Chapter 10
Zach
“The fingerprint cell phone case had amazing numbers during the first few days of it being on the market,” Hudson said. “The numbers look like they are going to be stellar inside the public market.”
“Good,” I replied. “How about that deal with Market and Schwartz to start selling a designer line in their department stores? They were really interested in the briefcases. I think I remember them saying clients were asking when they would start carrying our line.”
“Market and Schwartz,” Hudson repeated, flipping through his notes. “Yes, I remember now. They want to sit down with our marketing department and find out what kind of efforts we can really get into so that we don’t have merchandise just sitting on their shelves.”
“Go ahead and schedule a meeting with them, Elizabeth from marketing, and yourself for next week, if possible,” I replied. “I want to make sure we are getting these products and these new efforts out as fast as possible. I like to see Mr. Cadwell in a good mood, so he can stop lecturing so much.”
“You remember last Christmas, when sales went through the roof, and Mr. Cadwell used the lecture time to hand out gift baskets.” Hudson laughed.
“Yeah.” I flinched. “I think I still have Mrs. Cadwell’s homemade soap in my guest bathroom. It smells like old man cologne and feels like battery acid on your hands.”
“Still better than the lecture,” Hudson pointed out.
“Agreed,” I replied, chuckling. We shuffled our papers around in silence for a few minutes, making sure everything was covered.
“So, how are things with Madison?” Hudson asked.
“They’re going good,” I said nonchalantly.
“Wait,” Hudson said, leaning forward and staring at my face. “Dude, you like this girl!”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” I replied, trying to hide a smile I didn’t even feel coming. “I’m just trying to get my tenth virgin so I can put that list to rest.”
“That smirk on your face says differently,” Hudson teased.
“That smirk is me going to the bar celebrating her deflowering and burning the list,” I replied.
“No, I don’t believe you,” Hudson said. “You would have told me the juicy details by now, but you’ve been silent. You are being too private about this whole thing.”
Before I could say anything, the secretary poked her head in the door.
“Mr. Foley, you have a call on line three, it’s Mr. Cadwell.” She smiled. “He sounds anxious to speak with you about cell phone numbers.”
“This conversation is not over,” Hudson said, pointing at me and smiling.
I watched as Hudson left the room, leaning back in my chair and thinking about what he just said. It was true that I hadn’t told him all the details of this one like I normally did. However, it wasn’t very often that I spent so much time on one girl. It just felt wrong to tell her secrets when I was trying to steal her virginity. On top of all of that, I did like the girl. She was cool to hang out with, friendly, and really good in almost any situation. I didn’t have to worry about taking her out and wondering if she knew how to behave in a formal setting. She laughed at my jokes, and she was irresistibly sexy. All in all, the girl was really cool. That being said it wasn’t like I wanted to be in a relationship with her or anything.
I laughed to myself at the thought of being tied down, knowing my feelings on women and their evil ways. I didn’t care how sweet and innocent Madison was. She was capable of the same things as my mother and my ex-girlfriend. Though actually imagining Madison doing anything like they did seemed absurd.
I needed to keep my wits about me. The business was reaching another blast off point, and I would soon be completely buried in numbers and meetings. The last thing I needed on my mind was a girl. I wouldn’t treat Madison badly, but I was going to check that mark off my list and move on. I needed to get back to the normal routine of work and bars with Hudson.
The rest of the day went rather slowly, but I was looking forward to hitting the gym that night, having skipped it too many times in recent days. I had switched gyms six months ago. After the last place figured out who I was, they wouldn’t stop hounding me. Sure, I liked to be treated like a king, but I didn’t need someone to wipe the sweat from my forehead and bring me Pellegrino while I was on the treadmill.
When I went to the gym, I completely zoned out, not even remembering the people working out around me, unless it was a hot chick. Then, I paid closer attention. The problem with this place was the fact that it was not within walking distance, and by the time I was done with work, I completely forgot to drive over to the gym. There was one at my complex, but it was structured toward soccer moms, not people who actually worked out.
I sat through two more meetings that day before finally being able to grab my gym bag and head down to the car. As I rode through the city toward the gym, I pulled out some fruit and pre-workout mix I’d made this morning and ate my snack, which was actually the only thing I had to eat all day.
I really needed to start eating healthier, I didn’t want to end up being sixty, with man tits and a sweaty brow. We pulled up out front, and I walked in, ignoring the people who were staring at my expensive designer suit. I changed quickly into my workout clothes and hit the treadmills, the place I started and ended my workouts. I seemed to do all my good thinking while I walked toward nothing on a ridiculous incline.
After that, I did some exercises with weights but found that my time at the gym had taken a toll on my body. I could barely lift half of what I used to. I spent about an hour coming up with a routine I would do each day to get myself back in shape, and then hit up the treadmill for my last twenty minutes. I stepped on and pressed the buttons, starting my jog out slow and increasing the incline. I leaned against the side rails and looked up at the television. However, as my eyes scanned upward, they froze on a very nice, toned ass on the treadmill in front of me. Wrapped in tight blue spandex the thing wiggled and jiggled while still being sculpted and firm. Well, if I was going to be stuck sweating my ass off on the treadmill, I might as well have some eye candy while I was doing it.
With each step on the treadmill, her ass jiggled in front of me, making my mind wander to Madison’s ass in those torn designer jeans she had worn to the karaoke bar. She looked so fucking hot, even hotter once I got them off of her. Her little blue panties sat right in the perfect place on her ass, making her cheeks pronounced and showing off her sexy toned body.
I shook my leg slightly as I ran, trying to get the chub in my pants to go away. There was nothing more uncomfortable than running an incline with half a hard cock in your pants. I got that straightened out and turned back to stare at the perfect ass in front of me. I watched as the girl slowed the treadmill down until it came to a complete stop. Right as she turned around, I looked down at my screen, not wanting to seem like a pervert.
“Zach?”
I looked up at the sound of my name.
“Madison,” I said, shocked. She was the perfect ass in front of me. “I didn’t know you went to this gym. Kind of far from you.”
“Yeah.” She chuckled. “They had the best rates and best equipment. I’ve been coming here for about a year now, every night almost.”
I laughed. “I’ve been here about six months.”
I pressed the buttons, lowering the incline and slowing down the speed so I could talk without losing my breath completely. Madison walked forward and leaned her arms over the front of the treadmill, flashing me a killer smile. There was no way I could leave here without her on my arm tonight.
“So, after this, you want to eat?” I asked. “I have some awesome food sitting in my fridge, ready to cook.” I raised my eyebrows. “Besides, if we don’t eat it, the fridge will turn it into moldy vegetables. I’m not very good at remembering to eat at home.”
“Sure,” she replied excitedly. “I just want to grab a quick shower in the locker room first.”
“Yeah, me too,” I said, looking at my sweaty chest. “How about we hit the showers and meet right outside of the locker rooms?”
“Sounds perfect,” she said, smiling and throwing her towel over her shoulder.
I watched as she made her way back to the locker rooms, her perfect ass bouncing the entire way. How lucky was that encounter? Of all the gyms in the entire city, Madison not only went to the same one as me, but happened to be the girl I was checking out.
I walked into the locker room and hit the showers. It wasn’t normally something I did, since my shower at home was pretty much the most amazing room in my house. But knowing I would be in close vicinity with Madison, I didn’t want to smell like a dirty, sweaty beast. In the end, I smelled like the soap at the gym instead, and I wasn’t sure which one was worse. I dried off my body, threw on the extra pair of clothes in my bag, and walked out, finding Madison waiting for me by the doors. She smelled like flowers and perfume, and I hoped that it covered up my weird scent until I got home.
“Ready?” I asked. “My car should be pulling around at front.”
She smiled and followed me out to the car, scooting over in the seat and waiting for me to get in. I sat close, but not close enough to completely scramble my brain with thoughts of her and me, naked in the back seat. We drove along, talking about our day and laughing at the coincidental fact that we both went to that gym.
When we finally pulled up in front of the penthouse, she looked out the window with wide eyes. My building was extremely tall, and my place was all the way at the top. I helped her out of the car and led her into the lobby, where I pulled my key from my bag and proceeded to take her to the gold elevators at the end of the hall.
“It’s a private entrance,” I explained as she watched me put the key in the slot. “It’s basically my front door, so not just anyone can come up and get in. You have to have the key.”
“Wow,” she said, impressed. “My door barely locks, much less moves up and down a thousand floors.”
We climbed inside the elevator, and I watched as she fixed her hair in the mirror. It was wavy now, after leaving the gym with wet hair, and I thought she looked incredibly sexy with no makeup and beach blown locks. As we moved closer and closer to the penthouse, I couldn’t help but stare down at her ass, hoping that once we were inside, she’d let me put my hands on it. In fact, I hoped to be touching a lot more than her ass by the end of all of it.