Chapter 2

“Morning. Here’s your schedule for today,” Samantha said as she handed Drake his coffee and daily schedule.

It was a routine they had worked out perfectly over the years and Drake really relied on Sam to take control and guide him to where he needed to be throughout his days. Drake was the face of the company and he could go into any meeting and win people over, but he didn’t have time to manage his schedule or prepare for every meeting.

Sam was the best assistant Drake had hired since he had started his company. She was also the only assistant he hadn’t screwed. As much as he hated that Sam refused him all the time, he did understand her thought process and admire her for it.

“Thanks. Anything exciting today?”

“Well, you do have a meeting with the FTC at ten o’clock. Read my notes before you go to that. Also, you look like shit. Did you even shower this morning?”

“It was a long night.”

“Drake. You have to take care of yourself. Come here.”

Samantha pulled Drake toward her and straightened his tie and smoothed down his hair. She got so frustrated with him when he spent his nights boning random chicks and not taking care of himself. Sooner or later all that partying was going to catch up with him.

“You’re a doll. Thanks, Sam.”

“So, who was your overnighter? The same blonde you brought upstairs?”

“No. What? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“It was the brunette bartender! Wasn’t it?”

Drake made his way into his office and started up his computer as he tried his best to ignore Sam and her pestering questions.

“For someone who doesn’t like my sexual habits you sure do ask a lot of questions,” Drake said as he winked at her.

It was fun to flirt with Sam, probably because he knew it would never lead anywhere. Sam had made it perfectly clear to Drake that she wasn’t going to fall into bed with him. With that clarity came the freedom to flirt and make sexual innuendo without consequence, and Drake liked that.

Sam knew Drake very well. She took his sexual escapades in stride, although she didn’t think he needed to sleep with every woman who offered herself to him. It had become just as much a part of their work relationship as any other aspect of her job. Sam had even taken to occasionally hooking Drake up with a pretty girl that she had met while out with her own friends.

“I’m just looking out for you. Sooner or later you’re going to want to settle down.”

“I don’t have time to do the whole dating thing. I don’t have a problem settling down when I find the one.”

“You seriously think you’ll find her behind a bar or serving your dinner?”

“Don’t be judgmental Sam; there are good women all over the place.”

“Speaking of good women, you have a date with Rose tonight. I put it on your calendar. Don’t forget and don’t be a jerk.”

“Rose?”

It wasn’t often that Drake actually had a real date, but when he did it was usually someone that one of his close friends had set him up with. He really couldn’t remember who Rose was, or who had set up the date.

“Yes. Rose Stein. Your brother set you up with her.”

“Oh, God. Devon always finds the homely girls. Do you know what she looks like? Maybe she’ll be a firecracker in bed. You know there is something to say about fucking a woman who doesn’t get laid much; they sure are eager to please.”

“No, and I don’t care. You told him you would go out with her, so just do it. Show her a good time. Wine and dine her, you know the drill.”

“When is it?”

“Look at your calendar. It’s at eight o’clock. Plenty of time for you to finish up your meetings, get your workout in and shower before you meet her at Giorgio’s.”

“Alright. Make sure they have the wine I like. Don’t let that jerk who waited on me last time be there at all tonight and call ahead to my driver to make sure he brings the car with the solid partition. If this girl is homely, I don’t need him watching me while I fuck her in the back of the car.”

“Drake!”

“What?”

“Don’t fuck her. How about you go on just one date where you actually talk to the girl and don’t spend the whole night thinking about when you get to stick your cock into her.”

“Well, that seems stupid.”

Sam sighed deeply and then left Drake in his office to do his work.

Their relationship had grown tremendously over the years and Sam was one of the only people in Drake’s life who could actually talk to him realistically. Robert, his VP, was the other person, and, of course, his family. But most of Drake’s family had no idea about his sexual escapades. Drake was pretty sure his mother still thought he was a virgin.

The day to day business of running Leblanc Enterprises was what Drake lived for. The fast-paced non-stop action drove him to work harder and harder each day.

Drake was known in his industry, not because of his good looks or charm; he was known because of the hard work and dedication he had to the telecommunications world. His good looks and charm just helped everything out. His persona was what got the press for his company, but the company and its product were excellent once people got to work with them.

Drake had the ability to read through Sam’s notes in the five minutes before a meeting and then walk in and kill it. He owned the meetings and always appeared as if he had spent weeks preparing for them. It didn’t hurt that he dressed in custom suits and was always the sharpest dresser in the room. There was a level of admiration that people had for Drake, no matter who they were.

Looking the part was something Drake had learned long before he owned his company. His father had taught him before his very first job, “look at what your manager is wearing and make sure you dress better than him.” It was some of the best advice his father had ever given him.

His first job in college was at a small law firm, so dressing better than his boss was pretty difficult. Drake took his first few paychecks and invested in a nice suit and some stylish ties. Within a month, people around the office were complimenting his ties and he had done exactly what his father had intended with his advice; Drake had been noticed.

Now as a CEO, Drake used his notoriety as a playboy to drive the view of his company and its products. People saw Drake Leblanc as a trendsetter and so they also saw Leblanc Enterprises as a trend setting company.

“Thank you all for coming, I look forward to your review of our new products,” Drake said as he shook hands with the group of magazine editors who he met with at his eleven o’clock meeting.

“Lunch?” Drake said to Sam as he walked back to his office.

“It’s on your schedule. You and Robert have a working lunch. Meet him at Wilmer’s across the street.”

“Why does he insist on eating at the place? Doesn’t he know everything they sell is full of fat?”

“He does and that’s exactly why he likes it. Remember his wife has him on that low-fat diet at home. It’s the only real food he gets to eat.”

“Fine, but next time you tell him no and that we need to eat someplace normal.”

“Alright.”

Sam had learned not to argue with Drake about his eating. As much as Drake was willing to forgo his healthy lifestyle when a woman was involved, he absolutely wouldn’t forgo his healthy eating lifestyle for anyone. Sure, he would drink too much, stay up all night long and screw anything in a skirt; but don’t ever make him eat a burger.

“I have to go do some running around. I won’t be back until after three. Please do not forget about your date tonight.”

“Yes, yes, I remember it’s with Robin.”

“Rose.”

“Are you sure? I could have sworn you said Robin.”

“No, it's with Rose.”

“Oh, Robin was that girl from the gym. Yeah, yeah, she was a freak. Totally wanted me to pee on her.”

Sam just rolled her eyes and grabbed her things to head out of the office. She had heard plenty of Drake’s stories about his women. Enough to last her a lifetime. She had no desire to listen to any more of them.

“Wait, where are you going?”

“Errands.”

“You have a secret boyfriend, don’t you? Can I meet him? What’s his name?”

“First of all. She’s a woman. Secondly, no you can’t.”

“What? Wait you’re fucking a woman. How is this the first time I’ve heard of this? I want to come. Cancel my day. Let’s all have a fun afternoon.”

“Drake. I’m going to meet a girlfriend of mine. Stop making everything about sex.”

“Aww, so you’re not doing the sliding lady dance with her?”

“Oh my God. I’m leaving. Go have lunch with Robert. Then don’t forget your date later.”

“I’m thinking about you doing the sliding lady dance.”

Sam just shook her head and continued to walk down the hall. As she waited for the elevator, she tapped her watch and pointed to across the street to signal to Drake that he was late for his lunch with Robert.

“We can talk about your lesbian affair after lunch!” Drake yelled down the hall as Sam got into the elevator. It was certainly going to be something that he had on his mind for a while.

The idea of Sam and another hot brunette was a long-time fantasy of Drake’s. It would never come true, and he knew that, but that’s why it was such a great fantasy.