Mr. Right.com

by Watts, Rebecca K.

  “You mean all that freaky stuff you do on the site, you never did with him? Is he insane?”

  “It was all about Travis.”

  He stood with his arms out. “Give me a hug. If you weren’t my best friend, I would marry you right now.”

  “Shut up, fool.” She gave him a playful swat. He had a way of making her feel better. It was good to have someone to share her secret with.

  “Is there anything else I need to know?”

  Yes, I have been meeting men online and having sex with them. “No.”

  “Good, because I don’t think I can take much more. This one almost gave me a heart attack. I was scared to tell you that I knew, but it wouldn’t have been right.”

  Devon paid the tab, and he dropped her off in front of her office building.

  “And who was that?” Anita was on her the second she made it up to their floor.

  “Don’t you have some work to do, Miss Dunn?”

  “Oh no. You’re not getting off with trying to pull the boss card. I still have five more minutes for lunch, and I’m going to spend them up in your face. Spill the info, woman.” Anita followed Olivia to her office.

  Olivia sighed, knowing Anita wasn’t going to give in. “That’s Devon.”

  “Your best friend, Devon?” Her eyes grew big. You did not tell me he was gorgeous. From the way you talked about him I thought he was ugly or gay.” She poked out her lip.

  “Stop the pretend pouting. Gay?”

  “You know a male best friend?” She raised her eyebrows for emphasis and lowered her voice. “Someone you used to spend the night with. He takes you out to eat, never tries anything with you. That sounds like a gay man to me, but what I saw outside was all man. I would love to show him a thing or two.”

  Cutting her eyes, Olivia said, “I bet you would. Devon loves women of all nationalities. You could be the green alien female off of Star Trek, and he wouldn’t care.”

  “Are you going to hook me up or what?”

  “Or what. I am not playing matchmaker for you. You have to do your own dirt and damage. I won’t be the one you blame when things don’t go your way.”

  Anita placed a hand on her hip. “I’m not asking to marry the man. I just want to see what he’s like in the bedroom.”

  “Even more reason for me to say no. He is not a one-night-stand type of guy.” Olivia had chosen her words carefully. She wasn’t trying to offend her, but Anita would never be the person she set her best friend up with. Anita used men and behaved like a groupie.

  Olivia logged back into her computer. Anita took the hint and left. Moments later, Olivia received an interoffice email from Anita. Inside was a smiley face with the tongue sticking out. She laughed and pulled up her next assignment.

  Her stomach was a little queasy at Devon’s admission, but he promised to never watch her again. The more she concentrated on work, the less she thought about it. Though she wasn’t going to the Atlanta conference, she still was tasked with a lot of work because of it.

  Hours later, she managed to complete the report right before it was time to head out. She clicked send on the email to her boss and was about to log off.

  “Olivia, do you have a minute?” Steve Hanley, the assistant regional director and her boss, said.

  “Sure.” Why did you wait until it was time to go?

  “I know I told you the D.C. conference was the last one, but I need you to do the Atlanta one as well.”

  She held back a sigh. “Mr. Hanley, do you realize that when I go to these conferences I’m the only HR manager there? Everyone else is either the assistant director, a coordinator or higher.”

  “I understand that. The rest of us are swamped, and…you’ve been requested.” He sounded like he was choking on the words as they came out his mouth. “By the managing director. It seems if you’ve made quite the impression on some people. The conference is in two weeks. I’ll email you all the details that were sent to me.”

  Olivia knew he wasn’t happy with the decision. Mr. Hanley was from Atlanta and had planned on turning the trip into a vacation.

  “I will be looking forward to it.” She smiled. “Have a nice evening.”

  He said nothing as he turned and walked away from her office. On the other hand, Olivia was all smiles. She couldn’t wait to see Richard again. Having his body next to hers was long overdue.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Olivia sat on the plane with her mouth wide open as she stared at her check for over six thousand dollars from The Playhouse. Before heading out to the airport, she grabbed the mail and shoved it in her purse. With the plane comfortably in the air, she pulled out the mail, expecting it to be her normally mix of monthly bills.

  Noticing the question mark look on the woman’s face next to her, she closed her mouth and slid the check back in her purse. The woman’s eyes went back to her eReader. Olivia never expected the money to be so much. Outside of the weekends, she was only able to log on for two to three hours a day. She could only imagine what type of checks the full-time girls were getting.

  The amount was almost what she made as a Human Resources Manager, more once taxes were factored in. Her day job was more than enough to cover the bills and save, but now Olivia could do whatever she wanted, without feeling guilty about putting away for the future. She was going on a shopping spree as soon as she had a free moment.

  Olivia relaxed in her seat until the plane landed. She collected her bags and rented a Lincoln Town car to take her to the hotel instead of taking a cab. The driver was friendly and didn’t ask a million questions, or try to scare her with his driving. Sitting back, she took in the tall buildings and colorful landscaping as it passed by. Atlanta was a beautiful city.

  The chime on her cell phone pulled her eyes from the window. A text from Richard. She smiled while reading it.

  What time does your flight land?

  Already here. On way to hotel.

  Delayed. Storms. May not leave until morning.

  Her smile faded a little.Okay, see you then.

  The car came to a rest, and she realized she was in front of the hotel. Once again, her employers had chosen a five-star establishment. Inside, there were several lounge areas and escalators leading up to three levels filled with restaurants, bars, and clubs. Even from the lobby, she could see part of the large flat screen TV on the bar on the second floor.

  Olivia checked in with one of the pleasant hotel personnel. When she finished, an attendant packed her luggage on a cart and wheeled it to her suite. She made herself comfortable. Her living space was way more than what she needed. The room was divided. On one side lay a modern living room and the other the bedroom. If she wanted company, she could let them in and close the door to the sleeping area. A desk was set up in the living room behind a bar-sized wall, a mini office. There was also a kitchen area. She was impressed.

  She stood in front of the window for a moment, gazing over the Atlanta skyline. Dark clouds in the distance indicated rain was imminent. The rain would put a damper on her shopping spree. Olivia decided to freshen up and look around the hotel.

  They had three restaurants. One was an upscale specializing in steak and seafood. Another was a sports bar and grill, and the last served Italian cuisine. The main bar resembled a small club. It was out in the open. The big screen she’d noticed earlier was actually a projector located on the back wall of the dance floor.

  Her growling stomach lured her into the steak and seafood restaurant. A bright-eyed hosted guided Olivia to a table and took her drink order.

  “Your waiter will be with you soon,” the woman said before leaving Olivia to read over the menu.

  Everything looked delicious, but the roasted duck in strawberry sauce caught her attention. It came with mixed vegetables and garlic mashed potatoes.

  “Will there be anything else?” the waiter said, setting the plate in front of her.

  “No thank you,” she said.

  The first bite made her want to do the
happy dance. It was tender and seasoned to perfection. She’d had duck prepared different ways, but this was by far the best.

  “From the smile on your face, I can see you are enjoying the food.” Her waiter refilled her glass of mango tea.

  With a mouth full of food, Olivia nodded.

  Jet lag was kicking in, and she need to relax. From experience and reading numerous books on the topic, she had found that having an orgasm did the trick. When she was finished, she paid the hefty tab and went to her room to log in some time on The Playhouse. Once Richard arrived, she doubted if she’d get in many hours, plus she wanted to get out and see the city.

  With a swift movement of the hand, Olivia was logged in with a private chat in no time.

  “You want to see how wet you have me?” she asked her client.

  Yes, he typed back.

  She pulled both of her fingers out her hole. Holding the up to the camera, she flashed him the juices running down them.

  Suck on them.

  Olivia stuck a finger in her mouth and pulled it out slowly.

  Now turned around, bend over, and play with it.

  She faced the back of the couch.

  “You like what you see, baby?” she asked.

  Knock, knock, knock.

  Someone’s at your door. I want them to see you cum.

  Olivia moaned, feigning an orgasm. “Too late.” She smiled.

  Session ended.

  “Just a minute,” she hollered while putting on her robe. She went to the door. “Richard? I thought your plane wasn’t leaving until the morning.”

  His solemn face greeted her. “I thought so too, but the weather broke. Do you have company or something?” She caught him looking past her as he gave her a hug.

  “No. Come in.”

  Richard’s eyes went to her open laptop monitor. She closed it and took a seat, patting the space next to her.

  “You were in a chat room?”

  She nodded.

  “Oh, I thought I had a bit of competition going on.”

  “Do I sense some jealousy?” She smirked.

  “A little. I’d like to think this was our thing.” He moved in closer to her, kissing her neck.

  Holding her hands in her lap and shrugging her shoulders, she said. “Well, as you can see, no one is here.”

  “Were you getting ready for bed?” He untied her robe.

  “Not yet, but soon. Why?”

  “You’re in a bathrobe.”

  “I was just relaxing.”

  “No, love you were doing more than relaxing.” He slid his hand between her legs. “You’re already wet. I can smell your scent. It was driving me crazy from the moment you opened the door.”

  He pulled her from the couch and guided her to the counter with the small sink. Richard removed her robe and hosted her up. Putting his head between her thighs, he slurped at her flowing juices. Olivia’s body involuntarily arched up, making his tongue go in deeper. No more pretending, she cried out, releasing her long-awaited orgasm.

  Her body still quivering, Richard leaned her back on the counter and slid his rod inside. It was a tight fit, but it loosened up, allowing her to take in his full girth. He started moving inside her, slowly at first, then picking up speed.

  Olivia wrapped her arms around him. She matched him stroke for stroke. He picked her up, still thrusting, and carried her across the room. Once at the bed, he sat down. Olivia took charge, riding him. She braced her hands on his chest, balanced on her toes, and bounced on him.

  “That’s feels so good,” he whispered.

  Looking deep into his eyes, she smiled while letting out moans. Adjusting her position, she turned around and rode him backwards. His rod curved perfectly inside her. With each thrust, she felt herself slipping over the edge as he stroked her G-spot.

  “Oh, baby! I’m about to cum!” she cried.

  Richard grabbed the back of her neck, arching her back further. “Cum for me. Let it go.”

  “Argh. Here it comes, baby!”

  Her vaginal walls tensed up, capturing his rod, and then releasing it. Richard rolled forward and pushed her on flat on the bed. He laid his body on her and pumped her from behind. She squeezed her ass cheeks and vaginal walls, practicing kegel movements.

  Richard licked her neck and nibble on her earlobe. “You’re amazing.”

  Olivia continued milking his dick while he worked her nectar. She could feel her vaginal lips swelling from the action. Playing with herself was one thing. Actual penetration had been lacking. Ignoring the swelling, she stuck her ass out, allowing him more access.

  Massaging her ass, he sexed her hard. He took one hand, reached under her, and rubbed her clit.

  “You’re going to cum again,” he said.

  In between pants, she said, “I don’t think I can.”

  “You can and you will because I won’t stop until you do,” he whispered.

  He pulled out and guided her up on her knees while continuing to massage her clit. With his other hand, he traced the outline of her brown box. Richard inserted a finger. She tensed to his touch. No one had ever dared go there.

  “Relax, babe.”

  “I…I…can’t.”

  She felt his tongue on her moisture. Richard sucked her clit and tongued her pussy. Her body relaxed, and his finger slid in further. He licked her and fingered her ass at the same time. The pain and pleasure of it made her scream out.

  “Oh shit…oh shit.”

  “Somebody likes it,” he said. “Tell me you like it.”

  “Oh shit.”

  He pumped harder.

  “I like it!” she cried as she reached her climax again. Juices squirted out of her and on to the bed.

  Richard replaced his tongue with his dick and removed his finger from her brown hole. Grabbing her waist, he pumped into her. He went faster and harder than he’d ever gone with her. Olivia grabbed his thighs and held on.

  “Aargh…baby…yes! I’m cumming!” Richard pulled out and exploded on her ass.

  Olivia collapsed down on the bed with him next to her. They panted, gasping for air.

  Between breaths, he said, “Sorry, baby. I just couldn’t help it. I have been thinking about being inside you for the past few weeks. Then I come to your room, and I could smell it calling out to me. I lost it.”

  “It’s okay.” She gave him a kiss.

  “No, it’s not. You deserve better from me.”

  She looked into his eyes and saw sadness. “What’s wrong?”

  “I had every intention on actually holding a conversation with you. I want to get to know you. This…” He pointed at the both of them. “This isn’t who I am.”

  Olivia crossed her arm, going on the defense. “What do you mean?”

  “Yes, I’ve had one night stands, but I knew from the moment I met you that you were more than that.”

  She softened.

  “Do you know that I love seeing your names on the reports? When I heard you weren’t coming to the conference, I had to fix it. I needed to see you.” He pulled her in his arms to him. “We have a lot of things to discuss, darling.”

  She kissed him. “Well, we’re here now, let’s talk.”

  He looked at his watch. “I wish. I still need to get something to eat and prepare for my presentation. I promise you’ll get more of my time tomorrow.”

  Richard got out the bed and put on his clothes. Olivia stood there, dumbfounded. One minute he was upset because they hadn’t talked first, but now he was leaving. She looked at the time. He was right; it was late.

  Giving him one last kiss, she let him out the door. She washed up and got under the covers, falling into a comfortable deep sleep.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Olivia woke up bright and early. She had to ensure she ate breakfast before her torture began. Sitting through the meetings was like dying a slow and cruel death. She ate a turkey sausage and cheese omelet, wheat toast, fruit, with cranberry mixed with grape juice to wash it down.


  “It’s nice to see you before the meeting started,” Richard said as she refilled her glass of juice. He came up behind her, brushing against her as he filled his own glass.

  She blushed. “Nice to see you too.”

  Richard lowered his voice. “I’m glad I made a few calls and added you. I made it a point to say you already had the experience and that your input would be invaluable.”

  They moved out of the way to allow others to utilize the despiser.

  “But I barely said two words during the last conference.” She tried to hold back her smile but couldn’t. Richard looked nice in his tailor-made suit.

  “You’re wrong. You not only caught my attention, but you caught the other branches when you ate dinner with us. You remember the Michigan director? He was very impressed with you. And…I wanted to see you again.”

  “Ah, the truth comes out.” Her smile grew wider.

  “Yes, but we better get going before we are late. I know we still have ten minutes, but it’s more important for us to always be early.”

  Who was he telling? Olivia played that game on a daily basis in her office. Everyone else could be late, but if you’re black, you better be early. Her peers acted like it was the end of the world if she showed up right on time. They’d stare her down until she took her seat and then make snide comments during the meeting on how she didn’t need to be in charge of a project because she had issues with time. She was on time once and never again.

  Olivia swallowed her juice, set the glass down, and followed him to the conference room. She was surprised at the different setup. Instead of oval tables for eight to ten people, there were small square tables for two, facing the front of the room.

  She found her name on her assigned seat. They all sat in order of merit. All the CEO, COO, and managing director were seated toward the front, followed by regional directors, and then assistants and associates. She was mixed in with the assistants, in the second to last row. She wondered if they just left her in Mr. Hanley’s original seat or did they put her as far back as they could without making her the outcast.