He glanced at me with disbelief, which was a normal reaction for me. Being a woman in tech was still somehow a new concept to people. Strangers were sometimes surprised when I started talking about my job, and they would say that I didn’t look like a coder. People really needed to change their mindsets about what women could do. Especially in this day and age.
“Yes?” the man questioned apprehensively.
I held my hand out to him. “My name is Greta Gray, Chief of Coding for GrayBit Developers.”
“Nice to meet you, Greta. I’m Frederick Wallace.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you as well,” I said with a smile. “I hope I’m not out of line talking to you, but GrayBit has something that could integrate seamlessly with any software.”
“Really?” he asked, studying me for a moment. “And why aren’t you sitting in one of those expensive booths, trying to sell me a product I don’t really need?”
“Well,” I said and flicked my hair back. “Because my clients deserve a different approach, a more personal one. I believe business is all about building relationships with my clients, and not just trying to sell them my product. I want to know a client’s needs, what they strive to achieve, and then work together to achieve that dream.”
Frederick nodded. “You are a very smooth talker, Ms. Gray, and I like that. It’s refreshing to hear such honesty. I hope I am not the one who is out of line, but I cannot help notice that glow on your skin and a certain twinkle in your eyes. Are you, by any chance, pregnant?”
My eyes widened in shock and I immediately reached down to touch my tiny, barely-there bump. “As a matter of fact, I am. How did you know?”
“I’m a father of three, and my wife had that same glow on her skin and sparkle in her eyes. I immediately recognized it,” Frederick explained, with a wide smile. “When is your little one due?”
“The first week of December,” I answered, smiling widely myself.
“That is wonderful. Congratulations!”
“Thank you so much,” I uttered gratefully.
“I like working with family-run businesses. As I said, I am a family man and a businessman as well. And let me tell you, finding the balance is hard, but it is absolutely worthwhile.”
“Oh, absolutely. Luckily I am fortunate to work from wherever my laptop is, which is particularly handy in my case.”
“Indeed. You should not be bound to a desk the entire day in your condition,” Frederick said. “Do you perhaps have a business card? I would love to contact you after the convention and discuss this amazing software of yours.”
“Of course!” I retrieved my business card from my jacket pocket. “Here you go.”
“Is this your first one?” Frederick asked, as he tucked my card into the inner pocket of his jacket.
“Yes, it is,” I answered.
“The first one is always the most difficult, let me tell you that. You feel like a complete idiot! You have no idea what you’re doing,” Frederick said and chuckled. “Hell, I still have no idea.”
I laughed and placed a protective hand on my stomach, not daring to tell him that I wasn’t going to raise it as my own. But as Frederick continued to tell me about his two sons and daughter, I couldn’t help be enveloped by a sad feeling. The stories and memories he had with his kids was definitely not going to be there for me and my “little one.” For us, there would be pain and difficulty than a “happy family” environment. I just wished that Isaac would do the best to make our baby happy.
17
Isaac
I couldn’t believe that she had given me the slip. One moment, she was speaking with me through the bathroom door, asking me where I wanted to go for lunch after the initial presentations. The next moment, she was nowhere to be seen.
After dressing in a rush and running across the road to the conference, I scanned the large areas inside the convention center, but it was like finding a needle in a haystack. I didn’t even know what she was wearing, so I just kept my eyes open for a hot little blonde carrying my baby.
Luckily, it didn’t take me long, as I heard her familiar laugh and followed her voice. I found her talking to an older gentleman. As I got closer to them, I overheard him talking about his family to Greta. She was laughing along as he narrated stories about his kids. It was a relief seeing her in a happy mood.
As I walked closer, I heard him ask, “So, Greta, is your husband around? I’d love to meet him. Is he also involved in GrayBit?”
I saw Greta hesitate, so I thought that this would be the perfect moment to redeem myself for having been an asshole to her in the past.
“There you are,” I said cheerfully as I came up behind her and placed my arm around her shoulder.
She gazed at me with wide eyes. Then comprehension dawned on her, and she smiled with relief.
“I’ve been looking for you,” I said, lightly kissing her on the lips.
“You must be Greta’s husband,” the man said and held out his hand.
“That’s right,” I answered and shook his hand. “Isaac.”
“Frederick Wallace,” he introduced himself. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I was just asking Greta whether you are involved in the family business as well.”
“I try to be as involved as I can be,” I said and smiled proudly. “But this beautiful woman is the brains behind the coding and all the computer stuff. I am pretty useless when it comes to that. I’m lucky if I manage to send an email to the right person.”
Frederick and I laughed heartily, while Greta smiled modestly.
“I was beginning to think that you didn’t exist, as I don’t see a ring on her finger,” Frederick said, and glanced at Greta. “No offense, my dear.”
“None taken. It does bother Isaac a bit. But once I crossed the seventh week of my pregnancy, my fingers swelled up and now, my ring doesn’t fit.”
“We’ll definitely have to get it resized, honey,” I said to her with a wink.
She nodded with a bright smile. Turning back to Frederick, she said, “It’s been great chatting with you. But I think I need to go lay down for a while. This little one takes all my energy.”
“Of course,” Frederick said. “It was lovely meeting you both. I look forward to chatting again.”
“It was good to meet you, Frederick,” I said and shook his hand again.
“Same here, Isaac. You look after this wonderful woman.”
I nodded and Frederick wandered off to the other booths. Greta looked at me and cocked her head.
“What was that, honey?”
“Hey, don’t give me lip. I saved your ass,” I retorted, as Greta dragged me to a secluded spot.
“It’s clear that Frederick is a potential client, and if he needs to believe that you’re married to me and run a successful family business, then so be it. It couldn’t hurt. In fact, it can be a good thing.”
“So you want us to pretend that we’re married?” she asked, her eyebrows raised in suspicion.
“It’ll be fun. Haven’t you ever wondered what it’d be like to be married to me?” I asked laughing, wiggling my eyebrows at her.
“No. Not at all!” she scoffed. But I could see the smile she was trying to hide from me.
“Let me tell you, it’s awesome,” I pouted. “Count yourself lucky.”
She shook her head, her blond hair falling in waves across her shoulders. “You’re unbelievable.”
“The only thing that’s unbelievable is you in that black dress,” I said with a wink.
“You can stop pretending,” she sighed.
I grinned as I leaned in closer to her. “Who said I was pretending?”
I turned to walk away, wanting her to call me back to complete the conversation. I wasn’t in the least bit surprised when she called my name.
“Isaac, wait,” she called out.
I turned on my heel and glanced at her. “Yes?”
“I don’t like lying, you know, even if it is to get clients to buy my software. I’
ve never lied to a client before.”
“Greta, you’re overthinking this. Leave that to me, okay?” I assured her. “It’s just for the weekend.”
“What if Frederick visits San Francisco and wants to have dinner with us, as a family? Then what?”
“Then, we’ll deal with it then.”
She cocked her head and crossed her arms, but nodded slowly. “Just for the weekend, okay?”
I nodded. “Just for the weekend.”
“Okay, good.”
“So,” I asked in a suggestive tone. “Did you really want to go lie down?”
She smacked my arm and I chuckled. “No, that’s not what I meant. Are you feeling okay?”
“I’m a little tired,” she answered, looking down at her feet. “And these damn shoes are killing me.”
“Come on. I’ll walk you back to the hotel,” I offered and held out my hand. “Honey.”
I winked at her, but she scoffed and shook her head. “You’re loving this, aren’t you?”
“In every cell of my body,” I answered with a laugh. Greta rolled her beautiful hazel eyes and took my hand. Our fingers intertwined and we slowly made our way to the exit.
“Wait,” she said suddenly and stopped in her tracks. She slipped off her blue heels and intertwined her fingers in mine again. It was only then I realized how much shorter she was.
“That feels so much better,” she sighed in satisfaction.
“You know, you don’t have to wear heels all the time,” I said.
“I know, but it gives me some height, makes me a little more intimidating,” she explained.
“Intimidating? I don’t think so. You don’t need heels. You just need confidence.”
“Easy for you to say. You’re a perfect blend of intimidation, charm, and self-assurance,” she muttered, still holding onto my hand. That made me feel so happy!
We walked back to our hotel, hand in hand, and it felt surreal. I imagined that this is how being in a relationship with Greta would be like. Easy and effortless. Our silences were comfortable, and there was no need to fill it with words that weren’t needed. I lightly squeezed her hand and she reciprocated a few seconds later, with a bright smile.
We reached the hotel lobby, took the elevator up to our floor and walked along the hallway to our room. I retrieved the keycard from my pocket, let go of her hand and opened the door.
Once inside, Greta turned to me and placed her shoes on the couch. “Okay, so there are going to be a few rules for the weekend.”
“Okay,” I said with a slight grin.
“You can’t grab my butt. This is a professional environment and I don’t want to give people the wrong impression,” she began.
“Okay, no butt-grabbing.”
“Limit yourself with the kissing. Again, I am trying to be professional,” she continued.
“Limit kissing. Got it.”
“No drinking—”
“Whoa! No drinking? I don’t get overly affectionate or aggressive when I drink,” I defended.
“I didn’t say you would,” she contended. “But if I can’t drink, then you can’t either.”
“That’s not fair,” I pouted.
“Let’s not talk about what’s fair and what’s not, okay? My shoes are hurting me. I barely managed to squeeze into my favorite black dress and I can’t drink. So, I think I pulled the short end here.”
It’s true, she had a little bump over the belly, though it was barely visible from the front. And her boobs had definitely gotten bigger. The black dress was tightly hugging her curves, accentuating her body in all the right places. As I looked at her, I had a sudden urge to hold her in my arms. My heart started to race and I felt myself harden down in my pants.
This weekend was not going to be easy. I wasn’t sure whether it was Greta being pregnant, or the decades-long feelings for her that I had been harboring inside my heart. Admittedly, I had been hoping and wishing that Greta would notice me in a new, different way compared with when we were both younger. She was an amazing girl, funny and smart, witty, and beautiful, But because of my friendship with Garrett, I had to keep my distance from my his little sister.
It was supposed to be all amicable.
The night I had sat down beside her on the balcony, Garrett had, of course, confronted me, but I denied having any interest in Greta. I told him that Greta had simply asked me to sit with her because she didn’t want to be alone. In reality, I was the one who didn’t want to be alone that night.
Seven years later, Greta and I were in a hotel room, all alone. She was in a sexy black dress, and I couldn’t help myself from taking in the full sight of her, etching this image into my memory.
“What?” she asked coyly, looking at me noticing her.
“I was just thinking about the promise I had made to Garrett,”
She crossed her arms. “And what promise was that?”
“That I had no interest in you whatsoever.”
She raised her eyebrows and shifted her weight. “He made me promise the same thing,” she pouted.
“I was also thinking that you look amazing in that dress. Perfect!”
She bit her lip and walked toward me. “You have got to stop saying things like that,” she murmured.
“And why is that?” I asked with a grin.
She reached for my shirt, pulling me closer to her, and looked up at me. Her hazel eyes were smoldering. “Because I might not be able to control myself around you.”
To my surprise, and absolute delight, she raised her chin and kissed me. Her hands slipped under my shirt, setting my skin ablaze with desire. My hands cupped the sides of her head, my fingers raking through her hair. She moaned as she wrapped her arms around my waist, pressing my body tight against hers.
My hands slid down her shoulders and down her arms, while she tugged at my shirt, urgently undoing the buttons. She yanked my shirt off and looked down at my bare chest, her fingers skimming over my skin, down my chest and torso. I drew in a deep breath, fighting the desire inside of me, but I just couldn’t.
She glanced up at me, her eyes full of desire for my body. In that moment, I would do whatever she wanted me to do.
I reached for the back of her dress, found the zipper, and slowly pulled it down. My hands lightly touched her back and she shivered at the touch, her pink lips pouting, willing me to continue. I pulled down the dress off her shoulders, revealing her perky breasts, the nipples hard and begging me to kiss them. I let out a satisfied breath. Her dress fell down to the floor, and I took her in my arms again, kissing her hard, losing myself in the way she tasted. Strawberry and vanilla, scents that completely enthralled me, made me want her more. Her body moved along with mine.
I was already hard and erect as I ran my fingers through her hair again, devouring her lips, unable to get enough of her. Not wanting to stop kissing her.
I turned us around, took her hands in mine, and gently pushed her down on the bed, her legs dangling over the edge.
“Stay right there,” I ordered, as I kneeled down on the floor in front of her. I put her legs up on my shoulders, parting them to reveal the wetness in between. I lowered my head…
18
Greta
My heart pounded in my chest as I lay on the bed. It was as if my life was a slow motion movie at that moment, as I watched Isaac kneel down on the ground. His fingers gently slid my panties off and threw them away – who knew where they ended up. I didn’t care at all.
Isaac gently spread my legs apart, and I felt the anticipation build up inside me as his lips kissed the insides of my thighs. My breathing became ragged and all my senses were on hyperdrive.
Moving down my thigh, I felt his tongue touch my pussy and I let out a gasp. Next, his lips started moving in a rhythm as he licked and sucked my most sensitive parts. His tongue rolled over my clit multiple times, and I thought that I was going to explode as my nerves lit up. His touch was like electric shocks running through my body. My back arched up sharp
ly as I gripped the soft sheets, moaning loudly as his tongue got to work inside my pussy.
The feeling of pleasure made me call out his name numerous times. But he didn’t stop. He kept licking and kissing my clit until I finally exploded with a passionate scream.
He moved away slowly and glanced at me. I was panting as if I’d just run fifty miles!
“Are you okay?” he asked.
I propped myself up on my elbows and nodded. “Yeah. Now, it’s your turn to get on the bed.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Just take off your pants and lie down,” I said, my voice surprisingly hoarse and sexy at the same time. I was taking control of the situation, like a dominatrix.
Isaac quickly took off his pants, his rock hard cock ready for action, and lay down on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows. I climbed on top of him, kissing him, his cock lightly grazing my pussy and inner thighs. I shifted my hips back a bit and guided his cock inside me.
We both let out a soft moan as I slid down on his cock and pressed my hands on his chest.
I started moving my hips in circular motions, up and down. The feelings exploding inside me was hard to put in words. Waves of pleasure overcame me as I increased my rhythm, up and down. Isaac’s hands were on my hips, but I was the one controlling the sex. And I loved it!
Isaac raised himself up and kissed my nipples, making me moan as he kissed and sucked on them. All my senses were heightened, pleasure overwhelming me completely. My moans grew louder as I sped up and felt my pussy tighten around his cock. My head arched back as I felt myself cum again, the powerful orgasm making me scream with delight.
In one swift, and rather skillful, move, Isaac switched our positions. Now, I was lying on my back and he was on top of me, while still inside me.
He kissed me again on the lips, trailing his lips down to my neck, my breasts, and my nipples. My back arched again as he began to thrust his cock deeper in me.
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