back, hmm?” and gave a quick smile and nod. The rest of the meal was filled with him checking his phone and deflecting her conversational starter pieces, so she spent half an hour pushing lettuce around her plate and watching him send text messages. Her phone went off once and she checked it, revealing a picture of herself in front of the mirror in Italy, her face reflected by all three mirrors and her hair falling in soft waves with a look of pure joy on her face. The message attached to it simply read: Thinking of you. She put away her phone and took a small bite as Michael called for the check, which he signed for immediately and motioned for her to leave.
She followed him to the car and once they got inside, he leaned over and kissed her powerfully on the mouth. She put her hand in his hair and pulled him closer to her as she leaned back and pulled him on top of her. He ran his hands up her legs, hiking her skirt and pulling it to her waist while kissing her deeply and full of intent. She felt his manhood growing in his slacks pressed against her moistening panties. Michael stuck his fingers in the waist of her panties and she raised her hips to allow him ease of sliding them down then he discarded them on the floor. He undid his slacks and partially removed them then placed himself back between her open legs. He placed himself inside of her as she thrust her hips to greet him, her moistness allowing him to slide deeply into her. Michael put his hands on her shoulders and raised himself up while holding her down and began to rapidly thrust his hips, getting harder and rougher with each thrust. He took his left hand and placed it on her hip to control her movements and said,
“Shh. Don’t move. Stay just like that” and she did as she asked. She gritted her teeth through the uncomfortable position and roughness of his thrusts but she was happy to be here with Michael. She told herself that next time he wouldn’t be so rushed and that he was just trying to have some time with her before they went back to work.
She began slowly rocking her hips in response to his driving cock banging away on her insides like a rowdy teenage boy and he held her hips still with a more firm grip.
“I’m almost there.” She couldn’t believe that this was happening. This was by far the worst sexual experience of her life. His breathing quickened and Jennifer looked at him with a look that would have told him “You have got to be kidding me”, if only he had taken the time to look at her face. He closed his eyes and grunted a bit as he pushed himself deep within her as he felt himself begin to come and he remained there until she could feel his dick stop pulsating. She only looked at him as he removed himself from her and reached over and grabbed the towel from earlier and tossed it to her then grabbed a clean one for himself. She felt the car slow and looked out the window to see that they had already arrived back at the offices of Dunham-Winthrop. She wiped herself and looked for a place to put the towel but Michael said,
“Just take that with you when you go.” He zipped his fly and handed her his towel as well. “Be a doll and get rid of this one too. Thanks.”
Jennifer checked her makeup in the compact that she kept in her purse and wiped her lip to alleviate a lipstick smear. She reached for the door and asked,
“Aren’t you coming?” To which his reply was to pick up his cell phone and shake his head while mumbling, “Nuh-u
h”. Jennifer exited the limousine and slammed the door behind her, feeling like such a fool. Michael Dunham hadn’t changed one iota since school. He was still the same asshole he was back then and she felt so stupid to allow him back into her life, even if it was just for brief sexual relations. Tossing the two napkins in the trash bin in front of the office, she walked to the elevator with what shred of dignity she had left and pressed the button repeatedly as she whispered, “Fuck” over and over to herself.
For two weeks, Jennifer wondered if her phone would ring or if her text message notification would alert her of a message from Michael. She wondered if he thought of her but was too busy to let her know and she wondered just how stupid she had to be to sit and mope over him. She was about to turn in for the night when her phone rang. She saw that it was Dean so she picked it up to find that he was returning from Thailand in the morning and wanted to know if she had plans.
“I can’t go carting off around the world again, Dean. I have my sister’s wedding this weekend. As a matter of fact…” she allowed herself to trail off mid-sentence, hoping he would pick up where she left off, which he did.
“You need a date?” She could almost see his cute, boyish smile over the phone as she said,
“As a matter of fact, I do. I thought I had one lined up but that sort of fell through.” Just then she heard a voice on the other end of the phone ask who he was talking to. Dean replied,
“It’s Jennifer. What do you want?” Jennifer could hear the other voice laugh and she recognized it as Michael and her heart skipped a beat, thinking that now he would have the time to talk to her and she could ask him about the wedding.
“You mean Fat Chick? Why in the hell are you talking to Fat Chick?” Jennifer’s heart sank yet at the same time she felt her blood pressure rise. What a dick. She may be the fat chick but at least she wasn’t a lousy lay. She had to stop deluding herself and finally let go of her crush on the high school quarterback and get on with her life. The last time she and Michael were together it was as if he didn’t even know she was there, he just needed a place to put his dick for the day.
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