by Iona Rose
I felt like a kept man as I was driven to Samantha's place to pick her up. It didn't help that her driver was a man of few words, except every so often, I met his gaze in the rearview mirror. I shifted in my seat and tried not to wonder what he thought of me.
Was I a faceless man in the list of men ensnared by Samantha? Did she make a habit of dating younger coworkers? The thought did not sit well with me.
I was relieved when the car came to a stop in front of Samantha's apartment building that made mine look like an outdoor toilet. The driver called her on his phone and I left the car and went to wait for her outside the building door. When I saw her figure striding across the marble lobby, I grabbed the door just before the doorman did and helped it open.
She stepped out and gave me her cheek to kiss. It was awkward as fuck and definitely not the way boss and employee related. I couldn't once remember Marjorie crossing the line in the five or so years we'd worked together.
"I'm looking forward to a nice evening of us getting to know each other better," she said.
I held the car door open for her and when she entered, I shut it and hurried to my side.
The only good thing about that evening was the comfort of her car. I was exhausted and the temptation to close my eyes and allow myself to drift off to sleep was great.
To my surprise, Samantha had picked a seafood restaurant better suited for a romantic date rather than a work-related dinner.
We were led to a candlelit table in a discreet corner of the room. I glanced around furtively praying that no one I knew was in the same restaurant.
Samantha took the drinks menu and after perusing it for a few seconds, ordered a bottle of wine without consulting me.
"Isn't this nice?" she said. "We should do this more often, it's very relaxing, especially for me. I rarely go out on dates. This city is dead as far as a woman's social life is concerned."
My jaw fell open. What the fuck did she mean by a date?
"Where do you meet women?" she continued.
I saw my chance to straighten a few things and went for it. "I don't go to any place to meet women. I have a girlfriend."
"How nice for the both of you," she said without missing a beat. "But I think you're too young to settle for one woman. This is your chance to look around. Date as many different types of women as you can."
"That's not really my style."
The waiter brought our wine and poured it for us. Then he handed us the food menu. I ordered quickly before Samantha got it into her head to order my food for me.
At least she had good taste. The wine was lovely. The only way to get through the evening was to get plastered. Or at the very least, tipsy.
"So tell me about your girlfriend?" she invited.
"What do you want to know?"
Before she could answer, a shadow fell across the table. I looked up to see a smiling Angie. For a second, I thought I was seeing things.
"Connor! Fancy running into you here," she said and bent her head to kiss my cheek.
Her gaze moved to Samantha. She frowned and then shot me a questioning glance.
"How have you been?" she said when she saw that no introduction was forthcoming.
"I've been well, thank you, and you?" I asked politely.
"Good, but I miss you. Call me, I'd love to catch up over lunch or dinner," Angie said, completely unashamed to say that in front of another woman I'd taken out for dinner.
"Enjoy your evening, it was nice seeing you," Angie said.
She kissed me again on the cheek, almost killing me with the strength of her perfume.
"I take it that's an admirer," Samantha said.
"She's an ex-girlfriend," I said and instantly regretted it. The less I told Samantha about my personal life, the better. "Tell me about the conference."
"Oh yes. In addition to mingling with the industry heavyweights, the hotel is something else and I'm looking forward to really relaxing." She went on about the couples massage and the private Jacuzzi's in the room.
I listened politely as she spoke. I had no worries about the conference and Samantha coming on too strong. My plan was to immerse myself in all the available seminars and lectures. Like a sponge, I was going to learn as much as I could and network with as many people as I could.
Samantha would find out soon enough that my only reasons for being at that conference were professional reasons.
Our dinner was brought and as we ate, I was relieved when the conversation turned to work. She had brilliant ideas, it was just a shame that she was trying to mix business and pleasure.
After dinner, we finished off the rest of the wine and this time, I insisted on paying.
"A man's man," she purred when the waiter left. She placed her hand on top of mine on the table.
I resisted the urge to fling it off.
"Your girlfriend is a very lucky woman," Samantha continued. "I hope she knows that."
I smiled. "I'm the lucky one. She's a wonderful person."
We left soon afterwards and I wished that I was going home to Bianca. The driver dropped off Samantha first and I walked her to her apartment door.
"Would you like to come in for a night cap?" she said in a way that left me in no doubt as to what else was on offer. "Your girlfriend doesn't have to know. I can keep a secret."
I shook my head. "I can't. I'm beat." I should have told her the truth. That I wasn't interested.
I'd tell her next time, I vowed to myself.
Bianca
“You look beautiful,” I said to Jenna as she twirled in front of a mirror in her office. The matching necklace and bracelet looked gorgeous against her tanned skin.
I had delivered the custom pieces to her office as I often did with my clients. I’d hoped to show them to Connor before I delivered them but after his dinner with Samantha Price, he had gone to his apartment. I missed him and it sucked how much time he was spending with work related events.
It wasn’t going to be for long, I comforted myself. Everything would settle down and our lives would go back to normal.
“Jerry will love it, thank you so much,” Jenna said, pulling me back to the present.
“You’re welcome and I’m glad you like it,” I said. Seeing my clients pleased with the outcome of custom pieces was the favorite part of my work.
“I have an idea,” she said suddenly. “Why don’t I try on the two dresses I’ve zeroed in on as my wedding gowns? Will you stay and tell me which one looks the best?” she said.
“Of course,” I said without hesitation. Who would say no to seeing a soon to be bride modeling wedding gowns?
“Give me a sec,” she said and hurried out of the office.
I admired her office as I waited. Apart from her desk, she had a dedicated work space with a table in the corner, for working on her designs. My mind wandered to Connor. We’d exchanged texts earlier and I fished out my phone to read them again even though I could recall each from memory.
Connor: I miss you.
I’d of course responded that I missed him too.
Connor: Do we have a date tonight? I’ll cook.
Me: We’ll both cook.
Connor: Sounds great. What are you wearing?
After that, the texts had quickly gone down south in an unplanned sex phone session. I blushed as I read the subsequent messages.
“I know that look. That’s a woman in love,” Jenna said striding into her office with two dresses in plastic garment bags.
I laughed and quickly put my phone back into my bag.
“I hope you’re bringing him to the wedding as your plus one,” she said as she placed the garment bags on her desk.
I swore under my breath. I’d forgotten about the digital wedding invitation she had sent me. She turned to look at me and I plastered a big smile on my face.
“I will,” I said, even though I had no idea what Connor’s plans were for the weekend. I hoped he was free to go with me. I was down to one crutch and by the following week
end I’d be completely done with them. The thought of dancing the night away appealed to me and I couldn’t wait for the weekend.
Jenna was one of those women with killer bodies that felt zero self-consciousness changing in front of another woman. She stripped down to her bra and panties and I stood up to help her put on one of the wedding gowns.
I zipped her dress and arranged her necklace. She turned around and I whistled. She looked glowing in the sweetheart wedding gown with a plunging neckline. “You look perfect.”
After modeling it for a few minutes and discussing the merits and demerits of it, she took it off and put on the other one. It was gorgeous too but there was something special about the first one.
“It’s gorgeous too but for me the first one is totally you,” I said. “It shows off the necklace and the bracelet.”
“Then the first it is,” Jenna said. “Your turn to try them on. We’re just about the same size.”
I laughed. “I’m too old to play dress up.”
“That is one thing that you’re never too old to do. Help me take this off,” Jenna said.
I tried on the second wedding dress and Jenna helped me zip it up. I felt like a bride as I stared at my reflection. My heart pounded hard against my chest as I imagined myself as a bride, getting married to Connor. The vision of him standing in front of the church staring at me as I walk down the aisle, made me smile.
“It will happen,” Jenna said softly as if she could read my thoughts.
I laughed self-consciously. “At the right time.” The honest truth was that if Connor proposed to me, I’d have said yes, not caring that we had dated for three months.
He was a good man and we had something special between us. A perfect understanding and when we were together, sparks flew.
“One thing I know is where I’ll get my wedding gown when that time comes,” I said to Jenna. Her designs were gorgeous and there was something for everyone’s taste.
“And you’ll get a hefty discount,” she said as she helped me out of the gown. “Tell me about this guy that puts that dreamy look on your face. How did you meet?”
I laughed. Was I that obvious when it came to Connor? “Well, we don’t have an official day that we met. He was my customer at the cocktail bar where I worked part time but at the time, he had a girlfriend.”
I explained to her how it all began, including Connor’s invitation to attend his sister’s week-long wedding in Colorado. It dawned on me as I spoke how unusual our love had begun and seeing the shock then delight on Jenna’s face, amused me.
Connor and I would tell our children that story in the years to come. The thought popped into my mind automatically, as if having children was something we had discussed.
“That’s so cool,” Jenna said. “And so romantic.”
I smiled. I guess it was romantic.
The sound of a key in the lock alerted me to Connor’s arrival. I was in the kitchen checking if the drumsticks I’d marinated earlier in the day were ready to be popped into the oven.
“I’m in the kitchen,” I shouted and waited breathlessly for Connor to appear.
Instead of coming in, he stood in the doorway and smiled at me. “Hey beautiful.”
“Hi,” I said smiling so widely, I could feel the strain in my lips.
“This is the moment I look forward to from morning to evening and I want to savor it,” Connor said, making me laugh.
“You’re very charming Connor,” I said.
“Only for you,” he said and finally moved. He came to me and slipped his arms around my waist.
I rested my hands on his shoulders and looked up at him. I let his masculine scent wash over me and let out a deep sigh. Connor stared at me before he brought his mouth to mine and kissed me deeply. I threaded my fingers through his hair as soft moans escaped my mouth.
We finally broke the kiss.
“You are a walking temptation,” Connor said, running his massive hands over my hips and ass.
“Only for you,” I said, repeating the words he had echoed to me a few minutes ago.
Connor growled and nibbled on my neck. We fooled around for a few minutes and then drew apart.
“How was your day?” he said. “Did Jenna love the pieces?” He rolled up his sleeves as he spoke, washed his hands and started peeling the potatoes I’d put out for mashed potatoes.
“She loved them. She modeled her dresses for me,” I said. “Oh and her wedding is this Saturday. I completely forgot about it. If you’re not busy, will you be my plus one?”
Connor grinned. “I’ll be anything you want me to be. Besides, how can I say no when I took you all the way to Colorado for a weeklong wedding?”
I laughed. “There is that. I should capitalize on it more.”
“Asking you to go with me to Colorado was the smartest thing I ever did,” Connor said.
“You only asked me because you were plastered,” I pointed out.
“I asked you because you are the most beautiful woman I’d ever met,” he said.
My cheeks heated up. I was still not used to Connor’s compliments which fell easily from his lips. He made me feel beautiful and appreciated. He made me want to be a better person.
“Thank you,” I murmured. “How was your day?”
“Crazy. Marjorie is starting her own agency and she asked me to come on board with her.”
“Wow.” I searched Connor’s face but he was giving nothing away and it was impossible to tell what he thought about the offer.
The entrepreneur in me leaped with excitement. There was nothing like growing something from nothing and watching it grow and become its own entity. I wanted that for Connor but I managed to keep those thoughts to myself until he asked me.
“Yeah, that was my reaction too,” he said.
“What did you tell her?” I asked him.
He shrugged. “I told her I’d think about it. The thing is this. There are so many awesome things happening in the marketing world right now. Samantha has invited me for a two day conference in San Francisco next week beginning Wednesday.”
My heart lurched. The lunches and conferences with Samantha were beginning to get to me. I’d stooped low that morning by googling her name and seeing her had done nothing to curb my jealousy.
She was slim and beautiful. No one could tell that she was in her forties. She was a woman who obviously took great care of herself. Then there was also the fact that she was powerful and rich. A deadly combination. My suspicions that she had her sights set on Connor went up a notch.
“I’m not sure whether this is the time to start my own agency. Marjorie wants us to go fifty-fifty,” Connor said.
“She knows what she’s doing,” I said. “The chances of success with you on board are almost a hundred percent.”
He shot me an amusing look. “Thanks even though you might just be the slightest bit bias.”
“I’m not.”
He carried the potatoes to the sink to wash them. “It’s a big decision to make.”
Dismay filled me. Even though he hadn’t said it, I had a feeling he was going to say no. Something about Samantha put me on guard. I’d never felt a single ounce of jealousy when Connor had worked with Marjorie.
Samantha was too much. She monopolized Connor’s time, and now a two-day conference out of town? I was pissed off and I wished the woman would just disappear from our lives, the same way she had appeared.
“What do you think?” Connor asked me as he placed the potatoes on the stove to cook.
“I think it’s a great opportunity for you. I love entrepreneurship so my answer will always lean that way,” I said lightly not wanting to influence the decision he was going to make.
Because ultimately, it was about Connor, not me. Even though his boss made me squirm with jealousy, I wasn’t going to sway him one way just to get him away from her.
We moved the topics away from work and I told him about Eva and how sweetly rounded her belly was becoming. When dinner
was ready, Connor set the island and I brought the food.
We spoke nonstop, never running out of something to say. It was the same way Eva and I never ran out of conversation.
“I spoke to my parents today,” Connor said. “They said a big hello to you. Of course my mom never stops telling me I told you so.”
“Meaning?” I said.
“She was sure that we were secretly attracted to each other,” Connor said.
I chuckled. “Hardly a secret.”
“One day, soon, I hope, we’ll take it to the next level,” he said solemnly.
My insides shook with anticipation, trepidation and another emotion I couldn’t define.
Connor
I woke up with my cock hard and pushing against Bianca’s ass. I was surprised I had it in me to wake up hard after the night we had had. Fridays were always special for us, knowing that we didn’t have to rush off to work the following day.
Needing to feel her soft folds against my cock again, I slowly raised Bianca’s right leg, and pushed my cock between her legs. My breath hitched at the realization that she was soaking wet. In her sleep.
I glided my cock up and down her folds. Bianca’s breathing changed and she thrust her ass back. I moved my hand to cup her breast and play with her nipples. She was so fucking warm. Her nipples were already hard points on her chest ready for me to tease.
Her moans grew louder and I knew that she was awake.
“Your pussy is so wet for me,” I murmured into her ear.
She moaned louder. I teased her clit, rubbing my cock up and down, spreading her sticky wetness all over her pussy. Heat enveloped my cock, making it harden further.
“Please Connor. Fuck me,” Bianca said.
I almost came from the urgency in her tone. I gripped my cock and guided it to her entrance as she lifted her leg to easy my movements.
“Fuck,” I murmured as I sunk my cock into her. A primal need came over me and I lifted her leg and drove my cock in and out of her. Hard.
Bianca raked the bedsheets and begged me for more. This was how I wanted to wake up every single morning. To my wife wet and ready for me and hearing her scream as I fucked her.