Missy Mischief

by Victoria Snow

  7

  Ollie (Thursday)

  I arrived early, trying to secure a safe as possible parking space for my new Lamborghini. I had had it out today to impress some friends of mine for breakfast, not thinking about the location of the meeting after. It was a far cry from the beauty and sanctity of the Garden district, where exquisite and elegant mansions graced its tree line streets. Exasperated, realizing there really wasn’t such a safe spot to go, I parked, reminding myself this was my whole reason for being here. The project was meant to give back and create safe, affordable housing for those in need and help clean up the area, and I should be grateful for the life I had built and had because not everyone had it easy. The only thing missing from my little life equation? Was someone to share it with.I headed up the walk to the grungy office, which was a converted house with a sagging roof and peeling paint. Even the golden chrome on the door handle had eroded, leaving the brass of the fixture showing through. The place was in bad shape, and it was no wonder why the area needed our assistance. Though I wasn’t normally the giving type, glancing over my surroundings, it really made me contemplate what life could have been like for me if I hadn’t come from money. I shuddered at the thought as I grabbed the door handle and opened the door. As I entered, I was greeted by a young gentleman in a button up shirt and slacks.“Hello and welcome to The Rouge Foundation!” He said enthusiastically, “What can I help you with today sir?”“Well, I am here to see Director Greenburg, we have an appointment at eleven.” I smiled weakly; the internals of the building just as raggedy as the outside. I felt uncomfortable in such conditions, but I tried my best not to show it and insult the young man before me. For all I knew he lived there.“Oh! Okay yeah sure,” He smiled, “Follow me this way.” We made our way down the hallway and up a narrow flight of rickety stairs, my heart pounding as every step creaked. The place seemed like such a hazard, it was a wonder they hadn’t took some of their fundraising and bought a better and safer facility. He shuffled to the side as we got to the top of the steps, motioning towards the director’s door to the left of the top. There was a silver plate hanging on the door, R. Greenburg. I gave the young gentleman a nod and we shuffled around each other in the narrow hallway. I knocked and to my surprised, a woman’s voice called back from behind the door. “Come in!” I opened it and to my surprise, found a young woman, no older than Kat sitting behind the desk. Expecting to see a man in a business suit, I was shocked to see her there, in a tank top, army jacket and jeans. Her hair coifed and dyed in a pink mohawk. I looked her over very skeptically. This could not be the director of the program. Where was the professionalism? Then again, I don’t know why I expected her to be male or dressed to the nines. Women were a big influence now in the business world, and not to mention, this was a non-profit organization. We were building housing for the poor, the less fortunate and regular everyday men and women. Not going out to the opera or opening a set of those luxury apartments I had originally wanted to build there. The resulting compulsion to roll my eyes at the thought that we were actually doing this was something I had to resist intensely, standing before her.

  “Hello Miss Director, I am Oliver Price, one of the investors in the project.” “You can call me Renn,” She said, reaching a handout. I took her hand and mine and shook it and was surprised at the strength of her grasp. “Have a seat!” She smiled warmly, her blue eyes crinkling as she did so. She was very cute, but not at all in the same league of vixen as Kat. I took a look at the rickety, mismatched chairs she pointed towards, trying to judge which one was the sturdiest. I settled on the red one and sat in front of Renn and her scratched up desk. “I was under the impression there would be more of you, Mister Price.”“You may call me Oliver, Miss Renn.” I looked to the door and nodded, “I am just the first, I have a pathological aversion to tardiness.” Renn looked amused, chuckling at my words. “I have a pathological aversion too, but mines towards bill collectors.” We both shared a hearty laugh as the door opened, clanking against the back of my chair. “Oh! Jeeze I am so sorry Ollie!” It was worrisome how warm and fuzzy the sound of Kat’s voice made me, like a tidal wave flowing through my body. Especially since the other day when she had fallen, her papers scattered all around her, her ass accentuated by that tight suit skirt as she bent to pick up the papers. No matter how much I had tried, I couldn’t see Kat as the same little girl who I had watched grown up. The little girl who was so obsessed with ponies one summer, and I had let her use my family’s stables to learn how to ride, her braided pigtails flowing in the breeze as she soon mastered riding. She looked like a champion horse rider back then, so proud, her grin of pride big and wide, showing that she was missing one of her front teeth. It had all started when she had got home from college, and as time went on, the feelings I had kept getting stronger. She would come to the Billionaire’s Club, dressed in tight fitting dresses, and my mind couldn’t stray from the idea of what her knockout, curvy body looked like under those clothes. As she came into the office, a big, sweet smile on her face, it was all I could do not to take hold of her and kiss her.

  “Hey guys!” She said excitedly, taking the chair right next to me. “I knew you would be here before anyone else, Ollie. You can’t stand being late!” I grinned, surprised she had even taken notice of that about me. It was heartwarming.“Well, it’s just one of my many faults, Miss Grace.” I chuckled.“Like your inability to show up anywhere dressed anything less than flawlessly, huh?” She giggled at me. I laughed and adjusted my pocket square, the clomping of feet on the stairs signaling that the poor boy turned rich jerk Pierce had arrived. I sighed quietly to myself and he opened the door sheepishly, peeking in.

  “Am I late to the party?” Pierce joked, giving a sly little wink to everyone. For someone who went on and on about hating fake people, he sure knew how to fake it when the occasion rose. Noticing there were no chairs left, he stood next to Kat. As Pierce introduced himself to Renn, and she to him, I leaned over to Kat and asked her if her father was showing up. “Nope!” She shrugged, excitement still dripping from her voice. “He has completely handed his aspect of the project over to me!” My heart sank into my chest and anxiety took over. Christ, without Michael there as a buffer and a constant morality check, it was going to be extremely hard to resist Kat and her womanly wilds. Especially after I had caught her the other day, looking into those green eyes of hers. I had wanted to take her to the boardroom we had been in for our meeting, bending her over the end and letting her have it. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself before I caused an unneeded and awkward disruption at the meeting with the Renn.

  “Welp,” Renn grinned, looking over the three of us. “Let’s talk shop then. We live in a highly populated area with not many options for poor families to affordably live in a safe environment. Thousands of families are homeless, many more struggling to keep the lights, on if they can somehow afford the high rent rates here or they get lucky and find some jerk of a slumlord to rent from.” She frowned. “Tons of parents have to work two or more jobs just to make ends meet and provide for their families, and a lot of them cannot afford childcare so still only one parent can work while the other stays home and takes care of the kids. Everyone should have a good life. If doesn’t have to be lavish or high society, but it needs to be safe. It needs to be happy and a great place to live and raise those children. To have time for family.” I nodded, impressed by Renn’s passion for the project. You could really tell that this was something close to her heart. “I have a map here where I think is the best high impact area where we could develop.” We all eyed the map, and it wasn’t long until Pierce chimed in. “From the looks of it, the land prices in that area are very depressed, and we could likely get a large parcel for the project at a bargain.” “Mhmm!” Renn nodded, “It’s also an economic opportunity zone that qualifies for both federal and state tax incentives.” Now we were talking. “I know a real estate agent in the area that I can connect with and see about any available properties in the are
a.” I grinned, the thought that this could actually be lucrative as well as helpful had me a bit more interested. “I would love to stay on the project, if possible, as an advisor. I would like to help steer the resources we are building to those the most in need.” Renn smiled. “I don’t see any problem with that, Renn!” Pierce smiled back, extending a hand and she shook it. “I hate to deal and run, but I have another meeting I have to make! It was really nice meeting you Renn!”“It was nice meeting you, Pierce!” She called after him as he went out the door. “It was nice meeting you too! I hope everyone has a beautiful day!” Pierce peeked back in and smiled before closing the door, his footfalls fastly moving down the stairs until the disappeared completely. Three was a party, and now it was only Renn, Kat and I. But I only had eyes for one person- Kat.

  8

  Kat (Thursday)

  “I am so excited about this project; I really think we can do a lot of good here.” I smiled at Renn, holding my hand out to shake hers. “Thank you so much for your help! We are glad to have you aboard!” As I shook her hand, I noticed the nice running shoes she had on. “Oh wow! Are those a pair of those rare Balenciaga’s?” “I have no idea honestly,” Renn looked at her feet. “I picked them up from a thrift store downtown. I don’t really have the money for designer shoes.” I felt like a complete jerk, not thinking about what I had said before I said it. I probably sounded like a complete and utter privileged brat. “I am going to go outside and make a few calls before I run, but it was very nice meeting you, Miss Renn. I am quite impressed with what you have going on here.”Ollie grinned, heading for the door. “Thank you so much, Oliver! It was nice to meet you.”“I’m sure we will be seeing each other again very soon Miss Renn, keep in touch” Ollie said, motioning to his phone as he shut the door. And then there were two.

  “So, now that everyone else has left, I wanted to ask you a question.” Renn said, her smile turning into a more serious look. I swallowed as I stood there, her eyes locked on me, feeling like she was burning a hole into me. “Are you here as part of some school project or something? An internship?” I could feel my anxiety and annoyance rise. She thought that I wasn’t serious about the project. That I was some rich, bumbling little brat.“No! I am representing my fathers’ company, Grace Industries.” I smiled, gritting my teeth. Knowing that this pink mohawked, tough chick thought I was some stupid bimbo boiled me. “Ah, I see…I should have assumed from the last name here.” Renn nodded, her mouth in a flatline. “Well it was nice to meet you, Kat.”“Nice to meet you as well, Renn” I muttered back, trying my best not to make my voice sound like it was made of ice. Just because I was rich and appreciated good fashion didn’t make me some little kid who is just pretending to work. I knew my stuff, hell I was the one that started the ball rolling for crying out loud. The fact that Renn would even question by dedication pissed me off. I walked out the door, closing the door gently, and cursed under my breath all the way down the stairs. As I made it to the porch, I spotted Ollie, still standing on the wobbly porch, finishing up a phone call with the realtor he had mentioned.

  “Hey! Can I walk to you to your car, Kat? It’s a bit dangerous around here for a lady to be walking around, especially as nicely dressed as you are.” Ollie called to me, following me as I headed down the porch’s uneven steps. “I don’t have a car here, the driver dropped me off and went across town to pick up my father, who had a meeting as well. I can just call for a car and wait on the porch.” I smiled weakly. Even if I didn’t have the car, Ubering wasn’t exactly my style and I was a bit nervous about it around here. Not that I minded if the car was a bit beat up. A lot of my friends in college drove shit boxes with rust and different colored doors. But in this area, who knows what kind of driver you’d get. But that was all part of my grand scheme, and I grinned as he insisted otherwise.

  “Absolutely not, Miss Kat, now I insist. It’s not like you live that far from where I do.”

  “Well, alright, if wouldn’t be too much trouble.” I smiled, Ollie linking his arm with mine and guiding me to his purple Lamborghini and helping me in. It was almost comical to see such a ridiculous car in this neighborhood, and I stifled a laugh. I wondered why he hadn’t just drove the Lexus. It was a lot roomier, but if I had my way, we would make do. As we started off towards my house, the rain came pouring like cats and dogs, and the visibility was zero to none. Good old Louisiana had done me a solid, and Ollie pulled over, unable to see the road and travel safely. “I can’t see a damn thing!” He tapped the steering wheel as he parked, “Holy crap that storm came on fast.”“Yeah it did!” I laughed, “But that’s Louisiana for you.” He turned to me and smiled.“That it is.” He chuckled, “Beautiful, but dry one moment and wet the next.” Oh wow. His words went right down to my core and I had to press my thighs together to hold it in.“Gosh, my hands are so cold,” I whined, sliding across my seat and shoving them into his jacket. I could feel the heat of his strong chest under them. I wanted to get past that cloth barrier, to feel the heat of him against my digits. To map him out like I was some ancient cartographer.

  He stared at me, seemingly flabbergasted by my behavior, but doing nothing to stop it. That made me feel bolder, and maybe I put a little more pressure into my hands as I felt him up. Surely no one could blame me for doing as much.“I’m a gentleman my dear,” he said breathily. “I-I’ll do my best to keep your hands warm, Miss Kat, but perhaps this isn’t the most efficient means of doing so.” He reached for the heater dials, but I intercepted him. “I disagree Ollie,” I grinned, giving an impish little smile. He was trying to be so proper, but the game was over the moment he showed that I had an effect on him. Because if he wanted me and I wanted him, why deny ourselves? “Body heat is the most effective way to warm someone’s core temperature up.”

  I creeped closer, pressing myself against him and putting my head on his chest. He was warm and his heart rate was rising as my body touched his, a pervasive, thumping beat that sounded solidly under my ear.

  I waited patiently, just enjoying the contact, and it wasn’t long until he wrapped his arms around me.