by Jessica Wood
“Yup, I’ll have that latte.” My stomach growled in protest and I looked at my Rolex. 8:29 a.m. “And let me also get a chocolate croissant.” I flashed her a smile and wink and watched her face flush pink in response. I won’t fuck her, but it doesn’t hurt to flirt with her.
As I waited for my coffee and croissant, a familiar voice interrupted my thoughts. “Latte with a double shot of espresso.”
I looked up to see who had just ordered the same thing I had. My chest instantly tightened when I saw that it was none other than the girl from the grocery store, the one I hadn’t been able to get out of my mind.
How was it that she was here at the coffee shop I frequented every morning, ordering my exact drink, and standing right in front of me? This must be a sign—a sign that I will fuck her and own her.
“Hey, gorgeous.” I walked up to her as she finished paying. She looked up and I saw her tense up when she saw that it was me.
“Oh. It’s you.” Her words were short, but I could tell that a part of her desired me.
I raised my eyebrows at her. “Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” I licked my lips as my eyes moved down the curves of her body, lingering at the delicate flesh peeking through the opening of her blouse.
“My eyes are up here, buddy,” she barked as she folded her arms.
“And what beautiful eyes they are,” I replied smoothly, not missing a beat. I flashed her one of my smiles that usually caused women to melt at my feet.
But once again, my charms seemed to have no effect on her. Instead, she went to grab her coffee that sat ready on the counter and turned to walk away.
“Hey, hold on!” I grabbed my coffee and croissant and ran after her out of the coffee shop. “Give me a minute.”
To my surprise, she stopped and turned to face me.
“I’m sorry,” I heard myself saying. “I didn’t mean to be rude.” I wasn’t sure what came over me and why I had just apologized, but somehow, those words just came out.
“Well, that’s putting it mildly.”
“Okay, so I can be a bit blunt,” I admitted.
“A little?” She gave me a doubtful look.
I chuckled and shrugged. “What can I say? I see a gorgeous woman that I want to take out, I go for it. So maybe sometimes my approach is a bit off.”
Her expression softened slightly. “So are you like this with all women?”
I wasn’t sure why, but something compelled me to give her a whole-hearted genuine smile and look into her warm emerald eyes. I was transfixed by her gaze and for a moment, I couldn’t think of anything else but her. Then something strange happened. I told her the whole truth.
“I am pretty aggressive with women. I admit that. I don’t know why, but somehow I seem to be different with you than I am normally with women. Maybe it’s because you’re the first woman who’s ever talked back to me the way you have. And maybe that’s why I haven’t been able to get you out of my head.”
I heard the words come out of my mouth, but it felt like someone else had spoken them. As I watched her reaction, I saw the same confused and stunned expression I felt inside reflected on this woman’s face.
“So what are you looking for? A girlfriend?”
“Hell no!” The words came rushing out of me like a reflex, a response that’d become second nature to me. Her question had taken me by surprise, and somehow, it had snapped me back to reality, back to my old self. I flashed her a crooked smile and leaned into her. “What I mean to say is, I’m always looking for a fun time.”
“So a fun time.” Her expression was blank and I couldn’t figure out what she was thinking.
“A very fun time. Every. Single. Time. I can promise you that.”
She remained silent and expressionless as she studied me.
“So you in for some fun?” My lips twisted into a smile.
To my surprise, she returned my smile and leaned in toward me, the delicate curves of her exposed breasts peeped innocently out of her blouse. She gently placed her hand against my chest, causing my body to tense in excitement. As she looked up at me, her hand slowly and seductively ran it down my chest, her intoxicating perfume teased my senses, and I felt myself grow inside my pants.
At that moment, I lost all sense of power and control over the situation, and every rational thought inside me evaporated as her green eyes pierced into mine.
Fuck, she is hot! And it looks like she’s going to bite! Fuck B. Parker! I can definitely spare ten minutes for a quickie with her.
“Well,” she purred as she batted her eyes up at me before giving my body a once over, “That’s a very tempting offer, and I’ve considered it”—her seductive demeanor turned cold like a flip of a switch—“and my answer is probably somewhere between ‘In your fucking dreams’ and ‘Go fuck yourself.’”
Without another word, she pushed me away from her, turned, and walked away, leaving me staring after her in front of the coffee shop. For the first time in my life, I was speechless, stunned, and desperate for more of whatever I had just felt.
***
It was 8:45 a.m. and I was running across the street to the office to make the 9 a.m. meeting. I walked through the front lobby of the building and as I got to the line of elevators, I stopped dead in my tracks.
There she was. Again! She was standing there waiting for an elevator.
“Hey, baby, I didn’t expect to see you here. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were stalking me.”
She turned and furrowed her brows. “What are you talking about?”
“Did you follow me to my office building to tell me you regret not giving me your name and number?” I knew she was playing coy with me.
“You wish.”
As much as I didn’t want to admit it, her response had stung. But I quickly brushed off those thoughts and smiled at her. “Well, you’re here, aren’t you? Looks like wishes do come true.”
Instead of responding, she snorted and shook her head and walked into the elevator that had just opened in front of us.
“So does this mean you’re going to give me your name and number?” I decided to keep things playful as I followed her inside the elevator.
She rolled her eyes and a smirk appeared on her lips.
What’s so funny?
I pressed the elevator button to the 20th floor and waited to see what floor she was going to.
But she didn’t press anything. She just stood there in silence, staring up at the changing numbers above the elevator door as the elevator took us up to the 20th floor.
Frustration engulfed me as I watched her ignoring me. I wanted to grab her by the nape of her neck and kiss her. I wanted to rip her blouse open and taste her breasts in my mouth. I wanted to nail her against the elevator walls and fuck her until she begged for more.
But I didn’t.
I just stared at her, wishing she would look back at me, wishing she would give me a chance, wishing she would tell me her name.
But she didn’t.
The second the elevator door opened to the 20th floor, she walked out.
Why did she get off at my floor? Did she work here?
With William & Sutter LLP being one of largest international law firms in the world, there were over two hundred attorneys and many more staff in the San Francisco office alone. It was possible that she was a secretary here and I hadn’t even seen her before.
I glanced down at my watch. 8:52 a.m. and knew I had to think about this woman later. The Parker, Inc. meeting was at 9 a.m., and I was not going to give B. Motherfucking Parker any reason to patronize me. I rushed to my office and gathered up everything I needed for the meeting.
“Hey, Cindy.” A middle-aged woman in a pair of dark red retro glasses looked up from her cubicle. “I have to get to that Parker meeting now. I probably won’t be back until after lunch. Please make sure to take my calls while I’m out of my office. I hate it when they go to voicemail.”
Cindy smiled at me. “Yes, of co
urse. Don’t worry about it.”
“Thanks, Cindy.” I handed her the untouched croissant from the coffee shop, “Here, I know you love these chocolate croissants. I didn’t get a chance to eat these.”
“Thanks for thinking of me, Dean. You’ve worked so hard on this case. Good luck at the meeting.” She handed me a stack of binders. “Here are the revised drafts you emailed me this morning to print out.”
“Perfect. Thanks, Cindy. You’re the best.”
When I got to the conference room at 8:58 a.m. and found about a dozen people already in the room making introductions.
“Dean! Just in time,” said Bill Stephens, one of the three partners in the room. “You’ve been working a lot on the contracts side of this deal, so you’ve interacted with our clients regularly this week. Let me introduce you to them formally.”
I grabbed the closest empty seat around the conference table and placed my coffee, notepad, and binders on the conference table. As I looked up and stretched my hand out toward the other end of the table where the clients usually sat, my whole body became paralyzed by who was staring back at me from across the table.
It was her!
The one with the infinity tattoo and piercing emerald eyes. The only woman who’d ever talked back to me and rejected my advances. The one woman I couldn’t seem to get out of my head and wanted more than any other.
She sat there looking over at me as I stared at her with what must have been a dumbstruck impression on my face. I saw a hint of amusement in her eyes, like this was a moment she’d been waiting for.
But why is she here?
“Dean, I’d like to introduce you to Trent Parker, the Acting CEO of Parker, Inc., and his sister, Blair Parker, the Acting Vice President of Parker, Inc. I know you’ve been mainly dealing with Blair with the drafting of the contracts.”
Blair? Blair Parker?
Suddenly, it all hit me. B. Parker wasn’t a pretentious prick. B. Parker wasn’t even a fucking he! B. Parker was a she! And she was the woman I’d been chasing for my 736th notch.
Now, this changed everything.
CHAPTER FOUR
“You don’t shit where you eat…you can get disbarred…” My words from the other day echoed in my head when I realized who B. Parker really was. The wind was knocked out of me as I tried to digest this new reality—a reality where my two worlds had collided in a way I’d never imagined.
How can the woman I want the most be the one I can’t have?
“Dean? Is there a problem?” Bill broke through my thoughts and snapped me back to reality.
“Yeah, I’m here. Th-there’s no problem.” I cleared my throat.
There was a brief pause. Then Bill glared at me. “Aren’t you going to introduce yourself?”
Shit! “Yes, of course. Sorry.” I outstretched my hand to Trent. “Mr. Parker. Dean Chase. I look forward to working with you.”
“The feeling is mutual, Mr. Chase.” Trent shook my hand with reservation as he watched me quizzically.
Then I turned to Blair and felt a wave of nerves twist in my stomach as I offered my hand. “Ms. Parker. Dean Chase.”
Our eyes met and she reached for my hand. The second our hands touched, I felt the pent-up desire I’d had for her unleash throughout my body, making it difficult to think. The only thing I could focus on was the deep green of her eyes as she watched me squirm in front of her.
“It’s so great to finally get to meet you.” Her lips curled into a wide smile, and I saw her eyes twinkle, as if she were trying to challenge me. My cock twitched in my pants, as if trying to tell me something I’d already knew: I wanted her more than ever.
“Yeah. S-same here.” I heard myself stumble over my words and couldn’t believe she was having this affect on me.
“I heard some great things from Blair about your dedication to your work.”
Trent’s words caught me by surprise. I looked over at him, and he was indeed talking to me, and not anyone else in the room. “She has?” I blurted out. I wasn’t sure how it happened, but it had. As I let go of Blair’s hand and sat down in my seat, my arm knocked over my barely-touched coffee, causing its contents to crash down onto my suit and pants. “Fuck!” I flew out of my chair as the warm coffee reached my growing erection.
“Dean! What’s gotten into you this morning?” Bill stared at me and I could see the embarrassment and anger on his face. “I must really apologize for my associate. He’s not normally like this.”
“I’m really sorry,” I finally muttered. “I…” I tried to wipe the coffee off, but it had only made the liquid sink deeper into the fabric, causing my pants to cling onto my erection, which was pushing out from my briefs. “…if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to clean up and be right back.”
“Sure thing. We’ll just go ahead and get started,” Trent said as he turned his attention to the others.
I got up and noticed Blair’s eyes were staring at my crotch. When I saw her eyes widen with lust as she licked her bottom lip, I couldn’t help but feel triumphant.
She caught me watching her, and her expression changed immediately. Sitting straight up, she looked down at her binder of documents, pretending to focus on the discussion that’d already started between Trent and the rest of my legal team.
I smirked at her transparency as I walked toward the conference door. But right as I was about to pass through the door, her commanding voice halted me. “Mr. Chase. Aren’t you going to take your smartphone with you to the restroom? From what you’d told me yesterday, that is your current practice.”
I felt my face grow hot as the partners stared at me in disgust. At that moment, I wanted to strangle this woman.
I also wanted to fuck her brains out to teach her a lesson.
“Right. How could I have forgotten?” I kept my tone even as I flashed a quick smile and grabbed my phone from the table.
When I got to the bathroom, a million thoughts whirled in my mind as I tried to process my emotions. I tried to think back to everything I’d said to B. Parker by email and everything that’d happened with this woman in the last twenty-four hours before I knew who she was. I cringed inside as I thought back to everything I’d emailed her. The egg and shitting comments yesterday. The blow job comment this morning! I felt my stomach lurch uneasily that it was her who had been on the other end of those emails. Then I thought back to everything I’d said to her in person—the things I’d done to her!
So many unanswered questions swam in my head. Had she known this entire time who I was? Did she know at the grocery store? Or afterwards? Or this morning at the coffee shop? Did she want to fuck me? Was that why she hadn’t responded to my email about getting a blow job this morning?
But the one question that seemed to burn inside the most was, Did I ruin my chances with her?
Then a beep came through my phone, indicating a new email. I pulled up my emails. To my surprise, it was an email from her!
To: Dean Chase
From: B. Parker
Re: The Many Joys of Coffee
Mr. Chase:
So we finally meet.
I must say, I think I’ve discovered something slightly more enjoyable than just drinking coffee—seeing it on you. Now, that’s a sight for sore eyes, as you would put it.
Now aren’t you glad I reminded you about your phone?
Blair
Acting Vice President
Parker, Inc.
I stared down at her email, unable to understand what this meant. Was it even possible that she was blatantly flirting with me? Or was this her taunting me? My eyes landed on her signature. She had signed off as “Blair,” not “B. Parker.”
I hit reply and started drafting an email back.
To: B. Parker
From: Dean Chase
Re: Coffee Shows You Eight Inches
Ms. Parker:
You must admit, coffee sure does bring out the best qualities in people. I’m certainly available for coffee sometime soon to discuss th
ese qualities.
Good call with the phone. Did you know it has a camera feature? Do you want me to test it out?
Dean
Associate
William & Sutter LLP.
I stared at the email, debating whether or not to send it. As innocuous as this email might sounded to an unknowing observer, she would know what I was talking about. I knew this was crossing the line, I knew this was breaking my one and only cardinal rule when it came to fucking women—don’t shit where you eat—but for some reason, that didn’t seem to matter anymore. All that mattered to me now was feeling that same rush again, the one I had felt last night when I’d inhaled her scent as she arched her back against me, the one I had felt this morning at the coffee shop when she had touched my chest, the one I had felt moments ago when our hands touched. Even though I had no idea what game she was playing, there was one thing I was positive about: every part of my body needed her, and if the opportunity were to present itself to me, I’ll be damned if some rule was going to stop me from fucking her and taking everything she had to offer.
Determined to see how far things could go with her, I sent the email.
Within a seconds she had responded and my cock stiffened with excitement the second I had heard the beep from my phone.
To: Dean Chase
From: B. Parker
Re: I’ve Had Better Coffee
Dean:
Eight inches is an impressively strong cup of coffee…
…to some.
But, I must admit, I’ve had some pretty strong cups of coffees in my life that’d kept me up at all hours of the night.
I’m sure your phone is camera-ready, as many are these days. So as much as I appreciate your offer, there’s really no need to test it out for my sake. I know what a picture looks like. In fact, I’ve been told by some baristas that I really know my way around phone cameras.