She messaged back telling me that it was done and I nodded in approval. She knew her way around an office based on her resume and seemed to be efficient with her tasks. Maybe I’d make a dinner reservation for Friday night since I was confident that she’d be my willing companion by that time.
For this week, I had Aria to satisfy me. She was a local escort that I visited on the regular since she gave one of the best blowjobs I’d had and she was better with each visit. I sent her a text telling her to expect me later and set my phone on the desk as I rubbed my hand over my groin for a moment, listening to Amy chat with one of the girls out in the main room. I’d have her soon enough, bent over my desk or bed as I slapped that juicy ass of hers.
The day went smoothly with Amy picking up well and making my job easier. I noticed that she had lunch with a few of the other assistants and watched them leave as she turned her head to look at me while the others giggled. They’d line up for me, and this one was acting untouchable.
That would change. I took in her body for another moment before I turned to head back into my office.
CHAPTER 2
Brett
I told Amy to have a good evening before I left for Aria’s apartment, catching her gaze as she looked up at me. She looked as beautiful as she had this morning, not flustered in the least. Not that I could see anyway. I took a cab across town and knocked on Aria’s door with some Thai food from the corner in my hand, starving since I’d sexted my way through lunch instead of eating. She opened it with a sultry smile on her pink lips, and her silky blonde hair loose around her shoulders. Aria was dressed in a skimpy black dress and heels, and she let me in as I pecked her cheek. We weren’t close by any means, but I was here enough to know her better than some people in my life. “Smells good. You’re going to spoil me,” Aria told me in her light, flirty voice as I set the bag on her glass coffee table.
“How about you spoil me first?” I asked as my cock strained against my pants. I turned and unzipped my pants as her green eyes shimmered and she licked her lips. “Get on your knees.”
She walked over to me and dropped before me as I watched her tongue glide over my head. I grabbed her head and forced myself into her mouth as she moaned around my cock, my image of her blurring with the one in my head of Amy taking me, making me harder. The idea made me grab her harder as I forced myself in and out of her mouth, making it all Amy in my mind. How would she look like this, taking me hard and fast?
I heard a moan and someone shift as Aria tried to control the situation and slow down the pace. I stared down at her, disappointed with the blonde hair and lack of enthusiasm. “Fuck this. Get on the bed and take that dress off,” I told her as Aria looked up at me, knowing how much I enjoyed a good blow job. She stood and did as I asked, revealing her bare breasts and tight waist before I told her I wanted her from behind. I didn’t want to see her, ruining my fantasy and she nodded and climbed on her mattress as I climbed up behind her, kicking off my pants and shoes on the way. I grabbed at one of the condoms and slipped it on before I grasped her hips and thrust inside of her.
I closed my eyes and imagined Amy in front of me, tight and wet. It was a relief to have Larisa drifting from my mind, and I held onto my fantasy as I took her hard and fast, releasing early as she cried out for her own. It took all I had not to call Amy’s name as I shot inside of the latex, feeling her tighten weakly around me to gain her own release. Jesus, I spoiled Aria. She was an escort and here to please me, not the other way around. I pulled out of her as she turned and gave me a dark look before sitting down to face me. “You used to care about my pleasure too.”
I ran my hands through my hair and looked at her for a long moment, my eyes wild with lust. I loosened my tie and slipped my shirt off as she smiled. “Let’s eat, and then I’ll give you yours,” I said as she stood and walked across the room, naked and comfortable. We ate at the table, sipping wine as she asked me how my week was going.
After we had finished, I stared out of the sliding glass door and breathed in the fresh air. Aria returned to the bed and turned on some music until I made my way back to the bed, pushing Aria against the pillows as I kissed her hard and dropped between her legs. I wanted to feel like doing something other than fucking her raw, and I took in her sweet fruity scents as our tongues danced together. I missed the one that Amy used, but I kissed Aria harder as she wrapped her arms around my neck. I kissed her lips before I slipped down to nibble on her jaw, then at the skin of her neck. Aria started moaning as I found her nipples with my teeth, tugging in time with her sounds as I desperately wished that it was Amy underneath me. I sucked harder and slipped a hand between Aria’s legs to feel her wet cunt, slipping a finger inside of her as she arched her back. Aria tensed as she edged closer to a release and I closed my eyes as she cried out, still pretending. Once she was sated, I grabbed another condom and sheathed myself before spreading her thighs and taking her hard again.
It was my turn again, and I fucked Aria in life and Amy in my mind. I was caught up in it as I came and Aria moaned with me when I pulled out. She was gasping, and I looked down to see her dripping with juices as I licked my lips.
This wasn’t enough, and I pushed myself back and walked to the table to finish my wine.
Aria asked me to come back to bed, but I pulled my clothes on. “I have to meet someone.”
“Brett?” Aria asked as she sat up.
I was out the door and on the streets of Los Angeles, sweat pouring down my body. I decided to walk home and get some of my stress out, hating myself for wanting Amy so badly. I needed to find a way to make her mine since I hadn’t felt this way since Larisa. I stopped for a six-pack of beer during the walk and opened one the second I was in my spacious apartment. Even giving Rayna a generous amount in our divorce, partly out of guilt, as well as spoiling my grandson, I had plenty of money and always would.
I took a shower and dried off as I tried to watch some scores on television. I was thinking more about Amy than anything else, and I downed the beer as I dropped my head back. I figured that Aria might be pissed off and texting me but my phone was charging in my room so I wouldn’t hear it. I decided to check my work emails and fired up my laptop as I stared at the television screen. I read the several that had come in before closing the computer and trying to take a deep breath.
I knew when I saw Amy that I wanted her, causing me to wonder if I should have hired her at all.
I had a restless sleep and was up early for a run before I showered for work. I dressed in a similar fashion as the day before and made a cup of coffee to take with me, tired from being restless the night before. Everything looked the same as it had the day before, week before or month before but I was primed to see Amy outside of my office waiting for me. She wasn’t there yet, and I unlocked my door to get my things inside as I opened the blinds. The sun was bright today, and I paused as I felt a presence in the room with me. I turned to see Amy walking in with a coffee in hand, dressed in a red dress that swirled around her knees and clung to her chest. “I needed a cup, so I grabbed this for you,” Amy said as she looked at me, revealing circles under her eyes, indicating the same kind of night that I’d suffered through. Did she think about me?
“Thank you. I made some at home.” I paused for a moment, catching the pure want in her eyes before her eyes grew serious. “Didn’t you sleep well?”
“I have insomnia sometimes,” she explained with a wry smile as she turned to leave the room. I wanted to call out to her to come back, so I could ask her what troubled her and kept her up at night. Instead, I stepped forward and took a slow sip of the perfect dark, strong coffee with a smile. It was perfect, and it showed that Amy paid attention yesterday, I started to respond to emails and set up some appointments while messaging Amy to get some reservations for me at various places for lunch and dinner. She was on it, just like before and things were added to my desktop calendar one by one. I knew that it was going to be a productive week, but still, Amy was on my mind and keeping me at half-mast as I looked down at the tent in my pants.
She came in with a knock to ask about some of the software and leaned over as I looked at my screen and tried to focus on it, rather than her scent. “You remind me of Fall,” I murmured thoughtlessly before I frowned.
“It’s a cider scent. I order it every Fall,” Amy responded as she leaned closer and the heat made us both jump. I licked my lips and pointed at the screen as she murmured something, making me harden further. “Oh, now I see. That makes sense…Brett. Thank you.” She straightened up, thrusting her full breasts out as I looked up at them while turning my chair around. She licked her stained lips slowly before she met my eyes, turning sharply on her heel to leave the room.
I was in a frenzy, and I searched my mind for a way to have this woman. There had to be a way to get to her, and I leaned back in my chair as I thought about women in my past. I smiled. Jealousy always worked, even though it could be a low blow. I found a familiar number in my phone and sent Amy a message, requesting her to call the number and ask that Joss stop by later this afternoon. It was clearly an escort service, and I sent a text right after that asking her to stay a bit late and finish a report for me. I wanted Amy to see this and I watched as she agreed to both and then messaged again to say that Joss would arrive just after five when the office would be clearing out. Being the CEO meant that not too many people would say anything, to begin with, and it wasn’t the first time I’d enjoyed a woman in my office. This time, it wasn’t for my benefit completely. I wanted it to bother Amy to a level that she couldn’t stand it and she gave in to the obvious desire that had been brewing between is since the first moment that we saw one another.
I worked the rest of the afternoon, finding something to throw together as a report for her to work on, loosening my tie as she came inside when I messaged her. I draped it around my neck, remembering the way that Larisa used to look at me before or after work when I did this. Amy did as well, and she swallowed as she looked at the paperwork in my hand and back at me. She opened her mouth to say something when we both heard a knock at the door.
Perfect timing.
I glanced up to see Joss standing there in a short, tight skirt and low-cut silk t-shirt, both in black to highlight her platinum blonde hair that was cut into a long bob. She wore some boots and looked gorgeous and every bit like the escort that she was. “Hello there, sexy,” she greeted me in her sultry voice as I smiled and watched Amy’s reaction. Something crossed her face, but she hid it quickly as she excused herself, glancing at me before she pulled the door closed.
The click was hard, and I knew that she was bothered. Joss gave me a curious look and strolled forward. “New girl?”
“Yeah,” I replied as I felt her hands unbutton my pants while she pressed her lips against mine. Joss was another one that I knew well, and I allowed it, closing my eyes as I felt her hand gripping my hard cock, hard for Amy. I wondered how much she would hear out there, how, much she cared. Joss stroked me a few times before the took my hand and led me to the leather couch that was against the wall that I shared with Amy. I lay back and watched as she crawled over me, taking me into her mouth tightly. I decided at that moment that all the sex would happen here, knowing that it was only Amy that would know anything. Everyone else was heading out for the night, and my office was relatively private, to begin with.
CHAPTER 3
Amy
I closed the door and let out my breath. That woman was an escort, not that I didn’t know that already. She was beautiful, and I knew that she was doing her job in the room behind me as I sat down and glanced down at the papers in my hand.
I heard something against the wall as I sat down at my desk. I winced and realized that this didn’t need to be done tonight, as it was for a future client. He wanted me to hear this.
There was something that Brett didn’t know, something that most people didn’t know. I had a lot of school loans to pay back, and I had a second job at night and on weekends. I had three phones since I was a phone sex operator during my free time. It’s not something that I advertised on a resume or even casual conversation, but it brought in a lot of money and an odd sense of pride in the fact that I was helping people.
The phone calls weren’t always about sex, but my mind jumped right into the fantasies that I’d been harboring since I first laid eyes on my boss. He was sexy and gorgeous, and I sensed that he knew what to do with a woman. I wondered what he would do with me if I were in there instead of the escort, frowning as I heard a moan. I knew that he had a big desk in there that he could throw me over, back or stomach, and have his wicked way with me. I imagined his fingers stroking my now throbbing clit, inside of me and bit my lip. I kept myself aware of my surroundings as I let this play through my mind, though it was emptying out increasingly.
Would he fuck me with his fingers or his tongue? The idea of his face between my legs teasing me and tasting me made the juices seep into my lace underwear as I held back a moan that mirrored the one coming from the office behind me, and I stared forward for a moment.
I suspected that Brett liked to be in control and I let my mind wander as the image of him tying me up against some headboard on a bed, hands and feet. I pictured my legs spread wide for him, allowing him to do whatever he wanted.
Fuck, I was horny. That didn’t happen a lot, even with my other job. I could separate it, but right now, I needed to come. I looked around the main room, seeing it empty and feeling the silence around me as I focused. I slipped my hand under my desk, working my hand under my skirt and underwear as I spread my legs. My desk was big so nobody would suspect a thing if I kept control of myself. I found myself wet and slipped a finger into my folds, seeking the swollen clit that needed friction. I hadn’t slept with someone in a while, and I was entirely too familiar with my toys, so I let the images play through my mind as I worked myself towards a much-needed orgasm.
I pictured myself on my knees, tied up in his bed as he fucked me from behind. In the fantasy, he was thick and long and filled me completely as he took me over and over. It wasn’t gentle, and he even smacked my ass a few times. I held back a groan as two of my fingers slid inside myself. Oh, fuck. I was turned on, and I kept my eyes open.
I knew that asshole was on the couch right behind me based on the noises that I was hearing. There were bumps and cries, and I hated him at that moment for tormenting me. Joss let out a long moan that sent me over the edge as a violent release took me over, making me struggle to control myself.
Once I had regained composure, I went to wash up in the bathroom. I returned to my desk and stared at the papers that made no sense, knowing the intent behind them. I shut off my computer, locked up my iPad and left work for the night. Let him fire me, since I couldn’t manage anything in this state of mind. I could find a job with an unattractive boss that didn’t invite sluts to his office.
I went to get some dinner on the way home and unlocked my apartment, one that was a touch nicer than it should have been. I lived alone, and I wanted something safe and nice to call my own for now, and I made the money to back that up. I closed the door and locked it, dropping my stuff on the table and taking a deep breath as I played back the day. Did I really get myself off at my job of two days listening to my boss fuck another woman, or close?
I used to separate my life so well. I didn’t mix the sexual nature of one job with the organized style of the other parts of my life. Everything had its place.
I showered and changed into my leggings and a big shirt, pulling out my work phone from my drawer. I glanced at the one that Brett gave me, seeing nothing on the screen that suggested I was fired or that he even noticed my absence. Pity.
I turned on the client phone and turned on the television to mute, glancing at the images on the screen as I let it warm up. This job was all mine, and I made my hours as needed, only making myself available when I wanted to. It was a good salary no matter the hours, and if I kept this current job, the combination of the salaries would be generous. I’d be out of the woods well before the standard time, paying the minimum with one job.
My work phone chimed, and I set the other one down to walk over to my purse.
Brett: You left without doing the report.
Me: Family emergency. I didn’t want to interrupt your meeting to tell you but trust that the report will be completed tomorrow. Unless, of course, I’m fired?
Brett: No, you’re not. You can finish it tomorrow.
Me: Have a great night.
It seemed perfect that my client phone rang and I answered it, finding it to be an older man that recently lost his wife. We’d formed a connection on a few levels, talking about her as well as the loneliness that he experienced over the last year. He was also a kinky man and tonight, I was going to make that work for both of us.
I never used my real name, and I tried to keep my voice neutral with clients. I didn’t get personal, but tonight I led the conversation straight to sex and let him hear me as I came from the words. It wasn’t for him, but he would never know that. It was all for Brett, and I just changed the names as I jerked with my releases. They were hard and long, making me pleased that they only fueled Robert on.
I decided I might take this job to that level from now on since it worked out for both myself and the client. I had a longer night than usual, talking to Robert and a few others long into the early morning and passing out afterward.
What was Brett doing to me and how would this end?
CHAPTER 4
Brett
I fucked Joss every way possible in that office. She was a beautiful and talented woman, but it wasn’t for her as much it was me, and Amy. I was livid when we left, and her desk was dark and empty, with the false report sitting on top of it, as if to mock me. I threw it on my desk and locked up before I led the stumbling blonde from the building, ignoring the knowing looks from the remaining security guards as I followed her. Even as a woman, Joss got a lot of looks with her free style and sultry presence, and she smiled at me as we reached the street. “What got into you tonight?”
“You,” I lied as she rolled her eyes.
“Is it the pretty woman that works for you, Brett?” Joss teased as my eyes darkened. “Mmmm…she is pretty. I’ll join you guys when the time comes. I’ll bet she’s got a sweet little pussy.” Jealousy filled me when usually, the idea would turn me on. Her eyes twinkled as she slipped a coat over her shoulders and shook her head. “You’ve got it bad.” She was paid with cash inside of the office, so business was handled. Joss stepped away and blew a kiss my way as she turned to walk down the street. I had a feeling that escorts weren’t going to do it for me any longer and wondered what to tide myself over until I had Amy in my bed.
I got some food on the way home and unlocked my apartment door. Another night watching sports and eating, making me sigh. That was when I sent a text to Amy, getting back some bullshit about a family emergency. She asked if she was fired and I snorted. I hadn’t slept with her yet, so no way. When she told me to have a good night, I sensed some sarcasm in her tone. Did she leave because Joss bothered her? Did my fucking someone so close to her get to Amy? The idea thrilled me, and I imagined her at her desk, rubbing her clit as she listened. That was a stretch since she didn’t seem the type to risk being caught, so I decided that she went home and masturbated her way through the night. That idea made me hard, and I shook my head, thinking back to all the sex I’d had tonight.
I remembered that a friend of mine used a phone sex operator sometimes when he didn’t want to go out for sex. Ned claimed that he got more pleasure from the woman’s voice sometimes than fucking a stranger, or a slightly familiar escort. I found the number still scribbled on my pad by the home phone and entered it into my phone for a possibility in the future. I knew that I liked Amy in a way that I hadn’t wanted anyone for quite some time and perhaps fucking another woman in my office wasn’t an excellent idea in hindsight. I needed to be less of a pig and keep my behavior out of the office and personal life if I was to have a shot with her.
At this point, with her sass, I doubted it.
I slept little that night, tempted to call the number but resisting. I wanted to clear my head first and just talking didn’t sound all that erotic to me. I ran for a bit and showered as usual before dressing in a pair of black slacks and a gray shirt that I knew brought out my eyes, adding a black tie around my neck. I needed coffee again, and I cursed the hold that this woman already had on me as I made a cup to drink on the way to work, listening to the radio as I drove in.
The office was crowded today since there was a big meeting to prepare for with the heads from another location. There was catering to be set up and drinks to be made while the employees nervously prepared their information. Anderson and Frank was a strict company that liked things organized, and these meetings always sent everybody into a tailspin.
My mind was on the woman that was sitting at her desk outside of my office, dressed in black slacks and a deep purple shirt that was buttoned almost all the way up, hiding that gorgeous cleavage that I wanted to see so badly. Her hair was loose around her shoulders, and though she looked tired, there was also a glow about her as she looked at me. Did Amy go off with someone after leaving the office? What the fuck had I done by bringing Joss in here? “Good morning,” she said as she smiled at me, her eyes severe.
“I trust everything is fine now with your family?” I asked as she nodded and walked over towards the break room, presumably to make some coffee. I watched her hips sway, imagining some lucky bastard buried inside of her while I shook my head. I fucked up.
I prepared for the meeting, slipping my jacket on and getting my notes together before I made another cup of coffee. I knew that someone always ordered in good food so I was set there and quite hungry after my run. Amy was coming as my assistant to take some notes and just to learn more about the company. When I walked out to make my coffee, she was securing her hair into a low ponytail and adding some gloss to her lips before she glanced at me. “Ready for this meeting?” I asked her as she nodded slowly. Was she ever going to say anything to me?
Amy secured the iPad under her arm and walked with me, coffee in hand to the spacious conference room in the corner of the building. We found out seats towards the head of the table near the visiting staff and Amy raised an eyebrow at all the food that the company was setting out. “They go all out.”
“I’ll say,” Amy murmured as she saw some of the people she knew and waved with a smile on her face. She greeted them in a warmer fashion than she did me.
I was acting like a jealous middle schooler, and I sat down and assembled my folders in front of me. Amy went to speak to some of the girls, returning with a plate that she set between us as I glanced at her. It was filled with a selection of breakfast choices, and she powered on her iPad as she bit her lip. Even if she wasn’t talking to me or even making eye contact with me, Amy was obviously a compassionate person. She grabbed a half of a bagel and nibbled on it before finally looking my way as if to urge me to help myself.
The meeting started, and I stood and talked, showing the visitors some stats on the screen that was on the iPad. Amy kept up with me, putting every image that I needed up when I mentioned it and I admired her for paying so much attention to the meeting that we had about this. I felt the eyes on me, male and female alike, but I kept going on and only made eye contact with the people that I needed to. Amy was one of them, and I saw the flush on her cheeks every time our eyes locked.
We took a break so everyone could get some more food or their first plate and use the restroom. I walked right over to Amy and leaned down as she looked up at me. “You made me look great just now. Thank you.”
“It’s my job,” she replied as I shook my head.
“You do it better than anyone else ever has,” I promised her before I went to get some more coffee and some fresh air before the meeting continued. As before, Amy did her part, and I watched the other speakers present with a relaxed demeanor. I knew that the other managers were going to learn something here today and I shook hands with them afterward, where they asked me to dine with them in the city that night. I accepted and looked across the room where Amy was talking to some friends as she sipped coffee.
“Is that lovely lady your assistant?” One of the men asked as I nodded and returned my eyes to them. “She’s brilliant. I’d suggest keeping her on as well as inviting her to join us. I’d like to talk to her more.” I knew that Amy could go further in the business with those words and I nodded, assuring him that I’d ask her. Once the meeting broke and we left the room to return to our respective offices, I met Amy at her desk.
“They loved the presentation,” I started in without hesitation as she stared at me. “You caught their eye, Amy. They want you to have dinner with us tonight so they can talk further.” When she furrowed her brow, I leaned closer. “You can go places, Amy. You can move higher in this company. Say yes.”
“Yes,” she replied in a daze before she blinked. “When and where?”
I named a popular restaurant in the city, Cut. We were to arrive at six-thirty, and I offered to pick her up as she licked her lips and seemed to think about her options. It would give her time to get ready and not have to worry about driving through the city, and I knew where she lived. It wasn’t all that far from me, just in a neighborhood a few levels down from mine. I was curious to know how she afforded it, assuming I’d find out soon enough.
“Cut? I’ve heard great things about it,” Amy murmured as I grinned. It was one of my favorites and a perfect atmosphere for chatting and getting to know people, mostly Amy tonight. “Yes, I’d like that. I’m not a huge fan of driving in the city and getting a cab at that hour would be a bit time-consuming.” She gazed at me. “Do you know where I live?”
“I can find out if you don’t want to jot it down,” I lied to her as she gave me a calculating gaze. Amy took a piece of paper and jotted something down before sliding it over to me.
For me, the day seemed to drag on forever as I anticipated dinner with Amy. I knew that it was a business dinner, that there would be others there, but it was a chance to see her away from the office and pick her brain a bit on a social level. I could still feel the heat between us and thought this might break the ice a bit, with some cocktails and the time in the car. I knew how to wine and dine well, and I planned to pull out all my tricks tonight.
When I stepped out of the office at five, Amy was gathering her things together, and I glanced at her. “Would you like a ride home, Amy?” I knew that she took a bus to work and it would save time and get my plan in motion.
“Yes, that would be great. It will save time later tonight. Do you have the address?” She inquired as I held up the paper. The drive was quiet as she settled in my SUV, making my way through traffic with ease as she smiled. “You know LA well.”
“I’ve lived here a few times,” I replied as I pulled up to the curb in front of her apartment. “Nice complex.”
“I like it,” she replied as she gave me a long look. “I’ll see you soon?”
“You will.” Amy exited the car, and I made sure that she was at the gate before I pulled away to head home to change.
CHAPTER 5
Amy
My heart was pounding as I unlocked my door and pushed my way inside. Holy shit, it had been a crazy day. I knew that I had just a little time to prepare for dinner and I dropped everything on my table and hurried into my large bedroom. Business dinner at an amazing restaurant meant something a little nicer than what I’d wear to work, but not something I’d wear to a club in my mind. I headed into the bathroom first and pulled my hair down to play with it for a moment. I’d pull that up in an elegant bun later, but for now, I started on my makeup. Just a few minutes and I looked polished with foundation and concealer, along with some dark liner on my lids with some shimmer. It was simple with a dramatic flair, and I grasped my hair in my hands and tilted my head.
“This is to impress the managers, not Brett. He just has to go,” I told myself as I looked at my counter. I decided to do a thick braid near my long bangs and twisted all the hair into a low bun with some loose curls. I learned to embrace my curls a long time ago and make them work for me. Once I was finished, I returned to my bedroom and searched my closet for the classic black dress. Mine was knee length and clung to me without being slutty, and it featured cute cap sleeves and a ruffled skirt that looked great with the Louboutins that I pulled out for special occasions. I added some red stain to my lips to match the shoes and glanced at my clock to see that I had just enough time to dab on some more perfume, moistening my neck and wrists before I added a shimmery necklace that fell just above my subtle cleavage.
I loved to dress up and my second job didn’t offer a lot of that. This was going to be fun, and my stomach growled as I thought about the plate I was going to inhale in just a little while, as my thighs ached with the lust for the man I’d be dining with. Only one of those could be satisfied tonight, at least until I arrived back home later this evening.
I was walking into the living room when my phone rang, making me hurry to pick it up. Brett informed me that he’d arrived and preferred to walk me from my door. I buzzed him in after telling him what apartment I was in and took a deep breath. I was breaking every rule by letting him inside of my private space, something that hit me hard when he walked through my door with his woodsy, masculine scent dressed in one of the sexiest suits I’d ever seen in my life.
I had to hold onto the frame before I closed the heavy door and looked at him. His eyes were devouring me, and I swallowed before I forced a smile on my face. “You look…exquisite,” Brett told me in a husky voice that sent shivers down my spine. I felt my nipples harden underneath my push up bra and let my eyes drift down his body for a free moment.
“You clean up well yourself,” I replied, knowing that he wore suits every day. This one was different, sexier, and more fitted.
“Clean up,” he mused as he looked around my apartment. “This is gorgeous. Do you live alone?”
“I do. I prefer that,” I replied, choosing not to add that it was easier to make men come over the phone that way, even the occasional woman. That would be awkward if I had a roommate or even a family. We had made some small talk before I slipped a light sweater over my shoulders before he locked my door for me. I looked at him, wondering how far he liked to take his control as he led me to his car.
It was a beautiful night, and I looked at the lights of the city as he headed towards Cut. I had a car, but I drove it as little as possible, not being a big fan of traffic. He handled it with ease and confidence like Brett seemed to handle life. I guessed that he was close to forty, at least fifteen years older than I was. He didn’t look it as much as he exuded life experience to me. He was handsome and in fabulous shape, everything I’d want in a man if he wasn’t my boss. I pushed the idea away and looked forward as we pulled up to the curb, where a young guy parked the car for Brett. Valet parking. Very impressive.
Brett offered me his arm as we faced the glass doors and I took it with a gracious smile. It was good manners, nothing more. There was no heat between us, and I dropped it as he opened the doors for us and told the hostess who we were meeting before a pretty redhead led us to a table in the corner where Mark and Daniel were already sipping cocktails and laughing. “Brett, Amy. It’s a pleasure to see you again,” Mark told us as he stood and shook our hands, telling me how lovely I looked.
I thanked him and greeted Daniel, telling him the same as I blushed. I didn’t have three men telling me that I was beautiful too often, not in person anyway. On the phone, they said that my voice was sexy and how much it turned them on as I made up images in my head to tell them what I looked like. I was always thinner and had a smaller nose in these descriptions.
I came back to the present as we took our seats and someone came by to take our drink orders. I ordered white wine and Brett some Hennessey on the rocks as I gave him a long look. I knew that he was driving, but I trusted that he wouldn’t drink too much and endanger us. With a few hours of conversation and some food, it would be fine.
We started talking about the company, and I was given a rundown of the history of it over salad, nodding and smiling in all the right places. It wasn’t that I didn’t have an interest, just that Brett was sitting next to me at the intimate table and distracting the ever-loving hell out of me. His cologne carried over to me, and I couldn’t help but inhale it as I imagined tasting it on his skin before I took him into my mouth. I had to bring myself back in the moment as out entrees arrived, which was when they started asking about me.
I told them about my mother and my start in the real estate business, moving on to my college years that had ended in honors two years ago. I worked for a few smaller companies in that time, but this job was the best chance for me to get ahead, making me smile when all the men assured me that I would. I told them that I was originally from Tennessee but moved here when my mom wanted to make a better career for herself. I loved the business of the city and the ocean being so close. I chatted about LA with them, and we compared stories about their hometown of New York. That was certainly somewhere I’d love to visit someday, and the idea that I could work there in the future excited me.
I knew that Brett paid close attention to every word I said and I did the same whenever he spoke. He was such a complex man and successful at a young age. He had these two men just a few years younger than he was eating out of his hand and it turned me on as I sipped my third glass of wine. I was feeling it but not so much so that I was making a fool of myself quite yet.
When dessert came, I couldn’t wait to get home. I was having a great time and everything about the night was wonderful, but I needed some time to myself. I got myself off every night now and was craving it after being in the presence of Brett. I’d never admit it but he was my primary fantasy these days, and I had hours of content to use later.
We ended the night with hugs, all closer after talking for so long. There were promises to talk soon, lunch before they returned home and a possible visit to their town in the future. Brett stood close to me on the curb as we waited for his car, quiet until we were alone. “That went well. They liked you.” I glanced at him, letting the wine consume me now as I smiled.
“They seemed like they did, yes.” I laughed as I agreed, feeling his eyes on me as we stopped at a light.
“Are you drunk, Amy?” Brett asked as heat flooded my thighs and I took a deep breath.
“Just a little wine happy,” I assured him as I looked out of the window, falling in love with LA all over again. I was appreciative that Brett told me I could come in a little later tomorrow since it was midnight now and I knew that I’d do some work before bed. Being a little buzzed would make it so much easier. “Are you coming in later tomorrow too?”
“A smidge but I am an early riser by nature,” he explained as he parked at my curb. “Can I walk you up?”
“Yes, of course,” I replied as he left the car and came around to open my door. He offered me his arm again, and we walked together up to my front door before I looked at him. “I had a great time tonight.”
“It was a good time, one of the best that I’ve had for a while.” Brett smiled as he spoke and I dropped his arm to pull my keys out of my small clutch. He took them and unlocked my door, asking me if he could come in and make sure that I was safe. I agreed, and he checked the small apartment as I set my things on the counter, hoping that it wasn’t too much of a mess. I was a clean person, though, and I turned to see him in the living room. “Everything looks good.”
“Thank you. I’ve never had a man do anything like that for me.” He frowned as I spoke, stepping closer as I stepped back and bumped into my counter.
“You deserve to have a man do that and more for you,” Brett told me as I licked my lips, watching his eyes drop to take them in with a hungry gaze. “Amy, I…”
“You’re one of the most stunning men that I’ve ever met, Brett,” I told him, holding my hands up as he took them. I pulled away and shook my head. “You are my boss. Tonight, more than ever, I realized that I need to focus on my future and make good choices. I can’t let this go anywhere.” I felt empty as I spoke but it was for the best, and I knew that.
He looked stricken for a moment before he nodded slowly. “Yeah, you’re probably right about that. I don’t want to interfere with your career.”
“Thank you,” I spoke from my heart, even knowing how much I cared about him. I’d love to taste his lips and give in to all my fantasies, but it would be wrong. At this moment, I hated myself for making the responsible choice.
He left after that, telling me to lock my door and set my alarm. I let my shoulders droop and went to wash off the makeup and pull on a big shirt to wear to bed, leaving myself bare underneath. Not only was I all kinds of horny but now I was upset at my decision. I needed to work that out and hard. I let my hair down and dropped into my bed with my client phone, turning it on and warming it up.
It rang instantly, and I looked at the screen to see Robert’s name, at least the name that he gave me. I saved regulars but never reached out to them in any way. He seemed happy to hear my assumed voice, and I knew that the wine was helping me flirt with him and draw him into my need. Before too long, we were both coming with moans and short breaths before he ended the call reluctantly, needing to work in the morning.
I was still restless, and I wondered if anyone else would call when the phone rang again. I glanced at it to see a new number, a local one and I answered in my overdone drawl, identifying myself as my chosen name for the business. The voice was uncertain and husky with desire as the man spoke slowly and asked if this was the line that I worked for.
“It sure is, Sugar. What can I do for you tonight?” I said as I relaxed against my pillow and waited.
“I’ve never called one of these before. What is the normal process?” He asked as I pictured an older man on the other end, possibly widowed like Robert or divorced and looking for some company.
“This goes at your pace. You pay by the minute so with that being said, let’s get to know each other.” I had a whole story that I told everyone over the phone that was far different than my own life. I knew that there was a message before the call was put through reminding callers of charges, being eighteen and all the legal stuff before I spoke to them. It was standard, and he started to talk slowly as I drew my knees up and longed for it to get sexual faster. His voice was seductive and drew me in as I listened to him talk about a woman that he wanted badly, but she rejected him. I suggested that he tell me what he wanted to do to her, to reveal his fantasies. He jumped right in, and it was everything that I wanted Brett to do to me, so I urged him to tell me more. I knew that he was jerking himself off within a half an hour as he spoke in tense syllables and I slipped my hand between my legs as I told him how wet I was for him. That only promoted his behavior, and the talk grew dirtier as he said what he wanted to do to this mystery woman that he worked distantly with, making me come hard and fast. Everything he said was everything that I wanted for myself. Every act he described, I wanted to be done to me, and I lost count of the times that I came to his vivid descriptions. Minutes turned into hours when he assured me that money was not an issue, making me ultimately get just a few hours of sleep that night despite the later starting time.
I was surprised when Brett sent me a text saying to just take the day off with his approval. I relaxed back in bed and played back the night, including the dinner and rejection followed by my new favorite client. He assured me that he’d be calling again and I looked forward to it before falling back to sleep wrapped up in my blankets.
In the back of my mind, I wondered if Brett had been with a woman last night after I turned him away. The thought bothered me, but he had every right despite my feelings about it, having been the one to end the chance of anything happening, to begin with.
CHAPTER 6
Bret
I knew it was bad when I missed my morning run and chose to stay home from work in the morning. I never missed either, and I couldn’t pinpoint the reason for my feelings this day. Dinner had been incredible, making me fall for Amy’s various charms just before she ended any chance with us. I was certain that she wanted me too, seeing it in her eyes even when she ripped my heart out. I’d fallen for her as easily as I did Larisa, and I had the fresh pain to deal with because of it.
I wanted to call a woman over to my house more than anything that night, but I knew it hadn’t helped in the past as much as I’d hoped it would. I found the number by my phone and turned it over in my hands a few times on the couch before I grabbed my cell.
The woman on the other end had a strong accent, one that was clearly exaggerated. I assumed that they did this to hide their identity and decided to appreciate the fact that it reminded me of Amy, particularly when the conversation turned sexual, and I was jacking myself off like a teenage boy. This woman, this stranger, made all my fantasies with Amy come to life in some form and I was still thinking about her this morning.
That was when I sent Amy the text and reached for the number again.
We spent the day on the phone, talking as well as coming. She had a great story of being from a big family, living in Georgia before she came here to finish school. Cherie, as I knew her, was full of personality and kept me hooked as I spent hundreds of dollars just talking to her about my own life. There was something about her that felt far more genuine than any escort. Though I knew I might tire of jacking off, for now, it worked for me along with the conversation. Something was comforting about it, and I finally ended the last call to get off my ass and hit the gym in my building.
I felt sore and tired before I started on the treadmill with my ear buds in, keeping me motivated with some hard music. I felt myself loosening up and took a deep breath as I felt eyes on me as I looked around the room to see a woman staring at me from the vending machine. She was pretty with light red hair and a smoking body, but I knew that I was at my limit with sex for the day. I merely looked forward and focused on the difficult climb ahead of me on the machine and the hot shower afterward.
Like an addict, I jerked off in there as well with Amy in my mind. She was bent before me, spread open and ready as I mounted her like an animal. I knew that she’d be wrapped so tight around me and I stroked myself harder as I closed my eyes and let the fantasy play on. Her cries and the way she pushed back against me is what made me shoot all over my shower wall, crying out her name.
It had merely been a week since she began working for me and I dropped down to the floor as I inhaled the steam surrounding me. I had to let this go, even though the attraction had been strong since around a month ago when I interviewed Amy. I had no idea that it would turn to this.
I resisted the urge to call Cherie, telling myself that it would save some money as I turned in for an early night. That wasn’t any kind of issue, but I needed to sleep tonight and be at the office tomorrow.
I arrived early as always, bright-eyed after a run. Everyone looked at me in shock, probably since I missed the previous day of work. That was a rare occurrence for me. I greeted the staff and headed to my office to find Amy at her desk, warming up her computer and preparing for the day. There was no doubt in my mind that she had gotten the same looks, making me make a mental note to observe the situation and quell any kind of talk in the building.
“Good morning,” I greeted her softly as she blinked and looked up at me. She was wearing green, and it made her skin glow even as she yawned. I wasn’t stupid and knew what else could cause that kind of glow, but Amy had the right to be with anyone that she wanted to now.
“Good morning,” she responded with a soft smile, almost apologetic. “Did you have a relaxing day off?” I noticed the flush cover her cheeks as she spoke and nodded.
“It was unusual for me, but yes,” I felt myself harden at the memory of Cherie’s voice as I grinned and she smiled wider. “I suppose we’ll be making up for it today. Want to get some coffee?”
Amy laughed and nodded as she stood, revealing the dress that she wore with heels, making her look downright edible. I looked back over the week and hoped that she’d be quick to get over as well as fall for, following her as I tried not to notice her hips rocking back and forth, displaying the ass that was in my memory from last night.
We made our individual cups, and she joined me for a rundown of what needed to be done for the day. Amy was professional today though always kind and I appreciated that she wasn’t the kind of woman to act bitchy after the type of conversation that we’d had. This might work out well, given some time. I couldn’t help but think about Cherie at some point during the day, and I took a moment to dial her number, disappointed when I reached her voice mail. I laughed, knowing that I couldn’t act anything out in here anyway and set the phone down without leaving a message. I’d call her later, but still, I wondered what she was doing right now. Did she have another job? I knew little about Cherie though I didn’t know how much she wanted to reveal about herself. She was a phone sex operator after all, though she seemed like much more to me. I still had feelings for Amy that overwhelmed me, but they had to be pushed back. I had to respect her wishes.
I left for lunch, leaving Amy at her desk as I reminded her to take her own. She smiled at me and glanced down at a phone screen that looked like a different one than her company phone. Of course, she has a personal phone. Who wouldn’t? I was lucky to know one of her numbers, and I’d never push for two. I ended up going to a deli with one of the managers from New York, who made everything worse as he chatted about Amy and how great she seemed. I nodded in silent agreement before changing the conversation to the company and prospects for the upcoming year. We ended the lunch on a good note, and I went back to work feeling good about at least one thing in my life.
Amy was gone, making me assume that she went to lunch after I did. I went back into my office and started to return some emails, jotting down meetings that had to be scheduled and restaurants that I preferred. Amy was learning quickly, but she was still adjusting to fine dining in Los Angeles. I longed to show her more but that was finished, apart from any business-related meals. I assumed that Cherie was as well, making me hope that I might meet someone to date sometime soon. I was tired of just fucking at this point. I wanted something real for a change.
I left for the night, walking out with Amy as she seemed to rush. “Plans tonight?” I asked curiously as she blushed.
“Not really, no. I don’t know why I’m jumpy.” Amy was clearly covering something up, and I felt a little disappointed that she already seemed to find someone new. I knew that she was never mine, to begin with, and I thought about my own evening. I hoped to talk with Cherie, though friends were nagging me to hang out with them. I was well-known as a workaholic, and they reminded me often that going out was a good idea, and not just to find a warm body for the night. I promised my friend Jason that I’d meet him at a bar tomorrow night, claiming that work was busy today.
Lies, all lies.
I grabbed a burger for dinner, vowing to start cooking again as I walked into my house. I changed into workout shorts and sat down on the couch to eat as I caught up on a hockey game. I had the windows wide open, getting the noise of the cars and people down on the streets as I wondered if Cherie was available tonight.
It turned out she was and answered the phone on the first ring. She sounded anxious, and I teased her about missing me as she giggled sexily on the other end of the line. I asked her how her day was and she told me good before asking me about mine. All she knew was that I worked at an office and I’d downplayed my position as just a supervisor. I told her that it went smoothly and she asked about the woman that I worked with and how that went. I told her that it was over and she asked if I was all right with that again.
Somehow, the conversation turned around to my marriage and the affair with my stepdaughter, something that shocked Cherie. She didn’t seem to judge me and instead, asked how hot it was to be fucking two women at once. She went as far as to ask if there was ever a threesome, which prompted me to admit that I did have one with my son and stepdaughter, who were together now. That stunned her even more, but it seemed to stir up her desire, and she was soon coming over the phone for me. I loved the sound and reached down my shorts to jerk myself off as I listened, groaning as my release edged closer quickly. I’d been wanting this all fucking day, and I moaned her name as I shot inside of my clothes, assuring her that it was all for her. It was heading there, and she giggled slowly as I closed my eyes.
I’d admitted that I never called anyone before like this and she asked me in the slow, post-orgasm voice how I liked it so far. I told her that I’d love to have her in my bed and fuck her senseless as she let out a low moan. I also assured her that she was hot as hell and turned me on every time that we spoke, both physically and mentally.
The days progressed with lots of conversation and growing sexual encounters. I got Cherie to admit that she had a few toys and convinced her to use some on herself, using the speaker phone so I could hear every vibration and moan as they occurred.
I noticed as the next few weeks passed that Amy looked flushed and a little tired. She must be staying up late as I was and I was mildly jealous of the man that had her time. We were both cheerful, though, and I knew that I was riding the high that was Cherie and she must be doing the same. We made a great team at work, and the attraction was fading, though still there. We just didn’t acknowledge it and went about our business, making me realize that I couldn’t have a better assistant. I wouldn’t trade her for the world, no matter how things turned out.
CHAPTER 7
Amy
It was hard not to notice that Brett seemed happier at work as the weeks passed. I hadn’t ordered nor seen any escorts coming through the doors, so maybe he was done with that aspect of his life. Maybe he was hiding it from me rather than flaunting it, something that had been far more successful for him than I would ever admit.
There were days that I was happier more than jealous of whoever was making him happy. I knew that I was caught up in the client that I knew as Phil, who I spoke to regularly. I had the same regulars, but he was on the longest with me. Phil had a story to tell and a lot of things that he was getting over, things that should bother me but they only made me want him more. I knew that we took it further with every conversation and I revealed all my darkest fantasies to him as we gave in to our lust and found new ways to make one another come. It was getting dirtier by the week, and I was addicted before I was willing to admit it.
I was also falling for Phil, something that seemed impossible in my field. It also felt impossible given my feelings for Brett at one point, and it scared me that I was moving past them. It made me sad that he seemed to be moving past his feelings for me as well but that was that way it should be, wasn’t it?
I started to look forward to the evenings and my talks with Phil. I knew that he was monopolizing my time and my business but either way, I got paid and he was supporting me well now. He didn’t seem to have any financial worries at all, causing me to wonder if he was one of those rich men that liked to use phone sex operators and escorts since Phil admitted to using them from time to time. That was another incredible turn on for me since it reminded me of the day in the office. I would never tell anyone about that, but I did say that I came home and used things during the day for selfish reasons a lot. I told Phil that it was him a lot of the time as I did all the clients, though I meant it with him.
I realized that I meant every word as the days passed. I was breaking one of the rules in my line of work and personalizing it. I was beginning to care for one of my clients, and while we’d barely mentioned taking it further, I knew that it was on my mind. I knew that it was something I was considering, but then what? Was I supposed to just stop working or would he be okay with me being the source of pleasure for other men as well?
I wasn’t close with any of the other operators since we worked from home. I didn’t even know any of them to ask if they’d ever met a client in person before, but it must happen sometimes. Strippers got together with guys they met at work and more than likely, hookers as well. It was a natural progress of things, but it could change everything for me. Brett paid me generously, and I was appreciative of that, though it wasn’t enough to pay off my loans and my bills. I didn’t want to move into another apartment or change my life since it was comfortable right now. I was happy, and I’d never ask Phil to support me, should he end up being wealthy. I was too independent for that, as well as having pride in the face that I could take care of myself. I wasn’t ready to need someone that much, but Phil was edging around the subject of meeting, and I was beginning to crave.
The holidays were approaching, and I glanced at my computer at work one day to see that it was November, stunned with how quickly time passed. I didn’t feel like I did anything but work and talk on the phone, or work if I looked at it another way. It just didn’t feel that way, other than the fact that I was paying down my loans faster than I’d imagined possible.
With that, I considered stepping back from Phil for a time. I was getting too involved, bordering on obsessed and I needed to regain control of my life. I kept it separate for a long time and missed that time in my life. I was despondent over the idea, but I chose to leave my phone off after work for a full week. I might lose clients as a result, but I needed to regain the life that I had previously, one that wasn’t complicated.
I slept less than before, and I was edgy to boot, making me irritable at work and everywhere else. I could tell that Brett recognized it by the way that he asked if everything was okay with me, showing a lot of concern. I happened to notice that he seemed on edge as well, finding him on his cell more than usual when I walked into his office. He was never talking, just ending whatever call he was on as anger crossed his face. “Are you okay?” I asked as he seemed to be lost in thought for a long moment.
“Yes, I’m just trying to reach a friend. Something important has come up.” Brett looked at me, and I noticed the pale tone to his skin as if he hadn’t slept well lately. We were two peas in a pod, a saying that reminded me of my grandmother as I smiled wistfully. She’d passed when I was just seventeen and not living in Tennessee anymore, and I missed her. “What’s that pretty smile for?”
“I was just thinking of my Gram,” I replied as I shrugged. “I miss her.”
“Is she back home?” Brett asked as I pressed my glossed lips together.
“She died a few years ago. It was after we moved so I’d been seeing her a lot less than before. She got cancer, and that was that,” I replied as he stood and walked over to me, giving me a hesitant look before pulling me close for a hug.
“I’m sorry, Amy.” His voice was sincere and brimming with concern as I smiled and wrapped my arms around his waist. Brett smelled amazing, and I’d always appreciate his masculinity, and there was a small part of me that longed to take back my previous decision just for one night. I didn’t have the same volatile orgasms without Phil’s sexy voice to urge me on, and I was starting to go through withdrawals. “Is that all that’s bothering you? You’ve seemed stressed out lately.”
“I…I’m fine,” I told him in a shaky voice as I pulled him closer. “Just dealing with something.” I was tempted to ask him out to dinner or drinks this evening, ending the night in someone’s bed so I could get taken the way that I longed to, but he was still my boss…and I was still dealing with my feelings for Phil, whether or not they made sense. I wasn’t the type to use one man when I wanted another, at least not that I knew of. Talking about my fantasies was one thing, but to act on them was another. It wouldn’t be right to do to my boss, someone that I saw every day and at one time had feelings for me. I pulled away abruptly and took a deep breath as I looked into his apprehensive face. “I’ll bounce back.”
“I hope so,” he told me as he ran a hand through his hair. His office phone rang, and Brett stepped forward to answer it as I started for the door. “Amy?” I turned and glanced at him. “Daniel will be in town tomorrow and wants to have lunch with us. Are you free?”
“Absolutely,” I replied with a smile. I’d kept in touch with both men and looked forward to seeing them anytime that I could. Between them and Brett, I was always reminded that I was doing a good job at work and had a future in this line of work. I left the office and pulled the door closed to go back to my desk and stare at the locked drawer where my personal and client phones were in my purse. I glanced around and unlocked the drawer to pull the latter out and power it on. I was curious and had to see if he called me if he missed me like I did him. I was staring at the screen as missed calls and texts came through one after another. There were calls from Robert as well as a few other regulars, but most of them were from Phil. There were also a few texts, and I sighed as I read the many times he asked if I was okay. He said that he missed me. I was reading them over and over when someone said my name, causing me to jump and drop the phone on the floor.
“Amy?” Brett asked as he stepped closer. I was shaking, and I pressed my hands to my forehead as I breathed in deeply.
“Sorry. You scared me,” I explained as I forced a smile on my face.
“I’ll say. Is anything wrong?” He asked again, and I shook my head quickly.
“No, I was just reading some…messages. Back to work,” I claimed as he stared at me and shook his head. I picked up my phone as he walked back into his office and glanced down again. Something flashed across the screen, and I saw Phil’s name as the phone rang, set to silent as it always was when I wasn’t working. I usually didn’t even carry it with me, but I was becoming a pathetic human being these days. I didn’t answer since there was no way I could talk the way that we both liked here, instead choosing to power it down and shoving it back into my purse. Maybe I’d turn it on later.
I finished a report for him with some music playing from my computer speakers as I hummed along to the words, taking messages from my mother on my personal phone about the holidays. We spent them together at her house near me, since Mom loved to cook. She had a new boyfriend for me to meet as well and seemed excited about it as she told me about Ken. She had been mostly single since Dad left when I was only ten years old, only dating here and there. I was happy to meet the man that seemed to mean so much to her.
I finished the report and gave it a thorough read before I ran it through my trusty program that double checked my work. It looked great, and I sent it along to Brett as I leaned back and took a deep breath.
I needed coffee…again.
I stood to go and make some after a quick glance around that I wasn’t needed. The break room had a couple of people in it, and I smiled as I greeted them, stepping up to one of the machines to make my cup.
CHAPTER 8
Brett
Where the fuck was Cherie? I hadn’t been able to reach her for a few days, making me wonder what I did wrong. Did I offend her? Was I too pushy? I called her again, and instead of ringing at all as it had before, it went right to voice mail. It must have been on for a moment but why? I set my cell phone down and leaned back in my chair.
Amy was acting odd as well, staring at the phone that way at her desk. Was her new man sending her texts? I felt slightly jealous of him though more concerned about Cherie than anything else. I was going out with friends tonight, finally, so I’d call when I got home after a few drinks. Maybe she’d be available to me then.
I threw myself into a report and entered the data as I listened to the news over my speakers, frowning at some of the reports on stocks. I had several investments and was always considering how they were doing, even though I made plenty of money. That’s how a smart man kept his money, and I was always looking for a profit on an investment. Hell, at this rate I needed the earnings to pay my phone bill. Cherie wasn’t cheap, but she was worth every penny. I’d keep her voice in my ear every moment if I could, and looked around for some coffee as I yawned.
I didn’t sleep talking to her, or not talking to her. I was damned if I did as well as if I didn’t. Maybe some drinks and laughter with my buddies would be good for me. I stood and left to make some coffee, well-aware of the fact that I was drinking too much these days. I missed the high that was Cherie, and I idly wondered if I should suggest meeting in person, given that we were both local. There was a chance that we wouldn’t click in person, but I highly doubted it would be the case.
I walked to the break room, looking forward as I lost myself in my thoughts. Making it was automatic at this point in my life and I didn’t need to think about it at all, at least until I heard a female’s voice say my name. I turned my head with a frown, annoyed that I was interrupted and saw Lisa. She was an assistant to one of my top managers and a hookup at one point when I first moved back to the city. Lisa was a beautiful blonde woman that offered a good time back in the day, though she was the reason I didn’t repeat that mistake. “Hi, Brett. How are you?” Her voice was low and sultry, even though it wasn’t going to work on me.
“Doing well. How are you?” I kept my tone light and looked back at my coffee, since I was familiar with how aggressive she could become when she thought that a man was interested in her.
“I was thinking of going out for some drinks tonight. Would you like to join me?” There it was.
“I have plans, but thanks.” I didn’t offer up another night, needing to shut this door as soon as possible.
“Another time?” She pressed as I thought about what to say. Lisa was an employee, and I had to treat this delicately, or else HR might be all over my ass.
“I don’t think that’s going to happen,” I said lightly as I looked around the empty room. “Those times are over, Lisa.”
She narrowed her eyes for a moment and stood straighter, pushing her fake breasts out before she smiled. “Are you certain? We had fun back in the day.”
“I’m very sure,” I told her, looking at her with a firm gaze. Someone walked into the room, and I picked up my coffee and told Lisa to have a good day before returning to my office.
Amy was sitting at her desk typing, and I looked at her curiously as I passed. “Everything all right?” Her voice was light, but I heard the curious tone in it.
“It is,” I paused and looked around. “You’re a compassionate person. I appreciate that.” She looked up at me with a small frown, and I reminded myself to tell Cherie that she had the same quality, something that was hard to find.
“Thank you.” She sounded uncertain, and I smiled before walking through my door.
“It’s a good thing,” I assured her before I closed my door to her soft laugh. I finished my day and left right at five to meet the guys for dinner and drinks at the corner sports bar, telling Amy to have a good night before I walked out. She looked like she was finishing for the day and she smiled wistfully at me as she murmured something back. She looked like I felt inside and I hoped that Amy would end up happy with the man that she was thinking about.
I walked to the bar since it was close and beautiful out with Fall approaching. Southern California tended to stay even as far as temperature, so I always appreciated a cool night. I entered the bar and saw my friends at a table in the corner, walking over to join them. The guys were successful in business as I was, living similar lives. Colton was the only one that was in a steady relationship for two years and we all raised our beer in a toast as he announced that he was going to propose in Santa Barbara over the weekend. A few months ago, I would’ve scoffed at him being recently divorced after my own whirlwind relationship, but I understood it better now. I had the memories of Larisa in my mind as well as my fading feelings for Amy that hit me so hard from the start. Colton and Tracy were great together, showing me what life could be all about with the right person.
The idea of telling them that I was regularly taking to a phone sex girl was laughable, and I kept it to myself as I listened to them talk for a while. A trip to Belize was brought up, just the guys and all I could think about was not talking to Cherie in that period. It wasn’t like I was talking to her now and I was surviving, so some time on the beach might do me some good. We also discussed attending some games in the area as I ordered another beer to wash down the greasy burger that I’d chosen for dinner. Between the four of us, we could score tickets to any event in any city, and we used to do that a lot. I needed to get back to that, grinning as I looked at the television screens at the various scores.
“Any new women in your life?” Chet asked me as his brown eyes twinkled. He teased me the most about my random hook ups and especially the marriage. “You’ve been back a while now.”
“Nothing serious,” I responded lightly as I dipped my last fry into some ketchup.
“You’re not tapping anyone at work, are you?” Colton asked, knowing how poorly that worked out with Lisa.
“Definitely not,” I assured him, thinking back to today. I heard laughter and frowned as I looked over to see Lisa and her friends coming in. “Fuck. I shouldn’t have mentioned that I was going out.” Colton glanced over and let out a low whistle.
“Here we go again.”
“No, I am not touching that,” I promised them as I downed my beer. Lisa looked over and smiled at me as her friends dragged her to the bar, making me quickly avert my eyes. I kept my attention on my table despite her loud giggles carrying across the bar. Why the hell did I ever sleep with her?
We drank and talked for a couple of hours, and I was feeling the buzz as I stood to leave. Realizing that I drank more than intended, I made my way towards the door and pushed it open. “Brett?” Lisa called out as it closed, making me groan. She came out after me, and I looked at her with a dark glare.
“Did you come here hoping to find me?” I demanded as she shrank back with wide blue eyes. “I made myself clear today, or so I thought.”
“My friends like it there. I didn’t think I’d see you, but I did, so…what are you doing now?” She asked as I ran a hand through my hair. I wondered how good of an employee she was as I tried to think of what to say to make myself clear.
“I am leaving now,” I stated slowly, not wanting to get angry at this moment. I turned and started walking to the curb to grab a cab home, leaving her standing there. I slipped into the first car that I could find and told the driver my address. I pulled out my phone and looked at it for a long moment. Cherie never called me, but tonight, I wanted to see a message from her or a missed call.
Once I was inside of my apartment, I changed into shorts and dropped on the couch with a fresh beer. It was Friday, and I was going to drink. There were weekends that you might find me in the office but not this one.
I took my phone from the cushion beside me and dialed Cherie as I took a slow breath. It rang, and I held my breath until she answered in that sexy drawl of hers. “Where the hell have you been?” I asked as I heard her suspire before she laughed.
“I was just…busy.” Her words were vague as I leaned back on the couch. “Did you miss me, Phil?”
“More than you’ll ever know. I’m hard right now just hearing you.” It wasn’t a lie, and I stroked myself over my clothes as she told me that she wanted me inside of her. Things progressed quickly from there, my inhibitions all but gone with the beer in my system as I talked her through an orgasm before coming in one of the Kleenex that I kept in every room now.
Once we were done with round two, I sipped some water and took a deep breath. “Are you okay, Cherie? I was worried about you,” I confessed as she sucked in her breath.
“I am great, Phil. Don’t worry. I just got busy and couldn’t spend a lot of time on the phone,” she replied as I nodded.
“Do you work another job?” I asked, pushing the boundary that she seemed to prefer to set with clients. Maybe it was too personal, but I wanted to know more about her.
“This isn’t my forever, Phil. Of course, I do,” she replied in the slow drawl that I’d grown to love the sound of.
“What is it?” She chuckled on the other end, and I waited for her to deflect the conversation.
“You know that I won’t tell you that.” I did know, and I laughed myself.
“I thought I’d try.” I didn’t tell her the whole truth about my job. Being local and something of a celebrity in some circles, I knew that my relationship with Cherie was better left a secret. I was already known as a playboy since the dissolve of my marriage, and I didn’t need the details of escorts and phone sex added to that rumor. At least with Cherie, I didn’t have to worry about her knowing my identity and looking me up on Google. We were both equals in this situation. I considered pushing her for a meeting, but I held back, for now, worried about the consequences.
We talked casually for a bit longer and then she seemed to start seducing me all over again, making me wonder what she’d be like in person. Cherie was insatiable but what about the woman behind the voice? She told me about her fantasy of being completely bound to a bed, unable to move, while I did anything I wanted to her. I already knew about her love for toys in the bedroom, having heard the proof over the phone and decided to take it a bit further.
“What if I were to use a plug on you, pushed on your stomach with your ass spread out for me?” I pushed as I stroked my hardening cock. I’d experienced anal sex with a couple of women in my life but longed for it more than ever right now, at this moment.
“Mmmm, push it in,” she urged me as I heard the familiar moan fill the room. She was touching her clit for me, and I gripped myself tighter. “All the way, Phil.”
“I want to be inside of your tight ass,” I told her as she let out a few harsh breaths.
“I want you there. I’ve never wanted anybody there,” she admitted before crying out again. “I want you to fill me.”
“I’d fuck you so hard, Cherie. I’d take that ass so deep and slow until you begged me for more,” I was stroking myself hard now, chasing the orgasm that didn’t seem to be enough anymore. I wanted more.
“Yes, keep talking,” she urged me in a trembling voice that held some familiarity in it, something I just brushed off as too many conversations. “I’m so close.”
“I’d stroke that clit while I fucked you, Cherie. I’d touch every part of you that I could while I slid inside. You’ll be so tight and warm, just like that sweet little cunt of yours. I want you everywhere, in every way. Fuck, I am so hard. I want you, Cherie.” I cried out as I reached for another Kleenex and shot into it. “I want to be with you for real, so much. I want to fuck you. Please,” my last word came out as a long moan, and I heard her fall silent in the middle of her own release.
CHAPTER 9
Amy
I was coming, so hard, but his final words shocked me into silence. Phil wanted to meet me? I didn’t do that. It was against the rules. There were so many reasons that it couldn’t happen but as the waves washed over me, I knew that I wanted Phil inside of me and I let the idea sink in as I jerked on my bed. Could I do that? Would it stop at one night or would we both want more? Could he keep my identity secret? Would I be surprised at his?
I never wanted to take this to a physical level. I liked the anonymity of phone sex, conversations in which I could lie about who I was. I hung up, and it was all over, at last until Phil called me that first night. That changed everything just as Brett started to change everything in my real life. What a combination and I smiled bitterly as a tear slid down my cheek.
I waited until my body was still, taking in the sounds of him on the other end. “I can’t meet clients, Phil.”
“Why not? This is more and you know it,” he argued as I pressed my lips together. I couldn’t have either man, and that made me sad.
“This is work,” I told him, waiting for the pain to set in. “You’re a great man, and I love these chats, but I don’t want more.” I was lying to both of us now, and I felt the tears in my eyes, I fell for Phil early on, close to the same way that I did for Brett. “I want you to find your real, Phil. Some woman deserves all of this from you, but it isn’t me. This is just a job for me, and I never think about meeting the clients. I talk to more men than just you the same way.” Ouch, I just hurt myself.
“I see. I was foolish to feel more for you. Just a job,” he repeated as I heard him sigh. “I can fuck any woman that I want, Cherie and I will. I’ll fuck them all and think of you,” he promised me in a cruel voice as tears slid down my cheek. “What will you do? Keep talking to strange men and getting yourself off, when you can have the real thing?”
“Stop it,” I said as my voice shook with tears.
“Are you crying, Cherie?” His voice softened, and I rested my head in my hands.
“I have to stick to the plan, Phil. I should work for my future, and I can’t let feelings get in the way of that. I can’t just meet you without thinking of the repercussions,” I told him as I drew my knees to my chest. “It’s a risk to both of us.”
“We’ve been talking for a couple of months, Cherie. I know that I feel something and I’d like to examine it. I already lost one girl, and I am not losing another.” I thought back to the woman that he worked with and smiled ruefully. “Hell, I’ve lost more than that, and I want to dive into this and feel you in the flesh.”
“I’m still not sure,” I replied as he sighed. This was going so much further than I ever expected it to, so much faster than it ever should have. I was scared, excited and nervous all in the same breath and I didn’t know if I wanted to step off my safe, sheltered little ledge. I knew that everything that I built was falling apart around me whether I stayed here in my bubble, that I wanted more than to be the girl on the other end of the phone. I pushed Brett away already, and I wasn’t certain that I wanted to do that same thing in this case. “It could change everything, Phil.”
“It could be great. It will be between us in a private place. Nobody will know about this,” he assured me, sweetening the package even further. I imagined us in a hotel room together, acting out every fantasy that we’d discussed and my hand slipped between my legs again. I was wet and ready for him, and I slid my fingers over my clit as I let out a low breath. “Baby, we could stay up all night getting to know each other intimately, personally. I could taste that sweet pussy for hours.” I let out a moan, and he laughed wickedly on the other end. “Are you touching yourself?”
“You make me want to for hours, Phil. I always feel turned on thinking about you,” I told him as I slipped two fingers inside. “I do it away from these calls. I think I’m addicted.”
“I am just as addicted. Meet me. I’ll get the best room for you and pleasure you for hours. I want to see your face when you come, Cherie.” Phil murmured more words to draw me in further and make me explode against my hand, longing for so much more. He came right after me, and I fell weakly against my pillows as I took a deep breath. I wanted him.
“Fine. I will.” I gasped at my words and closed my eyes.
“You will?” He asked as I frowned.
“Yes, in a couple of weeks. I need time,” I replied, knowing that I wouldn’t sleep for weeks now. I needed to go to a salon, get waxed, lose a few pounds…the list was endless.
“I am going to use that time to make it the night of your life,” Phil promised me as I laughed nervously. “Can we still talk before then?”
“Yes. I couldn’t live without that,” I said, smiling as he agreed.
What was I planning for myself?
We talked late into the night. With it being Friday, why not? He drank beer, and I drank wine, leading to more sex as we talked about our night together. I knew that we didn’t have any rules from our conversations, and things were bound to get a little crazy. I’d discussed being tied up, spanked, fucked in every way possible and giving him complete control. I didn’t even know what Phil looked like. What if he was old and ugly? There was no way. There was a huskiness to his voice that seemed familiar to me, that promised sin in the best of ways, and I knew that he wasn’t ugly.
I spent every moment talking to Phil when I wasn’t working. We planned our night repeatedly, giving into different fantasies every night. I grew more knotted with anticipation as the days passed, tired and edgy every single day at work. I worked through it, but I know that it didn’t go unnoticed. In fact, Brett seemed to be the same way when I looked closely at him.
I was working on something at my desk, sipping another cup of coffee as he paused one day. “Are you all right, Amy? You seem a bit…jumpy. Is something going on?”
“I’m working a lot. I have a freelance job on the side,” I told him, going on to tell him that I was a writer of short stories and blogs for a few clients. He asked me if I didn’t overdo it working so much and I shrugged, admitting that I liked the extra income so I could get ahead of the game while I was still young. I didn’t see the want in his eyes as he looked at me and nodded, telling me that he appreciated a woman that worked hard. He mentioned that he knew someone like that with warmth in his eyes, making me realize that he’d fallen in love. I was happy and envious all at once as he looked at me with genuine respect before telling me to take care of myself. That was all there was now; respect.
I started with my pampering the second week of what I termed as the wait. I had my curly hair trimmed and highlighted with shared of honey and caramel, loving the way the colors bounced around my shoulders with the layers as I looked into the mirror after the cut. I had shopped a bit, changing up my style just a little bit with the prospect of a new life and I picked a special dress for the night at the hotel. It was a slip of a plum silk dress, with tiny straps and a short skirt that was going to be covered with a long black cardigan for reasons of my own, at least until I stripped it off and gave myself to Phil. I was going to pair it with black heels that matched the black of my mascara that I was planning to wear that night.
I also got a Brazilian wax one night after work, gritting my teeth through the pain as the layers of wax were ripped off my most sensitive area. I knew that Phil liked bare skin and I was going to give that to him.
Brett gave me a double take when he saw me for the first time with my cut and color, pausing to smile at me. “Very pretty,” he complimented me as I blush, still aware that he got to me even in my Phil fog. He was a handsome man that wanted me once, and I’d always be proud of that. Phil, while I didn’t know what he looked like yet, reminded me of Brett somehow in the way he spoke though the voice wasn’t spot on. How lucky could a girl get?
“Thanks,” I told him as I smiled at him.
“You seem so happy,” Brett observed as I shrugged.
“I hope it ends up that way. It’s new, you know.” He nodded, and I could see the same look in his eyes.
“I understand. I hope your dreams work out for you, Amy. You deserve it.” Brett headed into his office, and I turned my attention back to the report open on my computer, appreciating the way we worked so well together. I loved my job, feeling good about it as I risked my night job meeting Phil. I didn’t know how that would end, but it was risking my job as an operator on some level. That was the first thing that I thought about when he asked me to meet him, but why couldn’t I do something else instead?
It was an option, something that I was comfortable with as the days passed by.
CHAPTER 10
Brett
I was getting restless as the days seemed to drag. I pried everything that I could out of Cherie about her likes and dislikes. I was planning to have a dinner set up for her, even though I’d want her naked and on the bed before anything else. The talks were getting hotter as we discussed what we wanted to do to one another and I was so relieved that I’d be inside of her soon. I was tired of my hand, holding out for my night with her as opposed to my usual behavior. I didn’t want anyone else, at least not for now. There was a chance that we would tank once we met, and I’d be left to start over, though I doubted that. She’d let her walls down some but was keeping what she looked like as a surprise.
I secretly hoped that she would look something like Amy, who was getting more gorgeous by the day. She seemed like she was falling in love with someone and I knew that he was a lucky man. She was changing just a little, her clothes getting sexier while keeping her classic style with an edge. There was the hair cut as well and the anticipation shining in her dark blue eyes and the smile on her face.
I let her go completely, wishing her the best in my heart as I looked ahead to meeting Cherie.
It was the last week before we met at the Sunset Marquis. It was a beautiful hotel, and I reserved a villa for us along with some of the best seafood in the area, since she’d confessed to it being her favorite food. I planned a spread that we could nibble on in between long sessions together on the bed in the room filled with the scent of vanilla and roses that were going to be on the dresser as well as a night stand. I had a small kitchen in the suite so we could reheat if needed, realizing that I was going a long way to woo this woman. I had it all mapped out.
I knew that I was living off adrenaline at the end of the week approached. We were meeting at four on Saturday, and I was already going to be in the room waiting for Cherie. I had the fear that she’d back out at the last minute deep inside even though she sounded as excited as I was when we spoke. I hated the idea of this falling through as well.
I ended up having lunch with Amy in my office as we worked on a report that was due first thing in the morning. She ate sushi as she typed, her hair pulled back from her face as she focused on the words on the MacBook that I’d provided for her. “Why did the client need to change the deadline again?” Amy grumbled as she paused to sip her tea. “We had through next week.” I sensed that she was especially edgy today as I glanced at her, drinking a large gulp of coffee.
“It happens in this business. I’m sure you’re aware of that.” She gave me an irritated look, and I could see her unraveling before my very eyes.
“I know. I’m just out of sorts. I’m sorry,” Amy apologized as she rolled her head around. “It’s a busy week for me.”
“You could work just the one job,” I suggested as I reached for another roll on the tray.
“I’m not wealthy like you,” she replied, sarcastic as always. I heard more in her voice and gazed at her. “I’m sorry. I just should make it on my own, and it requires long hours. Surprises don’t suit me.”
“Don’t I pay you enough?” I asked as she sighed and looked over at me.
“The pay here is amazing. I just have the student loans that I’m attempting to pay off before I die and I am fussy about where I live,” Amy told me with a weary shrug. “It’s my choice. I need to stop whining about it.”
“It’s okay. I’m here to listen,” I assured her as she forced a smile on her face. “There’s that smile. It’s a good one.”
“Am I pretty enough?” Amy asked suddenly as I stared incredulously at her. “I know that I might be a little chubby and have some flaws.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I asked her as she gave me a wide-eyed gaze. “You’re gorgeous. I thought that I made that clear to you. Now, you’re even more beautiful. Why the doubt? Doesn’t your boyfriend tell you nice things?”
“Boyfriend,” I mused aloud as I stared forward. Wait, I was supposed to have one of those. “Of course, he does. He’s great. I’m just a girl, that’s all.” I’d never admit the truth to him. Brett could get any woman that he wanted, and I was certain that they were all beautiful. We kept that part of our lives private and as much as I assumed that he was serious about someone now, I wasn’t sure. He just seemed settled somehow or close, at least.
“Clearly he needs lessons in telling you more.” Brett turned back to his own computer with a supportive smile, and it was back to work.
We had eaten all the sushi before we finished for the night, both groaning that we needed to get to the gym before we walked out of the building. It was home for a few hours and then back to work, cutting deeply into my phone time with Cherie. That used to be my life before she came along, and no woman ever competed. “I’ll see you in the morning. My turn to bring coffee and donuts.” Amy smiled as she walked down the street as I watched her with concern.
“Let me give you a ride. It’s so dark.” I called out as she glanced back. She didn’t live incredibly far, but it wasn’t safe for any women to walk these streets at night.
“I’d love that,” she replied as she followed me to my car, allowing me to open her door for her. I headed down the road and pulled up to the curb to let her out as she smiled her thanks at me. Amy looked tired, and I watched her carefully as she walked to the secured entrance to her complex, wondering if I should walk to her door with her. I felt so protective towards Amy, needing to let that go. She had someone to take care of her.
I sighed and drove home, walking in to take a hot shower and change into shorts before bed. I sat on my bed and looked at the clock before I dialed Cherie’s number. I just wanted to hear her voice but the call went straight to voicemail as I ended the call. I only had three more days before we met but I missed her at work today. I missed her voice, her laugh.
I was tired and climbed under my sheets, needing some rest before the morning. I’d have all night with Cherie soon if not all weekend assuming we hit it off. For now, I had to get through this week with Amy and I was grateful for her help during busy times. She got it, and she knew what to do.
I woke up when the alarm went off, groaning at the abrupt end to a dream about a faceless woman riding me as she screamed my name.
I went for a brief run and showered before dressing for work. I got in the car and listened to the news as I drove, parking with a yawn as I leaned back in my car. It was going to be a long day with more reports, and I vowed to just make it to the weekend when I could work it all off inside of Cherie.
Amy was tired as expected and we both started the morning with strong coffee. She cleaned up the report from last night before sending it off and shifted in her seat before she opened a blank word document. “Here we go with number two.”
I laughed at the reference as she narrowed her eyes at me. “Sorry. It’s funny.”
“You’re a fool.” She grinned. “You need some sleep.”
We ordered lunch in to keep working, and I could see the looks that I got when I went to refresh my cup of coffee. There were rumors about how closely we worked together, but none of the staff knew what was going on in my life. I was sure that they might know that I was a player before but to know that I was talking to a phone sex operator was so much more. The fact that I was planning to meet her since I was falling for her sounded absurd in my head, not to mention saying the words.
Somehow, the rumors about my assistant weren’t so bad.
CHAPTER 11
Amy
I made it through that day, vowing to have some time on the phone with Phil after work. Last night I was beat and fell right to sleep since keeping up with the day job was important to my future. Hell, it was my future since I didn’t have any intention of settling on a man to take care of me. I was going to choose love. If I ended up loving Phil, then everything would be perfect.
I smiled. Life wasn’t that easy.
I got home at six and turned on my phone after I walked into the apartment. There were some missed calls and texts, and I read them as I changed into a t-shirt and dropped onto my bed. I only wanted Phil.
I waited until it rang and saw his name, answering it with a breathy hello. He seemed eager to talk to me too, asking if the weekend was still on. He asked if I was all right since I didn’t answer last night and told him that I had a little cold and slept it off. I assured him that I was looking forward to Saturday and asked again if he’d say what he had in mind for me.
Phil refused teasingly, and I pleaded, adding to my accent as he laughed at me. This was so much more than just sex. It was comfortable and natural, making me hope that it was this easy in person. I knew that I stayed up late talking to him and getting myself off yet again to the idea of Saturday night, but it would be worth it. Tomorrow was Friday and then it would be the weekend, something that had taken forever to come. In two nights, I would be coming around his tongue and his cock, milking him for everything that he had to offer.
We ended the call with just a few hours left to sleep, and if I were a different person I would just call in the following morning. I earned some sick time as well as vacation time, and it made sense, but it just wasn’t me. I dragged myself out of bed and showered, wearing a red dress to work with heels. I was going to be happy today, vibrant. No matter what, I was going to think about Phil and what was going to happen in mere hours, concentrating on that. Brett and I had made a lot of progress the night before and today would be easy in comparison to the last two. I knew that he was tired as well by the coffee that he kept drinking and the circles under his eyes, though he still looked happy. Gorgeous, too.
I worked at my desk and made sure that all the loose ends were tied up for the weekend since there was no way in hell that I would come into the office after five o clock tonight.
I went to lunch with friends and listened to them talk about their dates and plans for the weekend, while I held my own in. Nobody knew about the phone job, to begin with, so how could I explain meeting a client? They did notice the haircut, the color, the mani and pedi as well as just my slight change in style though and hounded me about it since the beginning of last week. I just explained that I had a great job for a change and wanted to make the changes for fun, given that I was a twenty-six-year-old woman and it was completely normal for women to do such things. It was true, in part.
The afternoon dragged when I returned but finally. Finally, it was time to go home. I planned to get some sleep tonight at nearly any cost so I could be prepared for tomorrow. Phil agreed that he was going to try and rest as well, making me not turn my phone on for any calls. Instead, I stood in front of the mirror and stared for several moments, wondering if he’d like me at all. I never told clients what I looked like, choosing instead to make up a glamorous woman of their dreams based on what I knew about their likes. I still didn’t reveal much to Phil, wanting him to be surprised. I wanted a natural reaction on his face the first time that he saw me.
I knew that I was pretty, but I saw every flaw tonight as I looked myself over much harder than I needed to. There were the few extra pounds from sitting too much for work and the good meals that I enjoyed near the office. It wasn’t excessive, but I swore that I saw every pound. My hair was still fresh and vibrant, so I couldn’t criticize that too much, other than the fact that it was wildly curly. That was a fact I wasn’t yet ready to change.
I stepped out of the bathroom in my pajamas, sitting down on the couch to watch a movie to relax my nerves. I thought about the fact the small group of friends and I stopped spending time together when I started working two jobs, not due to a fight but just life happening. I thought about texting someone but what would I say? My plans for tomorrow were insane, and job talk could only last so long, right? I decided to just watch something and go to sleep as early as I could.
I woke up on the couch early the following morning and blinked. I looked around to see the morning new playing and searched for the time on the screen. It was seven, so I had a lot of time today. Meaning I had a lot of time to worry about what could go wrong. I sighed and got up to make some coffee, padding around the kitchen in my bare feet as I looked around. This apartment was beautiful and cost about one thousand more than something in a different area would run me, though it wouldn’t be safe as this one. I lived in a great part of the city, and if I didn’t work both jobs, I wondered if I could afford it.
Brett paid me generously and today wouldn’t affect that job. I could afford this with a little rearranging of my budget and possibly another type of second job. Nothing would pay as well as the phone job, at least nothing that was a lot more intimate and personal. I was getting ahead of myself, and I sipped the strong liquid as I forced my mind to slow down. Nothing might come from tonight, nothing life changing anyway. I didn’t need to plan everything this morning.
I went shopping to kill time and found some cute clothes to add to my closet. I ate a light lunch, thinking about the dinner that Phil planned for tonight. He didn’t tell me any details other than the hotel room number and the time to arrive. I headed home with time to get ready, taking a fresh shower and letting my hair dry naturally into its trademark curls. I added enough product to keep the frizz under control and stared into the mirror as I planned everything else. I didn’t want to look like I tried too hard for Phil but I wanted to take his breath away, if possible.
I settled on a light foundation to even out my skin and a dark liner on my lid to bring out my eyes. I added a shimmer under my brow and mascara on my lashes before selecting a gloss that matched the dress perfectly. I knew that I looked good since Brett told me that enough at work to mean it. I just had to let nature take its course that night. I grabbed a bigger purse that I could fill with things for an overnight stay and looked around my house as I stepped toward my front door.
I’d arranged for a ride since I didn’t care for driving in the city. I pulled my long sweater around my body and my purse over my shoulder before I locked my front door and went out to look for the Uber. It was a bright blue car, and I slipped inside and smiled at the girl driving as I slipped the belt over my body. Every press of the brakes resonated with me, and I memorized every building that we passed. Tonight was going to be something to remember no matter how it turned out. We stopped in front of the stunning hotel, and I took a slow breath as I stared at it for a moment. “Thank you,” I murmured as I slipped her a bill and stepped onto the curb. It was sunny and breezy out, typical weather for Southern California and I relaxed and let the sweater fall open as I smiled. I could do this.
I walked through the heavy glass doors, smiling at the doorman that opened them for me as he gave me a second look. I blushed and walked towards the elevators as I took a wide-eyed look around the beautiful lobby. I didn’t stay in places like this on my own, and I felt a bit intimidated as I nibbled on my lip. Was this Phil’s life? Was he accustomed to luxury and the best of everything, and more than that; did I have anything to offer him? I pressed the button to the elevator and waited with a neutral expression on my face as my thoughts raced through my mind. I was suddenly close to trembling with nerves, and I walked inside of the half-filled car on shaky legs as I dropped my gaze to the floor.
The room I was searching for was on the seventh floor, the top floor. I stepped out with a few other people and paused as they made their way to their rooms. I checked the signs to see that the one I was looking for was to the right as I made my way with slow steps. A part of me wanted to run back to my apartment, my safe place where nobody knew Cherie. I wanted to talk to Phil just a few more times until I had the strength to sever all ties with him and move on.
Just a few more doors and I’d be there.
I stopped walking and took a deep breath. Was I ready for this? Did I want to take this to the next level?
The next thing I knew, I was in front of the door. I raised my hand as my breath stilled and knocked, softly and slowly. This was the moment that could change everything in my life, good or bad. My heart pounded in my chest as all my feelings for Phil combined in my stomach, knotting it tightly as I raised my eyes up as the doorknob turned.
My mouth dropped open at the face that was staring back at me. “No,” I murmured as I started to step backward.
CHAPTER 12
Brett
I opened the door after running a hand through my hair. I arrived early to make sure that everything was set up correctly and showered there, dressing in black jeans and a button up shirt in white to answer the door. The room was beautiful, and I noted many areas to christen if we found our chemistry to be as strong as it seemed. I took a last glanced around as the knock sounded at the door, feeling my heart start to beat harder in my chest. I stepped towards it, a million thoughts twisting in my mind as I turned the knob and pulled the door open.
“The fuck?” I asked as I saw the face on the other side of the door. I saw her every day at work, and she looked as beautiful as every right now, with her wide eyes and pink cheeks. “You’re Cherie?”
“No, oh my God. I have to leave,” Amy stammered as she started to turn and walk away. I reached out and took her arm gently as she stared back at me.
“Come inside,” I urged her as all the blood raced to my groin and my desire turned into need.
“I’m sorry. I should leave,” she told me, resisting as she pulled away. I saw the fear in her eyes and understood that Amy was concerned about her job and stability, but I pulled back.
“Please,” I begged her as our eyes locked. Amy licked her lips and stepped forward as she glanced on either side of her, slipping through the door before I closed it. “I can’t believe that it’s you.”
“I’m mortified,” Amy admitted as I remembered all the fantasies that she’d shared with me, including several office themed ones. “This ruins everything, Brett. This changes everything.”
For me, I saw her as the incredible person that I always had. I was stunned, sure, but I knew Amy inside and out, and I wanted to give her everything that she wanted. “It doesn’t. You’re as safe with me as you’ve always been, Amy.” I stepped forward, cupping her face as I leaned in to kiss her without hesitation as she moaned against my lips. In between long, deep kisses, I told Amy that I knew her every desire and how she sounded when she came, watching her eyes grow heavier with every word before she’d lean in for another kiss. “I am so glad that it was you,” I whispered as I slipped the sweater off her body and let it drop to the floor.
Our tongues danced together as she wrapped her legs around me and held tighter to my neck, showing me the side of her that I’d been fantasizing about for months. I carried her to the couch, a soft leather piece of furniture that offered room to get to know each other. Lowering Amy to it, I knelt beside her and kissed her harder as she pulled me close. “I’ve wanted you since the day I saw you,” she murmured as I moved my lips to kiss her jaw slowly. I nibbled as she cried out, knowing her every turn on now and planning on pushing all her buttons. “Brett,” Amy moaned as I kissed down her neck, inhaling the scent of hers deeply as I tasted it on her skin. I sucked on her skin and slipped my hands up her thighs, feeling her heat as she arched her back towards me. My cock was straining against my pants, needing to be inside of her after months of need.
I slipped a hand between her legs and found her hot and wet as my fingers slid under the lace of her boy shorts to search for the clit that she needed to be touched. I knew how hard she came from clit play and she rocked against me as I stroked her, finding it swollen and hard. I groaned as I kept moving my hand over her, feeling her wetter as she moaned and pushed against me. I lifted my face to watch her come, jerking against me as her eyes closed and mouth hung open.
It was beautiful just as I knew it would be, both seeing her on a near-daily basis as well as listening to her over the phone.
Amy dropped back down to the couch, and I moved beside her as her hand found my cock under my pants, painfully hard by now. “Take all of this off. I’ve wanted to see you for so long,” her voice was scratchy and weak as I dropped onto the floor beside the couch to find her mouth with mine. I couldn’t count the number of times that we’d gotten one another off at this point and I memorized the taste of her tongue against mine as we kissed heavily. I stood slowly and stripped my clothes off as her eager eyes took in every step of the process, resting on my cock as I fisted it.
“I am hard for you right now. I’ve been hard for you daily since I met you, Amy.” I stared into her needy eyes as I spoke.
“Me or Cherie?” She asked as she moved into a sitting position and stared at the head of my cock.
“I pursued you first,” I answered as I stepped towards her and cupped her face. She’d often spoken about sucking my cock, and I knew that she wanted it as she licked her lips. “It was always you. This is a dream come true for me.” Amy opened her mouth, and I eased my way inside of her as I closed my eyes. Her mouth was hot and wet, wrapping tightly around me as I felt hands circling my ass to pull me closer.
She was encouraging me. I gripped her hair and started to move slowly so she could work around me, tight and soft as I slid in and out. Before too long, we’d established a rhythm, and I knew that I was finally going to come in her sweet little mouth. It didn’t need to be discussed as Amy grabbed and pulled at me, greedily eating away at me as I shot into her throat and called her name. It already had been.
I dropped to the couch once I’d emptied myself inside of her and she moved against me with a soft moan. I pulled her close and held her as we started talking together. “I can’t believe it was you. I always wanted it to be you, but I was falling for Phil.”
“Phil was falling for Cherie as well,” I assured her as I looked into her eyes. “Just like I was falling for you, Amy. It makes so much sense now, the way it felt so natural. I thought I was crazy a few times.”
“So did I,” Amy said as worry filled her eyes. “But what about everything? Work? I can’t have anyone knowing about the phone stuff, Brett.”
“I’d never tell anyone, baby.” I didn’t want her to do it anymore, feeling like she was all mine but I remained quiet. “That is our secret, and we’ll deal with work when we have to. Not tonight.”
We started to kiss again, not done fulfilling our spoken fantasies as I carried her to the large bed in the spacious bedroom. She clung to me as I dropped her to the mattress and kissed her hungrily, pushing her down against the comforter. “What do I smell?” Amy murmured as she raised her arms so I could lift the small dress over her head, finding her nipples bare and hard for me.
“Vanilla candles and roses,” I responded as I leaned down to suck one into my mouth. Had I known, I’d have searched for cider candles to match her intoxicating scent.
“Thank you,” Amy told me as I raised my eyes to hers in the softly lit room. “You made this so much more than sex.”
“It was always more than sex, Amy. There’s just so many ways that we want each other right now that I can’t keep my hands off you. It’s not ending with that, though.” I crawled over her body to kiss her neck as I roamed her freely with my fingertips, stroking here and pulling there. I ravaged her dark pink nipples with my tongue and teeth, making her cry out as she pulled me closer. I kissed her soft stomach down to where her legs fell apart, dropping between them, and tasting her sweet honey. It consumed me as I licked and tasted her, finding even more sweetness dripping against my mouth as I focused on her clit. She moved with me, far from shy and wanting everything I’d promised her on the phone. I pulled and teased her, using my teeth as Amy screamed and tried to thrust against me when I held her still. Amy was going to be at my mercy right now.
I grabbed the box of condoms off the table once she’d come and was begging me to fuck her, ripping one pen and sheathing my thick cock with it. My hands were shaking. This was something that I’d wanted for months, and I looked at her, laying back against the pillows with her halo of curls and her knees dropped haphazardly, open and tempting.
I moved over her, finding her mouth as I positioned myself and savored the moment. I slipped inside of her, slowly, inch-by-inch. Our lips molded together, and our tongues danced as she gripped me like a vise that was made just for me. I buried myself all the way in and moved back to side in again as she wrapped her legs around me. I wanted this to be slow, but it was too hard to hold back, and before too long we were fucking hard and fast, both searching for a mutual orgasm as our bodies rocked together. She felt so good, and her moans echoed around me as I watched her face as carefully as possible, wanting to see every release pass across it to make up for all the ones I’d missed. She started a beat before me, tightening and washing me with warmth before my own orgasm started, our voices raised together as we came hard and long.
I dropped beside her, holding close the best thing that ever happened to me as our damp skin pressed together. It had never felt like that. I had great sex in my years, sex I thought was for the record books, but tonight it felt different. Tonight even made light of my affair with Larisa as I played that back for a moment, knowing that it was nothing more than lust. It would’ve burned out had we chosen to continue it. This made everything before Amy pale in comparison and I knew that I wanted to cling tightly to her.
CHAPTER 13
Amy
The room was thick with our heat and scent as we relaxed together, while I tried to make sense of all of this. Phil was my boss all along. I knew there were similarities but the idea never crossed my mind before now. I felt him pull me closer and smiled as I acknowledged the feelings in the room as well as the amazing attraction.
I’d wanted him as Brett, but logic won in that situation. It sure fought a fair fight this time, but I gave into my feelings and need and had never felt better as I did right now. I knew him inside and out since we’d just talked so much in addition to all the sex. We talked as friends, potential lovers and two people that were falling for one another and he was in front of me the entire time. I saw him every day and longed to change my decision as I watched him seem to be in love with someone else, but all along that was me.
I knew that I was in love with Brett. The idea thrilled and terrified me all at once when I started to think about the next day or even the next week. Brett said that we were going to focus on tonight and I rolled in his arms to face him as I buried my face into his broad chest. He was all man, powerful and muscle and everything that I’d dreamed of. I kissed him with firm presses of my lips and heard his sharp intake of breath as I tasted the damp sweat on his skin. I’d made him sweat like that, more than just tonight. I’d heard it, and all the memories played through my mind as I licked at his small, firm nipple. Brett groaned as I bit gently and tightened his grip on my back.
We made love one more time with me on top and our eyes locked before hunger got the best of us. Brett called down to order our dinner, smiling at me knowingly as I slipped one of the robes in the bathroom around my body. “What?” I asked with a blush as he slipped on some shorts. God, the man looked good when he wasn’t wearing clothes. I played with my hair absently as I stared at him, deciding to pull it up into a messy bun for a little while.
“Do you like what you see?” Brett teased me as I felt heat wash over my body.
“I always have,” I responded as I followed him to the living room and looked around for the first time. “This room is stunning, Brett.”
“Only the best for you,” he assured me as I smiled at him. We got cold water from the fridge in the nearly full kitchen and sat on the couch to talk while we waited for the food. “That was incredible, Amy.” He stared into my eyes as I smiled weakly. “Everything I thought it would be and more.” He sipped his water. “You don’t strike me as the type to sleep around, though.”
“I’m not. That’s why I work the phone because I can’t do anything more personal. That even took some getting used to for me, to be honest.” I admitted as I frowned and thought back to the disastrous first night while I chuckled.
“How did you get into it?” Brett asked, and I gave him a searching look for a long moment. I hadn’t dated anyone since I started the job and I didn’t know how it would affect this. Brett was just looking at me with curiosity and warmth in his eyes, no judgment.
“A friend did it and when I graduated and got wind of how much I owed for the loans, told me about it. I didn’t have this job with you then, and it seemed like a good way to get ahead of the game to me.” I shrugged. “It was embarrassing at first for me. Once I got some regular clients and grew to know them, it was easier, and it felt good to be able to support myself.”
“You don’t have a big family, do you?” Brett asked as someone knocked at the door. He stood and let them in, telling the young man to leave it by the table overlooking the city before he slipped him a bill. Once we were alone, he gestured to me to join him, and I walked across the large room to look out of the window. “Is all of that a story?”
“Yes, it is. It’s just Mom for me, and she lives in San Diego now, doing the artist thing. We talk a lot, but she’s happy living that life.” I replied as he nodded and stared at me. I knew about his family from work, which gave me an absolute advantage. I knew a lot more about him from our conversations, and I frowned. “You were truthful with me, weren’t you?” He nodded slowly as his eyes went somber as if was waiting for me to judge him. “You did have an affair with your stepdaughter while you were married. That’s crazy.”
“I know that, Amy. I think about it every day and regret what I can, but it’s life, and it gets messy sometimes,” he told me before walking around and pulling me to him. “Tonight, feeling you wrapped around me made me realize that I have never felt this way before. This is different for me, no matter who or what is in my past.”
“I felt that too,” I admitted as I breathed him in, feeling the addiction set in.
“Let’s eat,” he suggested as he felt my stomach growling against him. Brett lifted the lids to reveal a decadent seafood pasta with salad and crusty bread. My mouth watered and he heaped some food on the two plates for us before setting them on the table. Brett poured us some wine from the bottle on the tray and gazed at me across the small table. There was a bigger one in the room off the kitchen that I noticed, but I liked being this close to him. I wrapped some of the pasta around my fork and moaned as I took a bite, tasting the seasoned white sauce.
We talked over the meal, mostly about the city and work a little bit before he cleared his throat and sipped his wine. “I have this room for the weekend, and I’d love for you to stay with me, Amy.”
“What about Monday?” I asked as he licked his lips. “We can’t be seen this way, Brett.”
“I know. I agree with that, but I think we could keep it between ourselves,” Brett replied as heat washed over my body. “I don’t want to fuck you and have that be it. I want us to have something more.” Brett ran a hand through his hair and looked at me again. “I’ve been talking to Daniel. You know how impressed he was with you and he’s made mention of moving you to his office. Not right now but in the future. I don’t know what you think of that idea, to begin with, but with this new development, I thought it might be an option.”
“New York?” I asked as he nodded with a slow smile.
“It’s a gorgeous city, Amy. You’d learn so much with them,” Brett encouraged me as my eyes widened.
“How would we see each other that way?” I asked as he chuckled.
“I have a house there as well, two to be truthful. There’s a charming brownstone and a house out on Long Island as well. I could move there easily and oversee the company from a distance.”
“You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?” I asked as he tilted his head and smiled down at the table.
“Not as seriously as I am tonight. I didn’t know who you were, but I like to keep my options open when I can. I just came here to work at the office, Amy. Moving isn’t an issue for me, not to be with you,” he told me as I frowned at him. “Cole is grown with his family, and I can visit them anytime in Colorado. I’m going back for Christmas since they have a daughter close to being born. I don’t have any ties but him and the woman I’m dating.”
“You want to date me?” I asked as he smirked at me.
“Haven’t I made that clear enough?” Brett asked as he stood and finished his wine. He excused himself for a moment, and I looked around the room and out at the lights of the buildings as I considered his words. Age wasn’t an issue. I didn’t know Brett’s exact age, but he was fourteen years older, give or take. He looked good for his and was fit and healthy, something I craved in a man. He had money, but I wasn’t seeking to be supported by anybody. Sex was incredible with him, and I wanted it again sitting here letting my meal digest. I knew that I was in for the weekend as well as the future and I smiled as he walked back into the room, taking his toned torso up to his handsome face as he watched me. “I think I prefer this to you not looking at me at all,” Brett told me as I stood and took my glass of wine to the couch to sit down.
“It was uncomfortable for a while, wasn’t it?” I asked as he nodded and took a seat beside me. “The night I told you there was no chance for us nearly killed me. I have never wanted anything more, but I feared the work situation, and still do. I just know that fate gave this to us and it feels too good to try and fight what I feel anymore.”
“I agree,” Brett told me as I looked into his face and leaned in for a kiss. He tasted like wine, and the spices from dinner, and I parted my lips to let his eager tongue in as he pulled me gently over his body. We cleaned up the food and put the tray in front of the door before rushing back to the bedroom with an urgency that was new to me.
I think we spent hours pleasuring each other, dozing in between. I’d wake up with Brett between my legs, or he’d wake up inside of my mouth, depending on who woke up first. I was sore but it was a mild pain, and I wouldn’t be turning him away anytime soon, not after the foundation that we had. It was one that I could never deny and the idea of telling anyone how we met made me blush. I might be stumbling into the office Monday, something I dreaded but a thought that I pushed away as he pulled me against his body again.
CHAPTER 14
Brett
We stayed the weekend together, tangled together in bed and talking after making love yet again. It was probably excessive, but Amy never complained and initiated it easily on her own. I watched her getting increasingly comfortable with me, and she smiled often and laughed a lot. Sunday morning, she rolled against me and snuggled close as her lips found my nipple again. “How do we handle tomorrow?” Her voice was muffled against my body, and I slipped a hand into her hair.
“We act like we always have,” I told her as she remained silent. You’re my assistant, and we act that way unless of course, we’re alone in the office. After hours, I want you in my bed and my life as much as possible.”
“I’d like that too,” she said as her hand slipped down to grasp me, hard and ready for her tight pussy. I loved taking Amy every way that she’d let me, and now she moved to her knees once I was ready and let her know. Her ass looked good in front of me, fitter than she saw it but juicy as I slipped inside of her. I’d already slapped her when we did it in the kitchen, bent over on the counter when we were trying to make some snacks and got distracted. I loved the sound of her voice as she came, more ragged and out of control the more we were together. I didn’t know how I was going to leave her tonight without begging her to come back to my place and arriving at work separately. I was getting too used to her warmth beside me.
I fucked her hard, gripping her hips as I drove myself inside of her over and over. Amy gripped the pillows as she rocked with me, her hands just over the ropes that I tied her up with the night before. I came with her like we did most every time and I longed to feel her bare. “Baby, are you on anything?” I asked as I watched her fall to the bed with a happy sigh.
“I get that shot, but I didn’t want to seem too eager to say that,” she admitted as she looked at me in the light of the lamp. “I am clean, though. Are you? I know that you’ve been with escorts.”
We hadn’t covered that yet, and I looked at her. “I am always careful, Amy. Always. That…was a dumb ass ploy to make you jealous.” I remembered telling her about it on the phone and how crazy she got. “Did it work?”
“In a way. It made me mad and hot all at once. I…got myself off at my desk listening, wanting to be her. She was so beautiful, and I think it hurt on some level.” Her face fell as she spoke and I pulled her close. I had fantasized about her doing that, and I hated the erection that was growing between my legs again. “Then on the phone I made you talk about it, your time with those girls. Am I twisted?”
“You’re curious, and I love that. I want you to work it out with me, and I assure you there have been no women since we started talking.” She looked surprised, and I kissed her with a smile.
“Really?” She asked as she stared at me. “How?”
“I only wanted you, and once the idea of meeting was in my head, I knew that was what I wanted.” I kissed her neck as I rolled her onto her back. “I can be with one woman despite my tainted past.”
“I never thought otherwise,” she told me as she looked up at me. “I could tell that you were passionate about what you wanted from the first time that we met.”
“That became you quickly,” I said as I leaned down to kiss her. “I care for you a lot.”
“I feel the same way,” Amy replied as she slipped her hands down my back.
“When we check out, will you come home with me?” I asked her as I slid inside of her, leaving myself bare as she gripped me tightly. “Holy fuck.”
“Spend the night? What about work?” Amy asked as I rocked inside of her again.
“We can get there separately and play it off,” I assured her as she pulled me down for a long kiss. “We can handle this for a time. I can do it because I want to be with you.”
We made love for the last time in that bed, and I came deep inside of her as I felt her warmth wash over me. Amy left first after we showered and dressed, going out to the curb and down the street to get a car to take her home to get some more clothes. She’d agreed to stay the night.
After a few weeks of watching her get multiple Uber drivers, I started coming in earlier than before and bringing her along with me. I didn’t like the danger that came along with public transportation, and she was stubborn about driving to this day. Amy had a car, something that would get her around fine but she preferred not to drive it in the city. I’d leave the vehicle a few minutes before she’d head up and we’d greet each other like everything was casual between us.
After a couple of months of dating, she was staying at my place every night. It was close to the office, and she could walk if she wanted to. I smiled as I watched her bring more clothes over and sprinkled her things over my counter.
Daniel had talked further about moving her out to New York after the first of the year, and we talked about it in bed together after work. Though she’d be sad to leave her mom, Amy knew that it was a great chance for her and was thinking about it. They would be in town closer to Thanksgiving, and once we all had lunch and they presented the idea to her, Amy accepted with a smile. She’d be the assistant to one of their top guys, though I kept it to myself that I’d be moving with her.
My friends thought I was crazy to be moving so quickly after everything with Larissa, Rayna and the other flings that had had. I knew that it was moving fast, but neither of us could help it, and the heat between us only continued to grow. Amy admitted that the phone job didn’t appeal to her as much anymore and we agreed that she’d stop since she did well at the company and decided to give up her apartment, selling everything inside so she wouldn’t have to move it. Amy lived with me and would in New York as well, in the brownstone near the office where she could just head over a few blocks if the weather was nice enough. Otherwise, I had a driver since that city was less of a driving one.
It was hard to keep quiet about us, and I looked forward to moving across the country where we could date in public. I was going to run the company from home and travel as needed, being less in the spotlight. It was such a large city anyway that everything seemed to blend in and I looked forward to living there.
We joined her mother for Thanksgiving, and I could feel her eyes on me several times through the night as I got to know her and her boyfriend, Ken. They were both free spirits and artists, suiting each other well but being very open to who Amy and I were as well. I could see that her mother knew how much I cared for her and wanted to take care of her, getting her approval in the form of a hug later that night.
Margaret admitted that she was a few years older than Ken when we talked later that night. She didn’t mind that at all, but she wanted to be sure that I'd be right to her daughter. Margaret verified that she hadn’t been with a lot of men and since she didn’t seem to know how we met, I never mentioned her phone job. Our story was that we met in LA and ended up working together, which we were looking to change after the first of the year.
Margaret was excited about the upcoming move, suggesting to Ken that they follow eventually to see about the art community there. It made Amy smile seeing that her mom was not sad for her, but happy and willing to consider the same for herself.
We stayed a few nights and returned home a couple of days later so we could be at work. It was the last month that Amy would be working in California since her promotion was announced and the going away party was planned for her. She’d be finishing before Christmas and traveling with me to Colorado to see Cole and his family before we went on to New York.
I hadn’t made an official announcement about anything of the sort for myself. I could drift without anyone being too nosy since I was the CEO. It was expected, and I wanted to keep the rumor mill calm for if possible.
We worked some overtime towards the middle of December, making good use of being alone in my office after hours. It was something of a goodbye to our life here as I took her on the desk as she spoke about when I still knew her as Cherie. Since this was always my office, I didn’t have to worry about cleaning it out. I merely locked it when I was out of town along with the offices I held in each building across the country. Some of the top executives had access to it if needed, but I gave them clearance to access what they needed from their own desks.
I sensed Amy getting nervous as Christmas approached and her way to avoid talking about it was through sex. She seemed to work a lot of things out that way with me, even though I was falling more in love with her every day.
CHAPTER 15
Amy
Things were happening so quickly. My apartment was likely rented to someone else now, and I was living with Brett after just a few months of dating. I was moving to New York to promote and I couldn’t believe it. Everyone was excited at the office without knowing how it all came about, something I was happy to keep secret for if possible. Brett and I worked hard at keeping it quiet, staying in his apartment most of the time.
I couldn’t get enough of him. Getting to know him the way that I did opened a huge assortment of problems, it seemed, and I was willing to try each fantasy that I’d ever had with him. We made love all the time, my favorite fetishes being taken from behind while spanked as well as anything tied to the bed.
I still found it hard to talk about some things, such as the upcoming Christmas trip. I knew that he was over the situation with Larisa and just going to see his family, but I was nervous. I felt uncertain about us at times, given the speed at which we were happening and I used sex to distract myself from all the thoughts.
He cornered me in the kitchen one night after he went to the gym when I was making spaghetti one night. We’d been working some overtime and were tired, but I was craving my mom’s recipe. “What’s going on with you?” He asked, making me jump and come back to the present.
“What do you mean?” I asked in a light tone as he came up and kissed my neck.
“Something is bothering you. I know that you try to hide things and distract me, but I can see it in your eyes,” Brett whispered to me as I melted against him. “Talk to me, Amy.”
I paused and stirred the sauce. “I’m nervous to meet her.”
“Her who?” he questioned as I blushed.
“Larisa,” I whispered as his arms tightened around me. “I know it’s over, but I just can’t help but doubt myself a little bit.”
“Stop it. I love you,” Brett said for the first time as I stilled in his embrace. “I love you more than anything or anyone else in my life, and you don’t have to worry about anything.”
“I love you,” I told him as I turned to face him for a slow kiss. The words had been dancing around us since nearly the beginning, and now they were out there. I felt infinitely better, and he pushed me up on the counter as he kissed me deeply.
We ate after we’d made love, sitting on the couch with bowls of pasta on the table in front of us. I was all smiles now, and we talked about the trip and the move over the sound of his scores on television.
I’d seen pictures of both houses in New York, and they were stunning. The apartment was on the twentieth floor, something that I couldn’t even imagine. It was furnished as was the house on the water and it was going to be a much easier transition than expected since I just had to pack clothes, shoes, and a few other things. Later that night, once we were tucked in bed, I told him that I loved him over and over as we made love before falling asleep.
The plan was to visit with Cole and Larisa for a week so that Brett could catch up with his grandson and see his new granddaughter for the second time. Declan was coming up on three and Kaylee was six months old at this point. It was during Christmas, and we’d be leaving the day after New Year’s to get to New York and start our life there.
We flew in first class, holding hands for the short flight. Brett and I had only improved since spilling our feelings for one another, but I thought about Larisa during the flight. Did she harbor any feelings for Brett? She had a husband and two small children, making me assume that everything was good between her and Cole. It was just an odd situation. She was just a year or two younger than I was and there had to be similarities between us.
When we landed, I smiled at Brett as we went to get our luggage and meet Cole. He was waiting with a small boy that had his dark blonde hair and features that they both shared with Brett. Cole hugged his father and then me, tightly as he told me how many good things he’d heard about me. Brett was holding Declan as he asked him about his sister and the house, getting a long response in return to the questions.
It was clear that they were family and nothing more now. Even when we got to the house and I saw how pretty Larisa was, she was so in love with Cole and her little family as she chattered to us with the look of a tired mom. The spacious house was decorated for the holiday with stuff everywhere and a huge tree in the living room by the fireplace.
That night when we were in bed, I asked Brett if he regretted just having one son. Watching the two children interact was sweet tonight, and it made me think about my own future. It wasn’t something that we discussed before now, being so busy with our lives. “It worked out that way with his mom. We split up shortly after he was born and I didn’t think about it with anybody else.” Brett rolled over to wrap an arm around me and kissed my hair. “Do you want babies?”
“It’s always been on the back burner with me since I was career oriented. But they are so cute, and Cole is crazy about Larisa.” Brett smiled in the dim light coming from the wall, and I stared into his eyes. “How do you move past what happened?”
“Time,” Brett told me as he tugged my body against his. “Lots of time and I am sure lots of talking for them. Perhaps fighting. They had the hard part of everything since I just stepped away and quietly divorced Rayna. I had to get over it in my own way, but now it feels like it was never anything, to be honest.”
“I can see that,” I replied as he kissed me. There was just a strong love between all of them, and that was it. “I love you.”
“I love you,” Brett whispered back as we settled in bed to fall asleep.
I was in between homes with this man, but I’d never felt more secure in my life. We had a beautiful holiday with his family, and I met Rayna and her new husband, a wealthy oil man that doted on her every need. The brief nature of her marriage to Brett was evident in the way they interacted, and I could see how fast she’d moved on.
It was the morning after she left that Brett took us out to eat in town. It was a beautiful lodge style restaurant, and I helped to get Declan in his seat as Brett sat beside me and made sure that the kids were both safe. We chose an early dinner for the sake of the two children, and the sun was settling slowly out of the window as I took a long look. I’d had a chance to speak to both Cole and Larisa one-on-one and was feeling much more comfortable now.
Larisa told me that she was in love with Cole from the beginning but that they were just friends for a long time. Once she went through a rough breakup and slept with Brett, everything started happening quickly, leaving her very confused. She admitted to being in a bad place when she was involved with Brett for the second time and was so relieved that they worked through everything as well as they did. She and Cole were thrilled with their life and family, and she didn’t look back into the past at all now. In fact, she was happy that Brett had found somebody to love like he did me and excited for our future.
It was at that dinner that Brett knelt to the floor, taking me completely by surprise. We’d been together for six months at this point, and it seemed fast as he asked me to spend the rest of my life with him. I stared down at him, glancing at the ring in the box that shimmered in the light from the room before I stared into his eyes. Once I told him yes, Cole teased him a little about the whirlwind relationship but it was with love as we all laughed.
Brett wrapped his arm around me as Larisa looked at the beautiful band encrusted with diamonds. “I need to give this girl some babies before I’m too old. I’ve not wanted that with anyone else.” Cole and Larisa shared a look as I blushed and giggled, feeling his lips against my hair.
We finished our visit and moved on to New York, where the size of the city caught me off guard. Everything was bigger, and there were so many people on the streets. It was much more fast paced than Los Angeles as a home and business, but I was the assistant to Daniel, and I loved working with him. He’d guessed about Brett, and I from our first meeting and the ring on my left hand was no surprise to him or the staff. Better yet, neither did anybody else because that’s how it was in New York. The company was too busy making millions, and Brett loved working from home as he watched all the locations.
We went out a lot here. There was always something open for dinner, maybe a play to see but I loved it all. We decided to get married in the Spring in The Hamptons on the beach with just some family and friends around. It was intimate and beautiful with the sun setting as we kissed for the first time as husband and wife, keeping it quiet that I was three months pregnant with our son at the time. There was a big dinner and reception outside afterward where we danced and chatted with the guests, and I was over the moon. I was so happy, and I felt complete in my life now.
Epilogue
Ten years later, I replaced my manager when he retired. Our son Nathan was now nine and his twin sisters Olivia and Avery five and Brett worked from home and cared for them. We were more in love than ever, traveling to see Cole and their family of four kids as much as possible. It wasn’t necessary to fly to California to see Mom since she was in New York as well, making herself known in the art world.
We still cherished our time together at night when the kids were sleeping, and it was blissfully quiet. We’d make love for hours on those nights, just being a little quieter than before. The girls were grumpy if they didn’t sleep enough. Brett made sure to go away with just me at least once a year as well, somewhere where we could revisit the past.
I never knew that my life would turn out this way, but I wouldn’t change a thing. I had everything I wanted and needed, feeling the love in my life every day.
The End