“I didn’t want to make you feel bad, as bad as I was feeling. I wanted us to be happy together while we had the chance to do so. I wanted every single moment of us being together to be fun and filled with laughter, as well as memorable. And when you come to New York, we’ll make even more bigger and better memories together, just you wait and see.” Softly his lips met mine, andhe held me in his arms as he whispered against my ear. “We won’t think about it until it’s time for me to go.”
I shook my head to keep from crying, because the tears were slowly trying to well up, and my throat started to tighten a bit.
I am not going to cry, I told myself, I am not going to cry. But the tears suddenly started to flow. I buried my face in his shoulder, as I felt him holding me tighter. I couldn’t stop crying, and I sobbed like a newborn baby, as my body shook against his. He held onto me throughout my cry-fest, even pulling me up onto his lap.
“Go ahead and cry, sweetheart.”
And that’s what happened that afternoon on the couch; he held me while I cried until I couldn’t cry anymore. He bent over to get a paper towel and helped lift my face up for him to wipe off my tears and my nose.
Handing it to me, he said, “Blow.”
I blew my nose started to feel a bit better afterwards.
“Why don’t we clean up a bit here, you get some clothes on, and we will go out for a while, instead of being cooped up in this apartment?” Max suggested, which sounded like a good idea.
We both got up and made our way to the bedroom to start up a shower for the both of us. The water felt exhilarating against my skin, even more so when he started to scrub my body down real good.
“You know, when I was holding you in my arms, I could still smell the chocolate on your skin.”
I smiled while I scrubbed him too. “I could smell it on you, as well. I loved how you smelled and tasted when I was licking all over you last night.”
“We sure did have fun, didn’t we?”He chuckled and I gave him a sound kiss on the lips. I felt a quick, wet smack on my ass, which stung a bit. He had that devious look in his eyes; he knew he would get it later on that night.
“Let’s get out of here before the water gets cold.”
Once out of the shower and dressed, I decided that since the weather was a little cool, I would wear a pair of blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and my jean jacket with some flats. He had dressed similarly, in jeans and a blue t-shirt.
“So, where are we going tonight?” I asked, as we walked hand in hand to his car.
“It’s a surprise, my dear, to cap off our evening together.”
Once in the car, we headed farther into downtown Atlanta, along Peachtree, as traffic was slowly starting to accumulate. Wherever we were going, I had hoped that it wasn’t too far, because even though I had eaten some of that sandwich, yours truly was still a bit hungry. Then we turned off onto a familiar street, and thankfully, there weren’t many cars around, which was surprising, because this road was near my job and it was normally very busy. I didn’t say a word, because I know he said it was a surprise, of course. Then I noticed that we were near Clark’s, the same café where we had our very first lunch date together. Oh God, he was taking us there.We pulled up into the parking lot, got out, and made our way into the café.
It seems my Max had made reservations, because I heard him tell the hostess he’d called ahead. Soon, we were led to the back of the restaurant, to a private corner, only dimly lit by candlelight. I took off my jacket, and we sat down next to each other in the booth, as the hostess told us our waiter would be there soon. She smiled and walked away, and I looked over at Max.
“You brought us here. How sweet! ”
“Yeah, I thought it would be fitting to come to the place where I fell in love with you. Plus, I wanted you to get the chance to try number twelve, so why not tonight?”
We sat there in silence for a moment before the waiter came to our table.
“Hello, my name is Nate, and I’ll be your waiter for the evening. Do you know what you’d like to have to drink?”
“We will have some of your finest champagne, since this evening is a very special one.” Max looked at me, smiling sweetly with a sparkle in those eyes of his.
“Good choice, sir. I’ll be back with your champagne.”
“Champagne,well this is a step up.”
“Of course! This evening is special, baby.” Taking my hand, he softly kissed my knuckles, sending ripples of pleasure throughout my body. Max sure knew how to make me feel overwhelmed with such beautiful emotion that made me feel like he had taken your breath away. He made me feel like this every single moment we were together. I ordered the same thing we had for lunch that day—baked tilapia with tomato and basil—and he had the New York strip steak.We fed each other throughout our meal, a bite of his steak in exchange for a piece of my fish, and in between, we’d sneak in a kiss or two. I enjoyed the attention he was giving me that night, refilling my glass with the champagne. We talked about the schools I was interested in possibly attending.
“There is a school in New Jersey, but I mapped it out from where we will be staying, and it’s not too far away. I could either drive there or take the subway. They have some great classes, and the tuition is not that bad, so at least I won’t be paying an arm and a leg. So,I’ve already signed up for classes for the next semester, which will be just in time for when I am already moved in.”
“Now, that is some great news to hear, and I see you just went on and did this, all without telling me about it too.”
“Well, I had wanted to surprise you. I wanted to tell it to you the day you left, to give us something to look forward to.”
“It does, baby, it does give me something to look forward to, and once you finish school, then we can start looking at places for your shop.”
I looked back at my plate, moving a piece of fish that I was about to eat and began playing with it.
“Are you full?” he asked me.
“Not really, but I am saving room for that number twelve, so you might as well bring Nate on over to order it up now.”
We saw our waiter helping another table, and Max grabbed his attention with a wave of his hand.
Once he came over, he nicely asked us, “Is everything alright with your meal?”
“Everything is wonderful, but we would like dessert now. Is there any way we can get a doggy bag for our food? And we would like to get the number twelve, please,” I told him.
“Alright then, I’ll take your plates and put in your order.”
Nate took our plates, and Max and I continued drinking our champagne.
“So, what else would you like to talk about before that delicious dessert comes to our table?”
“I know this is going to sound kind of odd, me asking you this question, but there has been something I’ve wanted to ask you all this time that we’ve known each other,” I said.
“What’s that?”
“What does the ‘I’ stand for? What’s your middle?”
Covering his eyes, he let out a groan, as if what I had asked him stung him in the ass or something. He bit his finger and looked at me, still groaning. “Of all the things in the world, my dear, you had to ask me what my middle name is.”
“Well, yeah, it’s something I’ve been wondering whenever I would pass by your office. I would see that nameplate and think to myself, what the hell does that ‘I’ mean in your name. I tried to think up every male name that begins with the letter ‘I’, but now I want you to tell me.”
“Alright, I’ll give you five guesses as to what my middle name is.”
“Okay. Is it Isaac?”
“Nope.”
“How about Ichabod?”
“No.” He chuckled.
“Umm, how about Ian?”
“You’ve got two more.”
“Damn, Igor?”
He continued laughing and shook his head, and that left me with one more guess.
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“Sorry, little lady, but no doll for you. If you must know, the ‘I’stands for Ignatius.”
You know when you hear something really funny, and you know that you should feel sorry for the person, so of course, you try your best to keep from smiling? Well, that was one of those moments, and I tried to keep a straight face, but there was no way that was happening. “Ignatius?”
“Yeah, Ignatius, but my mom always calls me Iggy.”
Oh, that tore it; I really started laughing then. Iggy, really, I honestly didn’t think of him as an Ignatius, but Iggy was what really got me going. Soon, people started looking at our table, because of course, yours truly was dying of laughter. “Oh my God, are you serious? How did your mom come up with Ignatius, of all names?”
“Well, it’s actually a family name and it’s been in my family for ten generations. My grandfather was an Iggy, and now I’m an Iggy too.”
Iggy, I thought, as I continued laughing even more. “You poor baby, you must have been picked on when you were in school.”
“No, because no one knew my middle name except for my teachers, and I had told my parents to mention that to them, because I didn’t want to get picked on. I mean, having a name like Ignatius isn’t something I wanted folks to know.”
“Well, I understand what you mean. But honestly, I would have never thought of you as being Ignatius much less Iggy.”
“And now you know my dirty little family secret. You see how special you are, because not everyone knows about this. Not even the guys at work knew my middle name.” He took my hand and kissed it.
In a way, despite the fact that it was so funny to find out this tidbit about Max, I was happy he trusted me enough to tell me something that was so private to him. “Well, I want to thank you for telling me, and for trusting me with something like this.”
“Anytime, baby, and it looks like our dessert is coming.”
I looked and saw that Nate was bringing the large glass of chocolate heaven toward us. My mouth immediately started to salivate like Pavlov’s dog, as it seemed like they had really piled the whipped cream on top.
“Enjoy,” Nate told us while leaving.
“Let’s dig in, “Max said, grabbing one of the spoons.
I dug my spoon deep within the glass to pull out some pudding, whipped cream, and a huge, dark cherry. I ate it up, relishing the taste, as I licked the side of my upper lip to get at the cream that was left there. Once the chocolate hit my tongue, it reminded me of the fudge from South Carolina. My God, I thought, rolling the pudding in my mouth. I let it stay there for as long as I could until I ate it. My nipples grew erect in my bra, as I took another big spoonful of the pudding. I looked over seductively at Max, who had been enjoying the dessert himself. I slid my hand slowly up along his thigh to his cock, then I squeezed the front of his jeans. He kind of jumped a bit, but I played it cool and continued eating. I massaged his cock.
“You know it’s proper to put a napkin in your lap in case you spill something.” I reminded him.
He looked at me, smiled a bit, and then got his napkin and let it open out fully, before putting it over my hand and his lap. That was when I decided to unzip the front. I wanted to be daring, and why not do it here? I continued playing it off as if nothing was going on, but I slipped my finger inside the warmth of his pants, feeling the heat of his cock against my skin. I rubbed up and down softly, hearing Max moan a bit, before scooping up more of the pudding. I could feel just by what I was doing with my fingers that he was quickly becoming aroused.
“You know how hard you got me right now?” Max whispered.
“Of course I do. I wonder if I can get you off right here and now at this table.”
“You are a sly she devil, you know that?”
I had to laugh again. “But you have to admit you love this.” I continued stroking him. “Should I stop?”
“Hell no, don’t you dare stop.”
And with that command, I continued on, and he adjusted in his seat and sat back for a bit, so that way he could enjoy me stroking him. I had to have all of him and once I finally had maneuvered my hand into his pants, even more of his cock slipped along my fingers.. Finally, I had him, and he was rock hard now, and I playfully looked over at him once more and put my spoon into the glass. I brought it to my mouth, softly licking on the cream and pudding. I squeezed his cock while slowly stroking it. Max grunted as I continued with my tongue.
“I’m so enjoying this pudding. It’s so sweet, and the cherries are so yummy.” I bit into the cherry, feeling its juices run along my tongue. I let out a sigh of contentment, and I smiled when I realized how much he was getting into me eating the dessert. Looking around us, I was thankful that no one was paying any attention to us, because it gave me the chance to continue giving him soft, even strokes with my hand.
He put down the spoon, quickly took my hand from his cock, and said to me, “You better stop before I come right here and now.”
Leaning over toward him, I whispered in his ear. “You know we can just pay the check and head on home.”
“Or we can pay the check and go park somewhere and get busy in the back seat.”
“Oh, in the back seat, huh? Kind of like high school, going someplace to park and get the windows fogged up.”
“Hey, Nate, I need the check!” Max shouted.
I started laughing, while he adjusted himself back into his jeans.
Chapter Nineteen
Max’s flight to New York would leave at 7:48 p.m.
He told me he had picked the latest flight he could, so that way, we could say our goodbyes in person, instead of over the phone while I was at work.
Speaking of work, yours truly was not doing very much of it, because I had been dreading this damn day for weeks now.
“Sarah, oh Sarah, dear.” I heard a female voice call out to me.
I looked over and saw Darla looking puzzled at me for a moment. “Welcome back to the land of the living. Your phone is ringing off the hook over there.”
Immediately, I picked up the receiver. “Hello, this is Sarah.”
I really wasn’t in the mood for work. I don’t even know why I was there in the first place, but even though I had put in my two week notice, I had an obligation to be here until the end of that time. Thankfully, I really didn’t have to worry about the packing, because Max said he would have all of that handled by the people who had helped with his. The only thing I had to deal with was getting to New York.
And that was a long ways away.
I looked over and saw our newest executive moving into Max’s office. Her name was Ginger Gale, and yeah, I could hear the folks in the back snickering about her name, and how they were going to call her ‘Ginger Ale’. She was a petite little thing, with dirty blonde hair and big, brown doe eyes that reminded me of those Precious Moment children. But that wasn’t what was so annoying, at least, by what Darla had told me. Since I had come into work a bit late, I didn’t get the introduction from Don about Ms. Ginger. Darla told me that Ginger’s voice sounded like someone raking their fingernails against a chalkboard. Apparently, she sounded annoying as hell, and Darla said shewas surprised the woman could breathe, because she talked a mile a minute.
After my call, I decided to get me a cup of coffee.
Suddenly, I heard the highest pitched voice I had ever heard in my entire life call out. “Hello there! How are you?”
It literally stopped me in my tracks, and I feared for my ears.I hesitated to respond, but I had to, because it wouldn’t be right not to answer an executive. “Hello, I’m fine, thank you.”
“I didn’t get to meet you this morning. I’m Ginger, Ginger Gale. You must be Sarah. I heard you’re leaving soon. Such a shame. I had hoped we would get to be one big happy family here on the floor.”
Her smile was sweet, sweet and bright and white. So sweet, it was giving me cavities. I stood gritting my teeth as her voice tried its best to go through my eardrums. Darla wasn’t lying when s
he said that voice was annoying as hell, for it was.
“Yeah, that is a shame, but I know you will probably be comfortable here with everyone else. You’ll find that the people on this floor are really friendly and go out of their way to help. Maybe we can talk a bit later. I wanted to get some coffee and finish up my work.”
“Why, sure, maybe we can have lunch sometime.” She smiled, and I hurried myself to the break room.
I wiggled my finger up against my ear because during the entire time we had been talking, all I could hear was ringing. Did she even know how the hell annoying her voice was? Good lord, was I going to have to hear this until I left there?
Breathe, girl, breathe.
When I came back to my desk, Darla asked, “So, how’d it go? Can you hear?”
I rolled my eyes, while taking a long sip of my coffee. “I wonder how long she lasted at her other job.”
Rolling her chair next to me, Darla looked around, then leaned in close. I sensed whatever she was about to tell me had to be good.
“From what I was told by someone who knows this stuff, she asked to get this transfer, because she had issues with an executive that she was having an affair with.”
“Oh my God, are you for real?” We both looked around, because I feared I had gotten too loud, but thankfully, no one else seemed to have heard me.
“I’m dead serious on that.And do you know where she came from?”
I shook my head.
“She came from New York, where Max is heading now.”
I looked at her, completely shocked by what she had said. “Are you serious?”
“Dead serious, woman. It seems she had an affair with a married woman.”
“Are you fucking serious? A woman? So she’s gay?”
Darla shook her head. “No, she’s bi.Not only was she having an affair with a married woman, but also with another man, who happened to be the brother of the married woman.”
All I could do was shake my head, because I really couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “And yet they still let her work with the company?”
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