CHAPTER 3 TY
Everything was going against me today. I was furious with the surgeon. I was furious at my hands for not working.
But I was especially furious at the board of White and Williams.
Who told them they could have a video conference?
Not me. And I’m the only one they’re supposed to be listening to.
Now that poor girl and her whole office are about to find out what a loser company they work for. I’m not sure what inspired me to invite her to my office. Pity probably. Pity and that amazing ass of hers.
I wish she had thought to my phone in my pants pocket. That would have made her blush.
I wasn’t ready to be cheered up by a young girl who was absolutely gorgeous possibly being into me. Not yet.
I just got out of a two-hour surgery, and watching this butcher of a surgeon tear apart my hands.
I blamed White and Williams for making me come in today. None of this was supposed to be happening for at least another week. In a week I would have my hands back, not these ragged claws. In a week I could pick up a phone and scream at whatever board member picked up my call. In a week I could tear this phone from the wall and slam it against the glass, but without hands, the best I could do is knock the phone to the floor, and smudge the glass maybe.
I always thought sight would be the hardest sense to lose, but I would easily trade an eye for a hand. For my fingertips, for the sensation of touch.
My hands can see in the dark when my eyes can't. Full breasts and a plump ass are wonderful to look at, but not being able to glide my hands down the curve of the back, not being able to grip the hips, and twist the body around just where I want it; to squeeze and know I'll leave a mark if I want to; to open my hand and bring it down against a bare ass, just a little bit too hard. Then gently caress, run them gently up silky thighs and down every delightful curve.
I wasn't going to take that for granted anymore.
My hands were going to savor the next woman I had and show her the strength and the gentleness that I almost lost being careless.
Once I regain the ability to open a fucking door for a beautiful girl jiggling and bouncing towards me without having to twist and contort my body.
The ability to answer a damn cell phone.
Despite her uncharacteristic confidence today, Miss Wells won’t be that woman. I wish she could be.
I had my eye on her a month ago. But my hands kept getting worse and never got the chance to caress her curves. My cock's been hard for her for a month, and my hands can't even take care of that.
But she’s not a woman- barely a girl.
“Why don’t you come by my office later.” I knew her company was going belly up before she did. It was supposed to be a kind gesture, maybe I’d pull some strings and get her a job somewhere.
You know that’s not what interested you.
Any other day. Any other time. Her hands recklessly taking a chance and running over my chest. Letting them linger just a little too long, that and not breathing gave her away.
Any. Other. Day.
If I hadn't just come from surgery, nothing would have stopped me from exploring every luscious curve of her body. From peeling off her clothes and giving her a reason to sweat in the middle of winter.
Maybe when I leave she’ll somehow trip and fall and those full plump lips will wrap around my cock, and those big innocent brown eyes will stare up at me as she sucks my cock.
“Dalton?” the voice on speaker phone snapped me out of that beautiful thought.
Damian Reed. My partner. “I know all about the conference at White & Williams. We have to move our plans up.”
“Already have. I flew out to Chicago and took most of the staff with me.”
“You took the staff? Why not use theirs?”
“Do you trust their hiring? If you do, you should really see the books I’m looking at because I don’t think anyone at this place knows what they’re doing.”
“They wouldn’t need us if they did.” And they wouldn’t have announced us to their employees either. “All the good ones will be gone by next week.” Even Milly Wells.
“I’m going over their books and need you to put together a Turnaround plan based off the current numbers.”
“I had surgery this morning.”
“I know. How did it go?”
“Never mind, just tell me your idea to get work done without any hands and without any staff.”
“Either hire a temp or, go down to White & Williams on the 23rd floor and use one of their employees. They’re basically ours anyways.”
“I thought they were all incompetent.”
“How much competence does it take to type? Introduce yourself, grab one, and get to work. I want a plan for the board by Saturday.”
“Two days? Reed that’s a lot.”
“Get a fast typist.”
Life was playing another one of its tricks on me.