by Day, Desiree
The waitress handed them their menu, then returned five minutes later to take their orders.
“So tell me about Brooke,” Palmer requested focusing his full attention on her, after the waitress left.
Brooke blushed at the intensity of his blue eyes. Something in them made her feel very uneasy. “I’m looking for a job, I was, I mean I am a computer programmer, but my position was eliminated some time ago, like everything else my job was sent overseas. And I have a four-year-old son,” she finished. “What about you, what’s your story?”
“I love picking up beautiful ladies at gas stations,” Palmer deadpanned.
Brooke inclined her head at the compliment. “I’m sure that doesn’t take up all your time.”
“You’d be surprised by how much time it does,” he said dryly and Brooke stared at him, uncertain if he was serious or merely being an ass. Then he laughed. “I own a commercial real estate development company,” he admitted.
“How’s that industry, has it rebounded yet?” She had read, because of the recession, the real estate market across the board had taken a hard hit.
“I haven’t been down, business has been better than ever. I have a niche market, and that market is growing by leaps and bounds. I made over fifty million last year,” he bragged.
“That’s awesome!”
They continued with the pleasantries until their food arrived. Midway through their lunch the lights dimmed and music pulsated through the room, a quartet of belly dancers pranced into the room, they began dancing, moving their hips in ways that Brooke didn’t think was possible.
She glanced at Palmer to see how he was enjoying the show. He looked mesmerized by the ladies. His eyes were fixed on them, his tongue practically hanging out his mouth. She knew without a doubt that if she stuck her hand on his lap, she would feel his hardness.
The dancers began to fan out into the crowd and began selecting male dance partners. One of the belly dancers grabbed Palmer’s hand and pulled him up. Without a backward glance to her, he followed her to the middle of the floor where he moved quite unskillfully to the music, but it looked like he was having fun nonetheless.
With a swish of her hips and a slight bow of her head, the dancer returned him to her. Palmer flopped down, his face flushed and his eyes shiny, he stared longingly after the dancer.
“You were good out there,” Brooke lied.
Palmer broke his gaze from the dancer’s retreating back, to look at her. “You think so? I suck as a dancer, but she was so hot. Have you ever slept with a woman before,” he asked casually.
Brooke’s eyes widened. “What? No? Why would you ask me that?”
Palmer shrugged. “Just wondered. I heard it’s fun, you should try it.”
“Yep, I’ll be sure to add it to my bucket list,” Brooke said sarcastically. Suddenly she lost her appetite, the delicious foods no longer appealed to her. She pushed herself up. “I’ll be right back. I need to use the bathroom.” She grabbed her purse and rushed away, she stared wistfully at the exit. She forced herself to veer toward the ladies’ room, with a promise to herself that if he got too annoying she was leaving.
Inside the bathroom she called Ebony. “I found SD2,” she confided.
“SD2?”
“Sugar Daddy number two,” Brooke explained, then gave her cousin the Cliff notes version of Palmer and their lunch date. “He’s such an asshole,” she complained.
“But a rich asshole. You have a couple of options, you can drop his ass or wait and see how it plays out, he might be a little nervous. Some people mask their nervousness by being a jerk.”
“I guess,” Brooke answered. “I’d better go, before he thinks I ran out on him.”
“Isn’t that what you want to do?” Ebony teased.
“Yeah, but I’ll take your advice and give him a second chance.”
“Cool, talk to you later.”
Brooke clicked off her phone then quickly used the bathroom and freshened up before returning to the table.
Palmer smiled brightly when she returned. “You were gone so long that I thought you skipped out on me.”
Suddenly Brooke felt bad. Maybe Ebony is right, maybe he’s just nervous.
She enjoyed the rest of the lunch and they made plans to see each other later that week.
Chapter 8
Brooke grinned as she carefully pulled the feathery thin fabric over her legs, she silently prayed that her fingernail wouldn’t snag it. She pumped her fist triumphantly when her pantyhose made it pass her hips and settled around her waist. So happy that she had gotten them on without destroying them, she overlooked the rancid cloud of bodily odors, the toilet paper littered floors and the missing lock on the bathroom stall door.
She had to stop at Target to pick up a pair of pantyhose, the one pair she had left had gotten a run in it while she was pulling them on that morning. And she knew that the place she was interviewing at was very corporate, and she couldn’t step into the building bare legged. After washing her hands and checking her makeup in the mirror, she floated out of the restroom and out to her car.
She finally had an interview. She had made it pass the telephone screening and now they wanted to meet her in person. Even though it paid fifteen thousand dollars less than what she was making at her old job, it was closer to home and it allowed her to work fifty percent of the time from home, a perk she’d gladly take.
She got into her car, then turned the key in the ignition, nothing happened. “Let me try this again.” She repeated her actions and got the same results. She rested her head on the steering wheel. “I don’t believe this, I don’t believe this.” Brooke wanted to cry, but she didn’t want to ruin her makeup.
She pulled out her cell phone and glanced at the time, she had an hour and a half to go before her interview.
She called Ebony but it went straight to voice mail, she left her cousin an urgent message to call her back as soon as possible. Brooke sat in her car and pondered her options. “Let me see if I can reschedule.” She reached for her leather portfolio and pulled out the sheet of paper with all the contact information.
“I’m sorry Ms. Witherspoon but Mr. Quershi will be here until four o’clock today, after that he’ll be flying to D.C., then back home. Today is the only day he’s doing interviews. Would you like me to cancel yours?” the recruiter asked, kindly.
“No, no don’t do that! I’ll be there. Thank you. See you in an hour.” She called Ebony again, and it went to voice mail. Brooke threw her phone down on the car seat.
She tried her car again…nothing. “Maybe I can join AAA.” She snatched up her phone, Googled AAA, then immediately called them.
The representative was polite and educated her on the different options, but when she told Brooke she had a three-hour wait before someone could come out, Brooke hung up. Through bleary eyes, Brooke looked at her phone, her interview was in an hour.
She tried her cousin again, her call dumped into voice mail, Brooke wanted to scream. She scrolled through her contact list, everybody she knew was at work. She scrolled through a second time and saw Addison’s name. I wonder?
She clicked on his name. “I need your help,” she blurted out as soon as he answered.
“Sure what’s up?”
She told him her predicament. “So can you come pick me up or if you can’t, send a car to drive me to my interview,” she asked breathlessly.
“I’m sorry baby, I’m in the middle of something and I can’t get away right now, but I think I can break away in a couple of hours and all the company cars are being used, we’re having a big conference and they’re being used to shuttle our visitors around town.”
“You can’t?” Brooke croaked, then burst out crying. Screw the makeup.
“Wait hold on. I’ll try to get away sooner. Stop crying. Just tell me where you are,” Addison pleaded.
Brooke sniffled then told him where to find her. An hour and half later his Corvette zoomed up next to her. He tapped on the
window. She weakly lifted her head from the steering wheel and peered at him. She looked a mess, her mascara had smeared, she had chewed off her lipstick and her previously perfectly coiffed hair looked like a bird’s nest.
She hadn’t bothered to call and cancel the interview. She had held some hope that Ebony would return her call…she didn’t or that Addison would come sooner than he said he would…he didn’t.
“Hey, I’m sorry,” Addison said as soon as she stepped out of the car. He tried to hug her, but she stepped away. She didn’t feel like being touched. “I got here as soon as I could.”
Brooke shrugged. “That’s okay. Thanks for coming,” she said, her voice devoid of any emotion.
“So what would you like me to do?” Addison asked and Brooke shrugged.
“Whatever.”
Addison pursed his lips. “I’ll see if it’ll start.” He slid behind the wheel of her car and mimicked Brooke’s earlier actions…nothing happened. “Something’s definitely wrong, it’s not an old vehicle.”
“No, only three years,” she said looking at her car.
“Let me have my mechanic pick it up and take a look at it. He’ll take care of everything.”
“You can’t do that!” Brooke protested. Addison had already done so much for her.
“I can and I will. I feel so badly because you missed your interview. Come on, let me take you home.”
“Sure.” She went to her car, got all her personal belongings while Addison called his mechanic and gave him all the information on her car. She locked it up, went to Addison’s car and dumped everything on the passenger side floor. She strapped in and closed her eyes. She heard the driver’s door open and close.
“So where am I going?” Addison asked.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Brooke gave him her address, he typed it into the GPS system.
“I’m really sorry about my attitude at Target, but I really wanted to go to that interview, I was just so bummed.”
“It’s okay. I understand.” Suddenly he stood up. “I’ll be right back.” She heard the front door open then close. Five minutes later he stepped back into her house. “Here you go.” He held out a check.
“Addison!”
“Take it.”
“Thank you so much.”
“It’s not a lot, but hopefully, it’ll help you out.”
She peeked at the check and her eyes widened. “Addison,” she said her voice hushed. “This is too much.”
“I can afford it, take it.”
“But ten thousand.”
He waved her off, he didn’t tell her that he spent more than that on his yearly car maintenance. “You can use it. I really wish I could offer you a position with my company but right now we have a hiring freeze.”
“I understand. I really appreciate it.” She pecked him on the lips. She was busy thinking about how she could spend the money.
Addison opened his mouth and slid his tongue pass her lips. Brooke groaned, Addison was a great kisser he took his time and didn’t rush it. His tongue leisurely moved against hers. He pulled away. “Where’s your bedroom?” he whispered.
He wrapped his arm around Brooke’s waist and let her lead him up to her bedroom. Addison had undressed and Brooke marveled at his body. She loved the thick patch of blond hair on his chest that Petered down to a thin line that ended at his cock. He sprawled out on her bed watching her, his dick hard and ready for her. Brooke pulled off her suit jacket and her blouse, she was just reaching for her bra, when Addison told her to stop.
“Leave it on,” he ordered, his voice husky with desire. “Take off everything except for that bra.”
Brooke winked at him. “Sure.”
Addison reclined on his back. “Come ride me.”
“Hold on. I need to get some condoms,” she said. She hurried over to her nightstand and rooted around for some protection. “Shit! I thought I had some.” She turned back to Addison. “Sorry babe, we can’t do anything.”
Addison gave her a tortured look. “I’ll pull out. I promise.”
“I don’t know…” She didn’t want to take the chance of getting pregnant again.
“Come on Brooke. I’ll pull out, for real. I’ll be really careful.”
Brooke eyed him skeptically. “I don’t know Addison. I don’t want another child.”
“And you won’t get one. I’ll pull out. I’ll promise.”
“Promise?”
“Yes I promise.”
Brooke bit the inside of her bottom lip while she considered the situation. “You promise right? You’re gonna pull out?”
“I will. Come on.”
“Okay.”
Brooke moved over to the bed. “Get on top of me,” Addison demanded.
Brooke climbed on top of Addison, grabbed his dick, and she slowly lowered herself on it.
Addison inhaled sharply when he was inside her hot tunnel. She slowly moved her hips, giving herself time to enjoy his dick inside her. Addison grabbed her waist, and thrust upward, she groaned. Addison picked up his speed and she moved her hips to keep up with his. She threw her head back and rode him. Suddenly through her haze of desire, she heard Addison panting as his strokes became deeper. Her eyes snapped open and she struggled to get off him before he exploded in her. But Addison’s grip on her hips tightened. “Addison, let me up,” she shouted.
Addison kept moving, she continued to fight with him, but before she could get away, he gave one final thrust and shuddered.
He opened his eyes and grinned sheepishly at Brooke. “Oops.”
Chapter 9
Brooke peered out her car window, into the Kroger parking lot. Even though it was eight o’clock in the evening people were streaming in and out the grocery store as though it was the dinner rush. Palmer wanted to take her out to eat and she suggested that they meet in the parking lot of the popular grocery store. She certainly didn’t want him to know where she lived.
Brooke perused the area again, and with no sign of Palmer, she settled back in her seat. She was grateful to have her car back. Addison’s mechanic had fixed the problem and even some potential ones. Now her car was running like it was brand new.
She had finally worked up the nerve to call the recruiter, she had told her that she had been in an accident en route to the interview and had been too drugged up on pain medicine to call her. Brooke wasn’t sure if the recruiter believed her or not, but she had encouraged Brooke to continue to apply to open positions in their company.
It was too late to call Jaden. A bolt of sadness hit her heart. She missed her son. Ebony was making herself scarce. She hadn’t heard from her in a while. She made a note to herself to call her tomorrow, just to make sure she was doing okay. Her cell phone rang, jolting her.
“Where are you?” Palmer barked as soon as she answered.
“In the parking lot.”
She could hear Palmer sigh. “I know that, but what aisle.”
“I don’t know.”
“Well either get out your car or drive to the end of a row. I’m not going to spend my fucking night driving around a Kroger’s parking lot.”
Brooke rolled her eyes. There isn’t enough money in the world for this shit. “Hold on, I think I can see something from my car,” she muttered. She squinted and made out a number and she told him.
“I’ll be right there,” he said curtly and without a good bye he clicked off the phone.
A minute later he rolled up next to her. He impatiently motioned for her to get into his truck.
Brooke intentionally took her time collecting her items before getting out of her car then locking it. All the while she could feel Palmer glaring at her.
As soon as she slipped into his truck and slammed the door, he roared off, nearly hitting a couple of shoppers. “Be careful,” she murmured.
Palmer was quiet on the ride to the restaurant. Brooke tried to make conversation but after a few curt responses she stopped. “Maybe this isn’t a good night for you to go out. You can tak
e me back to my car and we can do it another night,” she offered.
Palmer grinned sheepishly, “I’m sorry, work was a bitch. I just finished with a conference call. I have some clients who are trying to pull out of a multi-million dollar deal. And if they do, I’m gonna have to sue their asses.”
Brooke smiled at him, content with his explanation. Fifteen minutes later they pulled up to a popular strip club that was infamous for having the most beautiful strippers and for being mentioned in dozens of rap songs.
Brooke turned to Palmer in shock. “I thought we were going out to eat,” she protested.
“They have food here. A very nice buffet, it’s actually pretty good.”
“But at a strip club, I can only imagine what body parts been shaking over that food and where the customer’s hands have been.” She made a face at the thought.
Palmer got out of his truck and slammed the door. After a few feet he turned around when he realized that she wasn’t walking next to him. He impatiently motioned for her to hurry up.
“Stop waving your arms at me like you’re a freaking crossing guard,” she mumbled before exiting Palmer’s truck. Brooke stumbled after him, her five-inch stilettoes weren’t made for chasing after a man. He patiently waited for her to catch up with him. And when she did, he continued strolling, without sparing her a glance.
When they got to the door, everybody greeted him like they were old friends. Palmer paid the cover charge for both of them and escorted her into the club.
After Brooke’s eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, she wanted to run the other way, this wasn’t what she was expecting when Palmer asked her out. They were in the main room with three different stages. Each stage was occupied by dancers, some were dancing with other women, some were scooping up money and some were dancing, doing acrobatic moves so complex that just by looking at them hurt her muscles.
Palmer found them a table in front of one of the stages. A waitress took their drink orders. Palmer pulled out a wad of money and peeled off several ones and fives.