by Peyton Banks
“It’s good work that will keep you on your toes. Unfortunately, I’m not as hands-on as I once was. Most of my days consist of the more political side of the business. Each of my offices are managed by others; hell, my employees rarely see me to be honest.”
“Oh wow! I haven’t met the CEO of my company either. I guess that’s pretty common for that title.”
“It can be. Smaller corporations may not require much travel. But the larger the company grows, the more facetime the CEO will need to make to keep sponsors, donors, stakeholders et cetera informed and invested.”
“I couldn’t imagine that. Sounds like it can get kind of lonely.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Sorry if that was harsh. But based on what you’ve shared about your relationships or lack thereof, I’d imagine there’s no room for love.”
“It can be challenging for sure. But anything is possible with the right motivation.”
“I guess you’re right,” I say, lowering my head, trying not to showcase my disappointment.
“Is that a concern for you?” he asks sincerely.
I pause and take in a deep breath. “Should it be?”
He doesn’t respond right away, and I wonder what he’s thinking.
“I need to see you,” he pauses. “Allow me to take you out. I can fly in tomorrow. We can spend the day together, if you can spare the time away from work.”
My eyes fly open and the beating of my heart increases. Words are not my friend as I struggle to form a sentence. I can’t see him; I don’t even know him. Shit! But he’s been so fucking great. What do I say?
”Don’t like that idea?” I can hear the disappointment in his voice.
Now I feel like shit. Of course I want to know what he looks like, but oddly enough, I also don’t want to know what he looks like. We’ve shared some intimate and nasty things, things I would never say to anyone. Seeing him would make everything uncomfortable for me. I’m awkward enough as it is, so who knows what I’ll do in his presence. And I don’t even want to think about the possibility of him not finding me attractive at all. Or…that I will find him so attractive that I crave him more than I do based on the few conversations we’ve had. He’s made it clear that relationships aren’t feasible for him, and I’d have to tell my girls about it and… No, I can’t.
“Are you there, Jessica?”
Kade
Fuck! Did I freak her out? For the last several seconds, she’s done nothing but breathe into the phone, leaving my question unanswered. I hate to think that I misread the scenario here, but maybe I did. Our meeting has been nothing short of unorthodox, but I’m great at reading people, and I swear she showed me all the signs that she was as interested in me as I am her. I allow another minute to go by before deciding to accept that I was obviously wrong about her. There are many women I can contact for some form of entertainment or another, so this shouldn’t bother me—but it does. In the short five days we’ve spent sharing details about each other, I’ve grown to care for her. Faster than I have any other woman in my life. Her spirit, laughter, and curiosity are contagious, leaving me wanting more with her than a few dirty calls.
“Okay—”
“Yes, I’m here! And I don’t not like the idea.”
I shut my eyes, letting my shoulders relax. “Thought I lost you there. What does ‘don’t not like it’ mean? Did I overstep?”
“No! You’re great. I’m…not ready for that yet.”
“Okay?” I say, my statement more of a question than anything.
“I don’t want you to think that I’m not interested. This is all so…unbelievable. You know, with the way that we met and all. It’s fun and surprisingly exhilarating, and I think… I think if we met, it’ll get awkward, because I’m awkward. There are so many variables. I’ve never been this open with anyone before, and I know that’s because we don’t know what each other looks like. There are no expectations other than a little flirting and great conversation. Putting a face to all of this changes that. Call me crazy, but I want to enjoy this mystery and freedom a while longer. If you don’t mind.”
I blink several times to wrap my mind around what she’s said. One thing I’ve learned about her is that she’s very reserved and calculated, so I imagine she’s spent time with these thoughts. She probably hoped I’d never bring it up, and though she shut me down, I don’t regret doing so. The reality of it is, her concerns are valid and make me want her that much more. It’s been equally as long for me in terms of connecting with someone on this level. Even during the years Candace and I spent screwing on and off. And I’ve been with women before that, yet nothing was ever this…this fucking amazing. I don’t know how to describe it or even feel there’s a name for it. I only know that I want whatever this is.
“I understand. I can wait.”
She sighs. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me. The last thing I want is for you to feel pressured. I enjoy this thing we have, so if waiting is what you need, we’ll wait,” I say to reassure her.
“I appreciate that. I don’t want anything to change with us.”
“It won’t. You’ll have to treat me extra special now, though,” I joke.
She laughs and I do the same.
“Deal! How much more special would you like?”
“I want it all, sweets. Pull out all the stops.” I smirk. “Can I at least know your last name?”
She pauses. “That’ll take away the mystery. Plus, we’ve only talked for about what, five days—”
“Okay, I get it! How about a picture then?”
“Um, um.”
“Damn, woman, you run a hard bargain.” I laugh. “So I’m reserved to just the sexiness of your voice? For now?”
“Yes. Can that be enough?” she asks in almost a whisper, the soft vibrations sending a jolt right to my dick.
Damn, I hadn’t wanted this discussion to turn sexual, but I don’t think I can help myself. Especially with this whole mystery lover façade she’s requesting.
I rub my dick through my pants. “Why don’t you use that sweet voice and tell me something dirty?” I demand.
“It’ll be my pleasure.”
6
Jessica
Thursdays are my favorite—usually. It’s one of my lightest days in terms of work, but today I’m presenting the final projects to both my clients. Erin and I completed those demos in four days instead of five. The customers were so pleased, they each wanted to move forward with little to no changes. This puts us ahead of schedule by two days, but that’s okay. I’d rather the work be completed early than to scrummage around on final details.
Picking up my phone, I type a response to Kade’s morning text. It’s been over a week, ten days—but who’s counting—since our chat about keeping things a mystery. At first, I wondered if maybe that was a mistake, and he would eventually stop texting and calling altogether, that hearing me wouldn’t be enough for him, but it’s been the complete opposite. If anything, our connection has deepened, and I find myself yearning his attention. His baritone vocals, the smooth words, that laugh, it’s all intoxicating. Over these three short weeks since our first call, we’ve gone from phone boning—as he would call it—to consistent and meaningful discussions on every topic one could think of.
Last night, though, Kade gave me the most intense orgasm of my life, and it’s partly the reason I can’t stop thinking about him this morning. I mean toe-curling, long-lasting ecstasy that I never knew was possible. One would wonder how that’s so without the penetration of a man, but, honey, let me say—it’s real. So fucking real that my panties are soaked by thinking about it. We started off like always, telling each other all the nasty things we like. And it was good, but he did something different this time. He didn’t touch himself—well, at least that’s what he told me. He wanted last night to be all about me. Kade instructed every move and stroke I gave myself until I was nearing my release, then he made me stop. I was shocked, confused e
ven, but he forced me to focus on his words, and the only thing I was allowed to do was flick my nipples. After a few, he had me return to playing with my pussy, only to stop me again before I could come. It went on like that for at least an hour, and eventually I was begging him to end the torture. Blissful fucking torture that brought me the most immense climax ever. It’s because of that, that I want to do something special for him.
Stop that *sexy face emoji*… I key in to the text box and hit send.
The phone indicates he’s read my message and is preparing his response. Stop what?
Distracting me at work…
And how am I doing that, sweets? *sexy smirk emoji*
I can’t stop thinking about…
About what?
How good you made me feel last night *drooling face emoji*.
You’re welcome, sweets.
Why have we never done that before?
I always save the good stuff for when I really like a person *winky face emoji*.
Well, what else do you have up your sleeve, mister? *curious face emoji*.
You’ll have to wait and find out.
Don’t be a tease…
I don’t think you want that…
You’re right. After last night, tease me, baby!
*crying laughing emoji* My pleasure, sweets.
His last message causes me to smile and be somewhat daring. I grip my phone while rushing over to the door of my office to close and lock it. Thankfully, no one is here yet. I arrived at the office early this morning to get a head start on my day and I’m glad I did. I stroll over to the full-length mirror I have to the left of my desk and undo the top five buttons of my tan blouse. Tucking the tail of it farther into my dark-gray pencil skirt, I stretch the material just a little for my breasts to be visible, yet still concealing my bra. I want this to be sexy but still classy, so I’m careful not to overdo it. I’m a curvy girl, so it doesn’t take much to show off my assets. Once I am satisfied with my look, I strike a sexy, subtle pose and snap a few pictures in various angles. I survey them, and settle on one, cropping it to show him everything from the neck down.
I know I said no pictures, but I wanted to give him something. Before I lose my nerve, I hit send and fix my clothing back to a more appropriate styling for the office. Erin will be here any minute, and I’d hate for her to catch me with my titties nearly bursting out of my top. Unlocking the door, I crack it and head back to my desk to gather today’s material while trying not to stare at my phone for his response. After a few minutes, she knocks before pushing herself through the threshold.
“Good morning. I’m headed to Cozi’s for a coffee and bagel. Want to come with?” Erin asks gingerly.
“Actually, yes. Let me grab my coat.” I snag my wallet from my side drawer, pick up my phone, and snatch my outerwear from the door hook on the way out.
“Are you excited for today’s presentations?” she asks, fastening her wool jacket.
“Yes, I am. I think we knocked them out of the park, so breakfast is on me today,” I answer as I slip my arms into my burgundy trench coat and stuff my phone in my pocket.
“You don’t—”
“Nonsense! I wouldn’t be able to get so much done without you. This is a thank you for all your hard work.”
“Thank you, Jessica! I enjoy working for you.”
We head to the elevator and down to the lobby that leads us out to Glebe Road. Cozi’s is a couple of blocks away near the Ballston Commons Metro station and have the best freshly baked bagels in the area. On the way back to the office, I check my phone to find no response from Kade. It doesn’t even show he’s read it. Erin is saying something to me, so I stuff it back in place and will myself to focus on the conversation. We make it upstairs, separating to enjoy our breakfast.
“I have all the notes for the Harrington Hotel presentation. I’m going to the conference room to get a head start on setting things up. Meet you in there?” Erin peeps her head in after a few minutes have passed.
“Yes, I’ll be right behind you.”
I stand, picking up my laptop, charger, and stopping to get my phone out of my coat pocket on the way. I smile to a few passing colleagues as I take the short stretch to the meeting room. When I arrive, Erin and Lauren are chatting and laughing like old friends, but I’m not sure about what exactly. I smile and joke about missing out on the good conversation.
Once I’m certain all the equipment is up and running, I peek at my phone, noticing that Kade still hasn’t sent a reply. I’m sure he’s busy as he is most days, but I can’t really worry about that now. As I flip the device on its face, our receptionist, Melissa, escorts in two sharply dressed and equally attractive men. Similar in height, yet distinctive in their own right.
“Welcome, gentlemen,” I say, walking over to them and holding out a hand. “I’m Jessica Daly. I’ll be presenting for you this morning.” I move to shake the other’s hand before introducing my team. “This is Erin. She worked closely with me on this program, and I believe you know Lauren.”
“We do,” they say in unison.
“Mike, Johnny. It’s so good to see you both again.” Lauren gives them each a hug. “You’re in good hands with Jessica. She’s one of our top developers. You’ll love her work.”
“She’s already impressed us thus far,” Johnny says pleasantly.
“Shall we get started?” I ask, pointing them to their seats and make my way to the front of the room.
“In front of you, you’ll find a hard copy printout of today’s showing to follow along, if you’d like. At the end, we’ll discuss any potential changes. Once we’ve finalized it all, I’ll email the final program with instructions and suggestions on how to best implement it within your organization,” Erin goes through her normal spiel then turns it over to me.
“Thank you, Erin! Gentlemen, if you’ll take a look at the screen, I’ll begin,” I add using a remote cursor to control the slides and start my demonstration.
The training I designed for Harrington took nearly three hours to demonstrate, and that was the short version of it. Once I incorporate the small tweaks they’ve asked for, it’ll top out at a fully functional, self-paced course that can be completed in as little as two weeks. That’s if the student takes the slow track to finishing the program. Now in my office, I set my things down and quickly glance at my phone for the time. I have another showing in about an hour and want to prepare for it.
Clicking on my text messages, I see that Kade finally read the message. The time stamp shows he did so about two hours ago, but still there’s no response from him. Instantly, my nerves get the best of me, and I have to stop myself from outwardly panicking. Fuck, I knew it was a bad idea. I should have stuck to my rule. No pictures! Kade’s been so responsive to all my messages and calls, so I would think this sort of text would prompt me an immediate retort. With his desire to see me, I felt he would love the picture and flood my cell with words of admiration. What if he doesn’t adore my image? We never talked about our body types, features, or nationalities for that matter. What if I’m not what he was expecting? See, this is exactly why I said no in the first place.
“Jessica, sorry. Your next client wants to see if we can push the meeting up a few minutes. They’re already in the conference room,” Erin says, pulling me from my thoughts.
“Um. Yes, tell them I’ll be ready in fifteen minutes,” I say without looking up from my phone. From my peripheral, I see her nod and head down the hall.
Straightening my shoulders, I release a nervous breath and type a new message: I’m sorry. Forget I sent that.
Without waiting for a response, I drop the phone on the desk and rush out with my laptop in hand.
Kade
I wouldn’t dare, I speedly type into the text field when I return from lunch with my mother. She surprised me with a visit to my LA office. Both she and my father are heading to New York to attend the Contrarian Gala organized by my cousin, Jackson Mitchells, and wanted to stop in fo
r a chat.
Jessica’s messages caught me off guard in more ways than one. I nearly dropped my phone in the sink when I saw her luscious breasts peering out at me through her blouse. Every curve of her frame is now etched in my memory, only strengthening the attraction I have for her. After her speech about autonomy, I forced myself to be content with not knowing what she looked like. But you can bet your ass it was a pleasant surprise to lay eyes on her rich caramel skin. And that ass to hip ratio—fucking insane. Even the little pudge I see through her skirt turns me on. I love my women thick and healthy, and sweet little Jessica doesn’t disappoint.
If it wasn’t for my mom’s lunch request, I would have seen it a lot sooner and responded accordingly. But never one to be rude, I stilled my lust and focused until my mom left for the restroom. She returned too soon, stopping me before I could send a response. So I stuffed the phone in my pocket until now. Nearly two hours later, and the first thing I notice is a new message from Jessica apologizing.
I’m sure my delayed reaction caused some doubt, but I need her to know she has nothing to regret. Except maybe the fact I’m now hooked on her ass and will not stop until she’s mine. Whatever or however long it takes for her to be ready for me, I’ll be there to claim her. After a couple of hours with no word from her, I sent another text.
I thought we weren’t sending pictures *winky face emoji*. What changed?
She begins typing but stops, the three bubbles immediately disappearing. It isn’t for another ten minutes before she finally answers me.
I still don’t want to send face photos, but I wanted to show how much you…inspire me * smiley face emoji*.
I’m glad you did. Your body is amazing, sweets. Next time, unbutton the shirt all the way.
Next time? That’s a one-time deal.
Shame! I’d love to see and admire every crevice.