Fighting Temptation (Bay State Series Book 1)

by Tiffany Hachey

  “Thank God, can we go now? I think I've had enough for one night.” She looks to John who just shrugs. Honestly I think he just came to keep an eye on us. He said Boston could get pretty wild.

  “Alright lets go, I am pretty tired and all this alcohol's made me horny.”

  “Hell yeah, that's what I'm talking about. Let's get you home baby. I have a fix for your problem right here.” He says as he grabs his crotch.

  “Really? Seriously, stop. I'm gonna be sick.” When I just roll my eyes at them, Rachel busts out laughing.

  *****

  Calm down, breathe, calm down, breathe, calm down, I keep telling my self over and over in my head as I get ready for my meeting with Braydon in just a little over an hour.

  I've been a nervous wreck since waking up yesterday morning with nothing more to do but unpack and organize. My room's coming together nicely. I love earth tones and my room has plenty. Growing up in the country, I love having the feeling of nature around me. I usually find it comforting, unfortunately it's not helping today.

  I wonder if I would be any less nervous if I wasn't so attracted to the man. I try to visualize all of the unattractive men I've met in my life, attempting to calm myself. It worked for all of five minutes, before finally giving up. Time to suck it up and get it over with.

  “See you guys later, wish me luck. I'm heading out.” I yell to them in the kitchen as I head for the door.

  “You remember the directions I gave you?” John asks as he walks into the hall.

  “I think so, they sound easy enough. I'll give you a call if I have a hard time finding anything. I do have the address for the train station you gave me, I'll just put it in my GPS.”

  “Have fun, don't stay out too late dear, and don't do anything I wouldn't do,” Rachel tells me with a smirk.

  “Please, it's just an interview.”

  The restaurant's very classy, with wide spread tables and dim lighting. Braydon insisted I dress casual, so I'm wearing a slim pair of white capri pants, a red sleeveless blouse, that buttons up the front and strappy sandals.

  I walk up to the hostess and tell her who I'm meeting, she quirks her eyebrow, sizing me up. “Follow me please.”

  He's wearing a pair of blue jeans and a black polo shirt with sneakers. Phew, I was worried I had under dressed. Braydon introduces me to the hostess as his friend Maegan. She and her husband Alan own the restaurant.

  “It's very beautiful, I can't wait to eat. It smells absolutely delicious in here.”

  “Thank you, it was a pleasure meeting you.”

  “You too, have a good night.”

  As she leaves the table to go seat more guests, Braydon turns a dazzling smile on me. “Finally I get to meet the woman I've been thinking about for almost a month now.”

  If he's trying to make me blush, he's succeeded. “I've been looking forward to seeing you as well, you look much better in person.” Oh crap, I just admitted to seeing him already, which would make him aware of my stalking. If I wasn't bright red before, I certainly am now. “I can't say enough how thankful I am for you giving me a chance like this. I really appreciate it.”

  “Any friend of John's is a friend of mine, and you came highly recommended. I called your old place of employment.” I must make a face because he counters. “Don't worry, I didn't even bother asking for Paul, I'm well aware of the trouble he gave you.” Well thank you Jesus for that. “Everyone I spoke to had nothing but good things to say about you. Would it be totally out of line for me to tell you how beautiful you are? If it is I'm sorry, I've been dying to say it since you walked in the door.”

  And the blush is back.

  Talk about extreme subject change, way to catch a girl off guard. I can feel his eyes on me as I stare down at the table trying to hide my reaction to him. “Thank you.” A shiver makes it's way from my head all the way down to my toes. If he keeps looking at me like that I'm either going to melt into a puddle or run away. Right now the latter sounds like a good idea. But I wore my big girl panties tonight, not going to fold, I need this job.

  Thankfully our waitress comes to take our drink order. She doesn't even look at me and when asked, Braydon turns to me. I stare into his eyes and lick my lips. “I'll have a glass of house white please.”

  He looks to the waitress, “We'll have two glasses of house white please, thank you.” He immediately turns back to me. Not waiting for her reply, he looks at my wet lips for a moment and clears his throat. “So onto business. I have an opening in HR but seeing as you have no experience there I was thinking of doing some shuffling around the office to free a position you're more qualified for.”

  Is he serious? All that trouble for me. “I can't let you disrupt your business, it doesn't seem fair to your employees. Not to mention, you don't even know me, it's crazy.” Great, now I'm rambling like an idiot.

  “First of all, crazy? I'm offended, and I would love to get to know you.” I just know he's laughing at me, I can see it in his eyes. “Secondly it's already done.” He smiles smugly at me.

  Done? What the hell is he talking about? “Done? What do you mean done? You said you weren't making any final decisions until we met face to face.”

  “I know I'm sorry, I'm an in the moment kind of guy, lets just say after our call I decided I would do anything to get you to come and work for me. I found a way to give you the perfect job, as my assistant.”

  Well that is ideal, no wait... I'll have to work with him side by side everyday! Oh God help me. “Your assistant?” I squeak.

  He raises an eyebrow at my voice, damn he's sexy. I have no idea how I'm going to survive this. Damn him. Is he trying to torture me? Our waitress returns with our food that I can't even remember ordering. This man has my mind all kinds of messed up right now.

  “So as I was saying, I'm hiring you on as my assistant. I've thought it through, my assistant Lisa has a lot of prior HR experience so she's the perfect choice. I held a meeting last week with my managers and they all agree that this is a good move for the company. So what do you say? Do you accept?”

  I take a few bites before looking at him. “And what does being your assistant entail exactly?”

  “Well let's see.” He pretends to think about about it, he's toying with me, I just know it. Could it be he's attracted to me as well, or just a flirty guy?

  “You would handle all the necessary paper work for day to day operations, answering emails, accompanying me to all meetings to take notes, send and receive fax. It really changes day to day, depending on the business at hand. I imagine you're used to those things. You'll stick by my side for the first couple of weeks to see that you understand the accounting business. I have great hopes for you succeeding with me. What do you say? Are you game? Your salary will be sixty thousand for the first year and a raise after that.”

  I choke on the forkful of food I've just scooped into my mouth. “Did you just say sixty thousand? Now I know your crazy, that's almost double what I was making at my last and only job. I hardly have any experience. How can you offer me that much?”

  He gave me a panty dropping grin. “Because I can and I want you.” I can't help but hear a hidden warning in his voice. If he only knew how bad I want him too.

  How close I've come to having him in my dreams.

  “Are you sure? I mean you could get someone else so much cheaper.”

  “As I said, I want you.” Now he's the one licking his lips. Wow it's suddenly very hot in here. I have to look away before I make a fool of myself.

  Working so closely with him everyday? I don't know if I'm going to be able to handle that. But for that kind of money, I'm sure gonna try. “Ok it's a deal, when do I start?”

  I hope I didn't just make a huge mistake. If this goes south I'll have to go back home with my tail between my legs because I couldn't keep my hormones in check.

  “Excellent, meet me at my office at One Federal street, the building's receptionist will direct you. I'll be expecting you at eight o'clock, Mond
ay morning. Don't be late” He says with a wink, hmmm wonder if he'll spank me if I am.

  Yummm..... Get a grip!!!! My panties are already wet enough just being this close to him, I certainly don't need to think about him spanking me.

  “We'll get all your paperwork fixed up and have a tour.”

  We talk a few more minutes about the day to day while the waitress brings the check. He insists on giving me a ride to my car so I don't have to get the train back. “Thank you for dinner and this wonderful job opportunity Braydon, I really appreciate it.”

  “The pleasure's all mine.”

  When we arrive at my car he comes around to open my door and helps me out. He gives me a hug and a kiss on the cheek, swoon! He smells delicious.

  “Have a good night Ilyanna, it was very nice meeting you and I look forward to seeing you again.” I don't miss the the way he's looking at me like I'm dessert.

  Honestly I could take him with a side of whip cream with a cherry on top. Hopefully we can act like responsible, professional adults.

  “You too, have a good night.”

  desire

  When I got home from our meeting I was feeling somewhat relieved. Not sure why. I got to see the object of my recent fantasies but couldn't act on my attraction for her. Sure I flirted a bit, nothing too extreme. That will come with time. I guess knowing I'll be seeing a lot more of her sated me somehow. So when Brent called me later that night to invite me to the club again, I was all for it.

  Walking into the club I spot the guys in the back corner booth waving me over.

  “Hey what's up fuckers? Long time no see.”

  “Yeah you would think some of us we're sick of seeing your ugly face.” One of my guys Frank from IT says.

  “Haha very funny, don't forget who signs your paycheck.”

  “Hey Braydon, that little hottie in the green is staring at you. Isn't that the chick you said cornered you at the door the last time we were here? You should probably see if you can take her home tonight. We all know you could use it. You've been a real dick lately.” That earned Brent a punch in the arm, and they all bust out laughing.

  “Yeah, what's been bothering you? You sure as hell haven't been your self.” I look at Frank to answer him, when his brother George adds, “You need to get laid man. If you don't want the red head though I'll take her.”

  “Works just gonna be different come Monday and I think it's messing with me a little bit. I don't like change all that much. I'm sure after a couple of weeks I'll be back to normal.” I grasp for an easy excuse and look up to the stage where the hottie in question is spread around the pole half naked with her nipple rings twinkling in the lights, her eyes instantly connect with mine and she licks her lips as she squats down to the ground, then sashays back up.

  Looking back to my friends I just relax as I listen in on their conversation about the upcoming Patriots game against the Bills. We all have tickets to the game, and they're finalizing plans for the day.

  Just as I start to say something, I feel a hand brush against my upper back. As I turn, I find my self staring into some impressive cleavage, which is peaking out of an ivy covered barely there bra. I look up to meet the steamy jade eyes of the red head.

  She wasn't wearing that top a few minutes ago. They must have to be somewhat dressed to come onto the floor. “Hello again sexy. How about we go out back for that private dance now?” All of the guys are looking at me with raised eyebrows and shit eating grins. Oh what the hell? Might as well try and enjoy myself.

  “Sure lead the way.” I say with as much enthusiasm as I can muster, for their sake.

  “Follow me hot stuff.” As I'm following her to a room in the opposite corner of the club she turns around and sticks a couple fingers in her mouth and sucks for a few seconds before removing them with a loud pop. I have to admit it's one hot move, but one I'd much rather have someone else doing for my benefit.

  Damn it, can I just forget about her for one night?

  She directs me to take a seat in the middle of the mirrored room. She closes and locks the door with a click and heads for the stereo on the wall. Once she starts the music she starts moving towards me swaying her hips back and forth.

  “I hope you like Bump and Grind, cuz that's what your gonna get.” Couldn't she have picked a more original song?

  She starts to to rub her tits and move her hands south all the way to her ankles, bending her body in half and turning around before making her way back up. Conveniently sticking her skirt covered ass in my face and shaking it for me. Looking over her shoulder at me she licks her lips with a wink. When she makes it to her waist she sticks her thumbs in her waistband of her skirt and starts to shimmy out of it, rotating her hips and circling around to end with her tits in my face. As she's shaking those perky tits for me she reaches back and releases her bra, freeing them. She leans back and puts one foot up on my knee, then comes back in and puts her tits just inches from my face. I can't help but think if this was a certain someone else, I wouldn't be able to contain myself.

  Seriously, I don't understand how I can have one naked woman grinding all over me and still be thinking of another one. I would be all over Ilyanna. Hands, lips, tongue, like a starving man. But with this nameless chick, I have absolutely no hunger to. She takes her foot off of my leg and turns to sit down on my lap, grinding her ass against my crotch. I'm positive she can feel, or I should say not feel the effect she's not having on me. It's like Ilyanna has ruined me for all other woman and I haven't even slept with her yet.

  Yet?

  Whoa, I'm getting way ahead of myself here.

  Still grinding on me while I have this silent internal struggle, she stands, turns around, spreads my legs and gyrates down to the ground in between them, coming back up slowly she rubs herself against the length of my front.

  When the song mercifully finishes she gets dressed. I grab for my wallet but she stops me. “First ones on me, you can come back anytime.” She winks at me and leaves the room without another word. She had to have realized that she had no affect on me. Either that or she thinks I have a small dick.

  I laugh to myself. That is so not the case. I think there maybe only one person my cock will get hard for. This is so not good.

  When I get back to the table, the guys are still talking about the Pats game on Sunday. “So does she look as good naked as she does with clothes on?” Brent laughs.

  “Yeah she's definitely hot, guess I just don't have a thing for red heads.”

  George gives me a strange look. “Are you telling me you weren't affected by that? Shit! If she would've taken it off for me I'd be hard for a week.”

  “Well then you have her next time, there won't be a repeat for me.” I shrug. “Anyway, where are we meeting up before the game?”

  And just like that the subject's change. Thank God. I'm sure they all think something's seriously wrong with me. I'm usually the first one pointing out the hot pieces of ass.

  Like I could give a flying fuck.

  After finalizing the plans for the day, Frank and George are about to call it a night. I take a quick look around the club and the red head as I still have to call her because she never gave me a name is nowhere in sight. “I think I'm heading out too guys. Gonna go see my dad for a bit tomorrow and that's a bitch of a ride. See you Sunday, I'll be wearing number twelve.” Of course we laugh at that, we all wear our Brady jerseys to every game.

  As I head for the door I spot a hostess, pull out my wallet and hand her a fifty. “Can you give this to the red head that was wearing the poison ivy outfit, I didn't get a chance to give her a tip before she took off.”

  “No problem, you must mean Desire. She just left a little while ago. Have a good night sir, see you next time.”

  If there's gonna be a next time.......

  *****

  The next afternoon I was heading up to Maine to spend some time with my parents. My dad came home from the hospital this morning. Everything looked normal, so they felt no
need to keep him any longer. I lost my favorite rock station shortly after crossing the border into New Hampshire so I plugged in my Ipod and got lost in some Slip Knot, Korn, and Five Finger Death Punch. My favorite music to get lost in when I'm pissed off.

  My mom caught me up to speed with everything the doctors said while my dad tried to listen in but kept nodding off. “Your dad's been really tired today.” She tells me when he finally gives in and falls asleep in his recliner.

  “He gave us quite a scare didn't he? I was so scared I wasn't gonna make it here in time to see him.”

  “Your dad's a strong man, I don't think he's ready to leave us yet.”

  “I know he's strong, but I don't think most people are ever really ready to leave. If I ever find the right woman I want you both there to give you grandbabies and share in all of our memories. Mom? How do you know if you've found the one?”

  “Where is this coming from? Not that I wouldn't be thrilled. You just seemed so set to never let yourself go there after Heather.”

  “I think what I maybe starting to feel for this woman is so much more than I ever thought I had with Heather. The only problem is, I don't even know her. Not really, we've spoken on the phone maybe twice, exchanged a few texts and met in person once. And there're other complications.”

  “You know what I say, if something is meant to be it will work itself out,” She says smiling. “So tell me all about her and these complications you think you have.”

  “Remember my friend John from college?” She just nods and motions for me to continue.

  “She's his fiancé's best friend and he asked me to hire her as a favor so she could move here from Tennessee with them. I agreed right away but wanted to go through the motions. I had her send a resume, and once I saw her name, I had to see her. Her name is very unique, I had to put a face to it. Once I looked at her picture it's like something clicked and if that wasn't bad enough, once I heard her voice I was done for. I rearranged some of my staff to make her my assistant before even meeting her. I don't regret doing it, I just regret my iron clad rule of not mixing business with pleasure.” She sits and listens patiently to my speech, absorbing every last word. I know her well, if she has something to say she will. But she'll let me get everything out first. “Mom, when I saw her I knew I was a goner. I just don't know what to do, I can't stop thinking about her. All day and night she's in my head.