by Carol May
As he lets my legs go, I slide down him which allows me to feel every inch of his deliciously hard body. With my feet firmly planted on the floor, his strong hands find my waist. As they move slowly down my hips, Blaine cups my butt pulling me even closer to him. My hands can no longer remain wrapped around his neck, I run them through those golden stands which allows me to complete the motion I have thought about multiple times tonight.
Taking the hem of my dress, he leisurely pulls it over my head. As it hits the floor, he takes a small step back. “Stand there, just a minute and let me take in the sight of you.” As his eyes travel the length of my body, I watch him devouring me.
Stepping back a little, he comments, "Damn, you are sexy as hell at this moment. The darkness of the room combined with the lights from the outer space has your body highlighted perfectly."
Running his hands across my shoulders and down my arms pulling them out toward him bringing my inner wrists up to kiss on each of them before the places my hands on his shoulders. Retracing his path back up my arms this time he is using his index fingers to drive me insane with the want of a greater touch. His hands stop to caress my breasts. “You have the right amount of curves. The way your breasts are shaped. They have driven me crazy all night as they have seemed to almost be spilling out of that thing you have had on.”
Smiling, I bite my lower lip as I stand here in front of him clad only in my black strapless bra and matching panties. I can't deny I am enjoying this. Smiling what I hope is a sexy smile, I respond with “that thing is called a dress. You know that.”
“I am not sure what I would call it but I know it has driven me crazy. The way it has clung to you in all the right places. The only description for the way it feels beneath my hands is erotic."
With a gleam in my eyes, I pull his shirt out from his pants, then move on to unbuttoning it. I can’t stop myself from running my palms across his chest. The power I feel radiating from him as I explore the firmness lying beneath my hands is almost more than I can take.
In one swift movement, I am pressed against the glass. His hands are on the wall above me as he leans down to kiss me. The tender assault has been replaced with a firm, passion driven one. Our desire and need for each other consumes us.
As we strip the other’s remaining clothes off, I have reached a peak of simple wanton desire. Nothing exists for me except Blaine Carlton and the burning fire that only he can extinguish. Picking me up, I wrap my legs around him, as he thrusts into me turning my flame to burning embers.
Chapter 23
Looking up as Lana enters my office to discuss the final copy of our presentation to The Blaine Company tomorrow, I notice she has a little extra bounce in her step. Wondering what or who has inspired her extra jolt of happiness, I can’t help but smile when I think about how many times she has been there for me, mentally as well as physically. I decided on my way in this morning to keep the events of last night to myself, at least for a few days. Just thinking about it causes my temperature to rise.
“Earth to Charli. Are you in there anywhere or is it a figment of my imagination that my best friend is in the room with me?”
Snapping out of my wandering mind, I reply, “Sorry about that. I zoned out for just a minute. I am having a difficult time staying focused today.”
Picking up the hard copy of the presentation, I pretend to focus on it but I have a sneaky feeling, Lana knows exactly what I am doing. “I believe we are ready. I know we are going a different way than we usually do but I believe the getaway to the mountains of East Tennessee will be a unique adventure.” Nodding in agreement, we continue to discuss the details of the presentation.
Leaning back in her chair, she asks, “Are you up for lunch later? It seems as if we haven’t spent much down time together since you got back.”
Feeling a tad guilty not telling her about last night, I say, “I know, I just really haven’t felt like doing much. I think lunch out of the office is a really good idea. I need about an hour before I can find a place to stop.” Deciding to eat at Jamaica Jane’s, I can already taste the jerk chicken. My mouth is beginning to water, attempting to refocus onto the work in front of me I lose track of time. Before I realize it, Lana buzzes me. As we are walking out of the office, I overhear Joan discussing what I think is our lunch plans. Surely, I misunderstood her.
I really like this place. As we are talking I casually say, “The strangest thing happened to me last night.” Not waiting for a response, I continue. “I was in the lobby of 303 and I was sure I heard your voice. I looked around but didn’t see you. I know that sounds crazy.”
With a really strange look on her face, Lana responds with, “Why would that be strange? Do you think you are the only one that has a right to know someone in that building?”
Almost choking on my food, I am taken aback at her. Where did that come from? “I didn’t mean to upset you. Of course, I don’t think that. Why would I? I just meant if you were in the building I would have thought you would have stopped by. That’s all.” At this moment, the tension between us could be cut with a knife. The strangest thing is all I said was I thought I heard her. Why in the world would she think that I think she has no right to know someone in 303? Strange thing is I always imagined her living in a place like it back when we were in college.
Looking at Lana for what I know is only a few seconds but feels like minutes I ask, “Alright, what is up? You are acting very strange not at all like yourself. Don’t tell me nothing, I have known you far too long for that.” I am glad we came in when we did most of the lunch crowd has come and gone which actually means if this conversation continues the way it is starting then only a few people will be exposed to what could turn ugly quickly.
With an odd look her on face, she sits staring at me. Finally my best friend answers, “I had hoped you wouldn’t find out for awhile but yes, I was at Dade 303 last night.”
“I knew it. I knew it. Where were you? I turned around and didn’t see you anywhere.” Without waiting for her to answer, I continue, “Why in the world would you hope I wouldn’t find out for awhile? That is simply crazy. Why wouldn’t you want me to know you were there? Who were you with?”
Sitting there without saying a word, she closes her eyes and screws her mouth up in the strangest way. Suddenly, the fork stops halfway to my mouth, I drop it as I say, “Oh, hell no! No you didn’t. You bitch! You are my best friend.” Trying to stand, I can’t get up fast enough from the table. Looking at her I say with as much venom as I can muster, "you can pay for my lunch.” I can’t get out of here fast enough. I am almost running. Somewhere behind me, I think I hear her say, “I’m sorry.”
Pushing out the door, I can barely see for the saltwater river flowing down my cheeks. I practically run down the sidewalk trying to get as far away from her as possible. Finally, I duck into a shop which provides me some cover along with an opportunity to stop the tears. The man at the register must think I am completely psycho. I look at him. He is looking at me. I say, “Damn stock market.”
He makes a funny face and says, “I hear ya.” Trying to ignore me, he pretends to be straightening up items but I know he is watching the crazy woman by the door. Finally, I am composed enough to leave. I walk over to the counter purchase the pack of tissues I ripped open when I entered and exit the building. Leaving the little exotic man with a story about the crazy woman that I have no doubt he will repeat multiple times to all his friends. I can only how big of a tale it will grow into each time it is told.
Stepping onto the sidewalk, I whistle the way that bitch taught me in order to stop a taxi. As I get in, I see her walking out of the restaurant on her phone. The sight of her makes me sick. Directing the driver, I lay my head back against the seat simply shaking it.
Chapter 24
Those little inner voices that I have which keep me balanced generally are completely silent. It doesn’t take long for us to reach our destination. Opening the door, I practically sprint into the building.
Stopping at the desk briefly, I head toward the elevator. Just after the doors close, my conscience starts. "What in the world am I doing? I am not sure this is such a good idea."
Just as I step off the elevator, it hits me. What am I doing? I am not sure I can go through with this. How can I doubt this after what just happened. Oh yes, I can do this. I actually need this. The secretary asks, “May I help you?”
“Will you please tell him, Charli Jensen is here and that I would like to see him. I understand I don’t have an appointment but I think he will agree to see me.”
Smiling softly she replies, “Yes, Ma'am but may I suggest that a quick trip to the ladies to freshen up might be your best bet before going in.”
Looking at her for just a second, I nod my head in agreement. Following her directions, I turn and head down the hall. Returning about ten minutes later, I smile saying, “Thanks.”
Smiling back at me, she calls back announcing me, looking up our eyes meet as she pushes a button under her desk, “Please go on back.”
Just as I reach the door, it opens and there he stands. Blaine Carlton in all his glory. My Lord, he is gorgeous. His tie is loosened just a bit allowing his top button to be undone.
“Charli, to what do I owe this pleasant surprise to?”
Closing his door, I look up and ask him, “Can this door be locked from inside?”
“Yes. Why?”
“This is why," I say. Looking around the room I smile as I walk toward his desk dropping my purse in a chair. Then, pulling my sleeveless shell up and over my head. As it falls to the floor, I have begun what I hope is a wantonness striptease. “Remember, when you ask me if we would ever fuck? Well, last night was a yes. Today it is a hell yes.” Continuing to the desk, I stop turn and meet his eyes with a smoldering look of my own.
Almost melting in his loafers, he manages to convey, “Top, right drawer is where you’ll find the remote for the door.”
Remote in hand, I lock the door and continue with this rendezvous. Blaine hasn’t moved from the spot he was in when I blew into the room. Motioning to his desk chair, I indicate for him to sit. He covers the distance of the room in four easy strides. As he sits, I begin my assault. Taking a few small steps backward, I slowly remove my slim, dark purple, ankle pants all the while keeping our eyes locked. Slipping my heels back on, I stand before him in my demi bra and boy cut panties. Just like I did last night. The only difference is I am in charge.
Just as I gently lick my lower lip Blaine asks, “Charli, are you trying to give me a heart attack?"
Smiling as I step forward I respond with, "It isn't a heart attack that I want to give you. I can assure you."
"It might not be what you want to give me but I can assure you at this moment it is beating so hard it might come out of my chest."
Still standing a few steps away, he watches me as my brazen hands move up to my breasts to gently stroke them as I say, "Oh. I had hoped by now some other part of your body would be hard as well."
Laying his head back against the headrest of his chair, Blaine continues with a voice not entirely steady, "Come on over here and put those maddening hands on me to find out if you have succeeded."
Moving to Blaine our eyes remain locked. Opening his mouth to speak, I prevent it as I bend over quieting him with a long slow kiss sending a shudder of desire through both of our bodies. I straddle his lap, pressing my core against him as if I am imploring him to grow even harder.
When he opens the door an hour later, we are stress free thanks to the shuddering climax both of us just experienced. Walking me to the elevator, he leans into me saying, “I have no idea what caused that but I sure am glad you came here to release that pent up energy. You are always welcome here any time, especially for that. Are we still on for tonight?”
With a grin that would make a Cheshire cat jealous, I answer, “Of course, Darlin. Pick me up around nine, at 303.”
On the ride down, I decide to make another stop.
Chapter 25
Standing outside of this building is one of the last places I ever imagined myself being. Taking a deep breath, I push the door open and enter the lobby. It is just as I remember. I walk to the elevator and push the button for the thirtieth floor. Standing in the back of the elevator, I flash back to the first time we came here for a presentation to Blaine’s Miami office.
Since that day, he has moved his offices to the newest professional building in the city. I found it to be just as sleek and modern as Blaine. I believe it is probably a better fit for him. He seems to like sleek modern toys.
The elevator car reaches it’s destination. I am not sure I can do this but how can I not? Stepping out of the elevator, I am in for quite a shock when Houston is standing in his outer office. Looking up, our eyes meet. This is just about the same time I begin to question if this is a sane thing to do.
“Charli?”
“Yes, Houston, it is me. I took a chance that you were in Miami. I was hoping to have a word with you.”
Nodding his head, he turns toward his office but I stop him, “Not in there, please.”
Stopping in his tracks, he looks back at me saying, “Of course not.” Looking down the hall, we move to one of the conference rooms. Opening the door, we step in.
Always the polite one, pulling out a chair for me, he says, “Let’s sit down. What can I do for you? Is everything alright? Are you alright?”
With a bitter laugh, I shake my head. “Physically, yes I am fine. Nice of you to ask. To answer your other question, no everything's not alright. I just wanted you to know something."
Giving me a strange look he says, "Alright. What is it that you wanted me to know?"
Without hesitating, the words spill out. "I fucked someone last night also." Continuing on without giving him any opportunity to respond I say, "Just so you know, I just left his office where we did a repeat performance today. If you think what you did bothers me then the final joke's on you. I thought we said our goodbyes in Salinas. I would never have thought you would do something so low. I suppose I shouldn't actually be surprised. The man I thought you were is truly a figment of my imagination.”
Standing, I walk toward the door, stopping just before opening it, without turning I ask, “What is it Houston? Cat got your tongue? That seems to be a thing with you, doesn’t it? The last time I left this forsaken office, you sat and said nothing. You have betrayed me once again.”
Just as I reach for the doorknob, I feel his hand on my arm. Through clinched teeth, he says, “Oh, no you don’t my little hellcat. If you are quite finished, I have a great deal to say to you. Now, sit that tantalizing ass down." Continuing on in a menacing tone, "If you know what is good for you, you will do exactly as I just instructed. If you dare to leave this room, I will have someone track you down, bring you to me and then, I will turn you over my knee and bust that simply gorgeous ass of yours.” When I turn to look at the man that I once believed I would spend the remainder of my life with, I see the look of the devil in those chocolate eyes that continue to haunt me. Deciding it just might be in my best interest to follow his directions, I return to the chair I just vacated. Sitting down, I close my eyes to brace myself for what is coming.
“What in the world is wrong with you? I have no idea what you are referring to.” Leaning back in his chair, we square off looking at each other as if we are preparing for battle. I am determined not to say another word. It takes him a minute or two to continue. Typical Houston. Forming his words, ensuring they are the correct ones. Finally, he speaks. “Now that you have calmed down, would you like to tell me what in the world you are referring to?”
Squinting my eyes, I lift my chin just a little as the words seem to flow out. “You know exactly what I am talking about. I have no idea who I should be the most upset with, you or her but at the moment, it is you. How could you do it? Bring her to Dade 303. Did you not think that there was the slightest possibility that I might run into the two of you? Do you have a place there?
Oh my God, if I had got off the elevator a few minutes later, I would have...” Suddenly, I feel as if I am going to be sick, really sick. I have a picture of Houston making love to my best friend.
Chapter 26
“Woman, would you shut up for a minute and listen to what I am telling you. See past your disgust for me and hear what I am saying. I was not at 303 last night. I have not been there in months." Taking only a second his rebuttal to my accusations continues, "Why in the world would you think I have a place there? Who is it that I am suppose to have slept with last night?”
"Really Houston? Can I possibly believe what you have just said? I thought we had laid it all to rest back in Salinas but I suppose. I was wrong. "
I am interrupted by a frantic knock on the door. With a tone of voice that I have only heard once from Houston. It was that fateful night months ago. The fire in his eyes matches the anger in his voce as he asks, “Yes, what is it?”
Opening the door slowly is the woman from the outer desk. “Mr. Donovan, I am very sorry to interrupt you but there is an urgent call on your private line from your Mother’s husband.”
Looking from the woman to me, Houston says, “Don’t leave. I want to get this cleared up. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” was my only response.
A few minutes later, my inner voice begins to question my actions, “What in the world are we doing? Let’s get out of here.” As I stand, Houston jerks open the door. His face is pale. “Charli, my Mother has been in an accident. According to Mitchell, her current husband, a very serious accident. I have phoned my pilot to meet me at the air strip, I am leaving for New York.”
All I can manage to say is, “Oh my God Houston. Is there anything I can do?”
Scanning my face and before I realize what is happening, he takes me in his arms and kisses me. The reason for me being here fades from my mind. The only thing I can think is his arms feel so good! There is no way I can deny it. The kiss is filled with uncertainty. Pulling away, he flashes me a semi-smile, “You just did it. We will talk another time. This is not a conversation I want to continue over the phone or through any type of video technology. We must be in the room together. Believe me, you are wrong in your assumptions about last night. Now, I have to go. Jeff is downstairs.”