by Amy Brent
“I see last night was wild,” she says with a delight in her voice. She’s probably happy to see me suffer and I don’t blame her. I deserve it for sure.
“You know your dad.”
She sets a cold bottle of water on the desk. I reach for and drink it all in one gulp, crushing the plastic.
“Thanks,” I gasp.
“You’re welcome,” she whispers. “Do you want me to go through today’s meeting with you?”
“Uh, sure - I know the McCormick case will be happening at 11.”
“Yeah, and the-”
“You know what, let’s push back all the others?”
“Are you sure?” she asks.
Jasmina stares at me, and then nods. I guess just one hard look at my sick, hungover face told her enough.
“Will you tell Stacy that she will be leading this meeting? She told me she wanted to since she was working so closely on the case. I think it would be best.”
“Alright,” Jasmina tilts her head as she writes that down. She then heads out of the office. I tilt my head back down toward the desk and sigh. At least this whole sex phase seems to be calmed down a bit. That’s good news.
I do nothing until the meeting happens. My brain seems to be malfunctioning.
The clients arrive and I finally make my way out of my office. My workers stare at me, some can guess what’s going on, but most assume I am just exhausted from work. I ignore the stares and stand in the back of the conference room. Mr. Mccormick and his associates come into the room and shake hands, but I stay in the back of the room close to the exit, right next to Jasmina. She glances over at me.
Staci puts up the power point and begins presenting to them. She does a good job overall, but I intervene a few times to redirect the conversation. Jasmina watches me carefully. I try my best not to look at her, but I can feel the presence of her body close to mine. My mind returns to the other night in her apartment. Her soft breasts, how sweet and tight her pussy was, entirely for me. My weight shifts as I try to keep myself from throwing up. Can this meeting go on any longer?
Finally, it ends. Everyone leaves the room and goes back to work. Jasmina and I stand in the conference alone. I start to head to the exit.
“Are you gonna be okay?” she asks.
I spin around.
“Oh yeah. Believe it or not I have had far worse hangovers than this.”
“Oh no. I believe it,” she smiles.
“Are you going to be okay?”
She stares at me.
“What do you mean?”
“About us?”
She frowns.
“I think you should ask yourself that.”
She walks out of the office. I bite my lip and follow after her.
“Could you let everyone know that they can go home early today if they would like?”
“Of course,” she says, flatly.
“Thanks, Jasmina.”
“You’re welcome.”
“I’m going home. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Bye, Ryan.”
I head out of the office. I really need a Gatorade and to lie in bed. I punch the ground floor of the elevator and head back home. Jesus. Why was it so awkward around us now? Well, really I know the answer to that question. We almost hooked up. I wipe my hand over my face. Is that why I got so drunk last night? And what did she mean with that last line - I needed to ask myself that. Women are so cryptic sometimes. No wonder I am still single and alone.
The next few the days, I guess you could say go normally. I recovered quickly from the hangover and came into work. I focused on my clients and came to work with a new vigor, no distractions or relationship issues. I was a man who was focused on his career over everything else and this is where I succeeded. Well at least that's what I would like to tell myself. Except without a hangover clouding my head and judgment, all my thoughts grip onto Jasmina. It’s like I can’t get her out of my head no matter how hard I try. I stare at her, watching every movement.
It’s obvious she has grown distant with me. Avoiding me completely, unless we need to discuss work. I know that it's fair, but that only drives me crazier. I want to feel her again, I want her to pay attention to me. I can barely stand it. It's like she drugged me or something and I want to feel her all over again, the way her body shakes and trembles when I touch her. I want it more and more.
I start seeking her out in the office, trying to get her attention, but she keeps it very professional. I know that there is no way she just turned herself off.
Even at night, when I close my eyes to go to sleep, she comes to me in my dreams. Constantly I fantasize about fucking her, like I did with other girls in high school, but my brain is just narrowed in on her like a target.
I stand in the doorway of the office staring at her. She looks up at me for a split second and then slowly turns her chair away, so I just see the back of her head. Is she serious right now?
It's the end of the day and workweek. What a week it has been. Kevin trolls over to the desk and leans over in that special flirting way he always does. Jasmina looks up and gives him that big smile she used to give me. God, this is worse than working with an ex.
“Hey,” Kevin says.
“Hey, Kev,” she greets him by biting her bottom lip in a flirtatious manner. As she already completely moved in. I guess it would make sense. She is young and has needs. Were her and Kevin hooking up? Is he her first? The idea makes my stomach sick.
“So glad it's finally the weekend.”
“I know right. God, this week has been rough.”
“You want to grab some drinks?”
“Sure,” she purrs.
It's like I lose all control of my own thoughts and body.
“Jasmina!” I hear myself shout.
“What does this guy want now?” Kevin rolls his eyes and whispers under his breath. He thinks I can’t hear him, but I did.
“This guy needs to talk to you, about our meeting on Monday,” I say, covering up the urgency in my voice. “If you are all heading out for drink I don’t want her to forget to come speak with me.”
Jasmina raises her eyebrows and then turns back to Kevin.
“I’ll meet you there okay? Just text me the address.”
“Sounds good. Bye Ryan.” Kevin waves and then walks to the elevator. Jasmina glares at me as soon the elevator shuts.
“What, Ryan? You don’t need me to go over Monday’s schedule because we just went over it and I emailed it to you.”
I stare at her beautiful face.
“You’re right,” I say. “We don’t need to talk about Monday’s schedule. I just wanted Kevin to get the fuck out of the office.”
“Why?” she asks with a frown.
I walk over to her so I am standing in front of the desk, looking over her.
“So I can do this,” I whispered, right before I kiss her. She sighs as our lips meet again. The passion drips between our bodies in the intimate embrace. I feel her body at first tense up, but then melt in the kiss. She leans forward into me. My hands move down under her armpits and I lift her up over the desk. She wraps her legs around me and I hold her weight in my arms.
“Why are you doing this?” she asks suddenly, ripping her mouth away from mine.
“Because I want you. I’ve never stopped wanting you. Ever since I saw you at your graduation party. You looked so beautiful and grown up, I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” I murmur in her ear. It feels good to finally admit it out loud. She clasps her legs tighter and our mouths meet once again. This time I have no hesitation or fear. I completely and openly accept the love I have for Jasmina. Any doubts I had were just fear and I know that she belongs with me. I have felt this way for the longest time. I walk her over to one of the desks. ‘I think it’s Kevins’. I lay her gently on the empty desk. Her eyes flutter and she looks at me.
“Take me. All of me,” she whispers, pulling me down on top of
her. My hands hungrily reach up and pull the tight dress up over her head. She lies in front of me, completely naked. Her soft skin exposed to the cold air of the office. Her small nipples stick out. I feel myself harden at the sight of her. I could cum just from looking at her it seems. She tilts her head back and grabs my hand.
“Touch me again,” she instructs, bringing my fingers to her clit. It’s already dripping wet. I slide my fingers inside and she gasps. It seems every touch she reacts more and more. Her back arches and she squirms on top of the desk.
I am lost in the world of pleasuring her. Nothing has ever satisfied me more than watching Jasmina react to my touch. She belongs with me. Suddenly, she sits up and her hands grab my belt buckle and pull, dropping my trousers to around my ankles. I quickly pull my shirt off, so we stand in front of one another both completely naked. She takes my body in and sighs.
“I need you inside of me,” she says, gently grabbing my cock and leading it to her tight pussy. I gently thrust at the entrance of her domain. I know that she is young and this can be painful. I want to ravish her body and pound my cock inside of her.
Her body tightens at first.
“You alright?” I ask.
I can feel myself shaking with all the control it is taking for me not to just fuck her hard. It feels so good. She bites her lip and tilts her head back.
“It feels better than I could have ever imagine,” she gasps. I continue to gently rock back and forth, letting the pleasure build.
“Faster,” she moans breathily. I obey. My hips work pushing myself deeper inside of her. She grunts and moans, twisting under the sensation. I can feel her legs shake and bend as I continue. Her eyes widen and then clasp shut. Her breath grows deeper. Then she climaxes. Her body seizes and her hands clasp down in the desk. I fuck her hard then, slamming my cock into her slick pussy. I can feel her body pulsing around me, sending waves of euphoria through me. I clench my teeth and pull out as soon as I cum.
She lies limp for a second. I back away, looking at the mess that I just made.
“Are you alright?” I breath heavily.
She sits up. Her face is flushed and her lips the bright pink of arousal.
“I think so,” she laughs. “Let's do that again!”
I smile and help her up off the desk. She rests her head on my bare chest as we stand in the office. I cannot believe what just happened. She nuzzles in deeper and I softly stroke the back of her neck and kiss her forehead.
“My legs feel like jello,” she giggles, dropping more of her weight into me.
“Then don't stand,” I laugh.
We slowly move down onto the floor. Our naked bodies press against the office carpet. The cool floor feels good against our skin.
“So that’s what sex feels like,” she sighs, rolling over on top of me. “Everything about his feels so natural.”
“Yes. What'd you think?” I ask.
“I think that I want more,” she tils her head back and closes her eyes.
“There is a lot more where that came from,” I say, rubbing her back. “But not right now. The cleaning people will be here any minute and I don't think they will appreciate cleaning up this mess.”
“No?”
“No.”
I start to stand up and we get dressed.
“So that didn’t hurt?” I ask. It was kind of weird talking about what just happened. Even though we did just fuck.
“No - not at all...I think you had me pretty warmed up.” She raises her eyebrows in that Jasmina manner and puts her boots back on.
“Good. You did feel pretty warmed up.”
She falls back in my arms and I hold her for a second.
“I wish this moment didn’t have to end,” she sighs.
“I know what you mean.”
As soon as we walk out of the office. Three cleaning women are standing in the hallway, eyeing us. When we pass by them, I shoot them a wink and hold the door open for Jasmina.
Chapter 10
I stand in front of the blank easel, holding the paintbrush in my hand still dry and waiting to be covered in paint. I can't believe Ryan wanted me. I thought I was going crazy for chasing him after he turned me away again at my apartment that one night. But I was wrong. My body was ready for him and now it wants Christian too. I sigh. It was perfect. The way he pulled me in and went after me. I can't even believe I seriously considered Kevin. Gross, I crinkle my nose and go back to the paint brush.
I dip in the red. I’m not sure exactly what I plan on painting, but after today and being with Ryan, I feel so alive and full of life. Every time I think about having sex with Ryan my stomach flutters ever so slightly. I swirl the brush in red and green paint. I finally can understand what an orgasm feels like and I was not disappointed. I thought it was going to hurt a little, but I'm glad it didn't. I didn't even bleed. It was everything I have ever fantasized about - well, without Christian.
My paint meets the white easel and drags across it, saturating the canvas and spreading. I move it, letting the brush and colors guide my hand. This is my favourite time to paint, when creativity is flowing through me and I have no set ideas or notions on what the end product will be.
Finally after an hour or so, a form appears on the canvas and makes its way to me. I continue tracing out lines and blending and shading. Then after several hours, I take a step back, look out the window and back at the painting. I smile at what I have created. A painting of three figures, two male and one female are embracing one another until they blend together. It's all different sorts of color, but there's lots of reds and oranges, warm colors. But the figures are close, safe, happy, and loved. I take a deep breath. My whole body and hands are covered in dry paint.
I have the whole weekend a head, but I don’t know if I can wait that long until I see Ryan again. I examine the mess I've made and start to pack all my paint things up. I’ll hang the new work up in the living room when the paint has finally dried. I need to stop at the store to get some nails anyway. I used them all up when I first moved in. I wish Ryan was coming up and we do it again and again. Ugh, I sigh as I think about it.
The bath water fills up to the edge. I pull my clothes off, stepping into the hot water. Steam lifts up off and into the air. I soak inside of the tub for a while and rub the paint gently off the same skin Ryan was touching and tasting. I think I might be obsessed with him. I smile and dip down so the water almost reaches my eyes. I lift my head and float in the large tub.
Then all of sudden, my mind starts creeping in with dark thoughts. It always did when I was alone with myself. I feel worried Ryan might have hated every second of it all and that he was just hooking up with me because he is lonely. What if he hated it and is full of regret.
Monday couldn’t come soon enough. I spent almost all morning getting ready. I could barely sleep, so I just got up early. I hadn’t texted Ryan or heard much from him. I am not too sure what he thinks about everything or if he regrets everything that happened. That irrational fear started to build up inside of me and built up even more Saturday night, when Christian sent me a text to check in on me. He wanted to make sure that everything was going okay. He was always so good about that. I started wondering if Ryan was even worried. I kept asking myself why he hadn't texted me ever. But today, this morning I was about to get all of the answers.
I arrive at the office and take my place behind the desk. Ryan was already in the office. HIs broad shoulders hidden underneath a light blue suit. His hands ran through his thick hair. His phone glued to the side of his face like it always was. He had his back to me. It must have been an important phone call because he was pacing back and forth aggressively and this usually meant his mind was busy at work. Works for me, he was giving me a really good idea of what kind of leader and worker he was. I can pick up all of his cues to see what kind of mood he is in. It was always obvious whenever my flirting would bother him. Poor Kevin. I never texted him to find what the bar was or
if they were still even there. I hope it's not too awkward. I even told him that I was going to come. Oops. I gnaw on my cheek.
He comes in through the door and walks up next to me.
“Hey, Jasmina. Everything okay the other night?” he asks.
“Yeah. Sorry. Just the meeting with Ryan took a lot longer than I thought it was going too -” I trail off. He stares at me. Did he believe me? I mean it was true. The meeting did take longer.
“Next time,” I lie. I have no intention of going out with him unless Ryan is coming with. He smiles.
“Okay, sounds good.”
I think he got the memo. He walks back to the desk. The intercom light flashes from the office. I look at the light and then at Ryan. He is staring at me intensely. I pick up the phone.
“Good morning Mr. Valor,” I say nervously. This will be the moment when I find out where we stand.
“Good morning, Ms. Jasmina.”
“Why are you using the intercom. You never use it,” I laugh into the phone speaker.
He smiles as we stare at one another. It is always so funny to me to talk on the phone with someone when you can see them.