After a slightly less extravagant but equally kinetic date with Sylvia, I wind up giving her a tour of my office building and factory. She is fairly interested in my supplements (that or she is pretending to be to impress me), but she has a lot of stashed supplements from Éclair’s brand after having modeled for the company. “Well then,” I tease, “Supporting my competition are we?”

“Sweetie, you knew this when we met.” She teases right back.

The office becomes boring after a while as does the factory. I make the suggestion that I take her to the gym after hours, and she seems interested in that as well. On the drive over, I tell her about the rock wall, the sauna, and all of the other impressive perks. She says she is eager to hit the rock wall once we get there, so we do. After the rock wall, I convince her to head to the pool. This is where I am hoping to shine. I still have not had sex with her, but I am determined as hell to get lucky with my fantasy girl on date number two.

We grab some bathing suits from the gift shop and dive in. She looks fine as hell even in the not-so-skimpy one piece we sell at the gift shop. “Too bad you didn’t tell me were coming here,” she jokes as she glides closer to me in the book, “I would have brought my bikini.”

I feel myself blushing, “I would have liked to have seen that.” I say and use the opportunity of her coming so close to put my hands on her hips and go in for a kiss. Just as planned, the kiss lasts a lot longer than a peck. She does the same sort of impressive tongue movement that Éclair is notorious for, and it forces me to have to wipe Éclair from my mind. The last thing I want is to be in bed with Sylvia and call her by the wrong name due to the force of habit.

I decide to test the waters to see if she is up for more than just kissing in the pool. She’s not a slut like women I’ve dealt with in the past, but I like that about her. Like a young high school kid, I work my way past first base with caution so as not to offend or scare her off too quickly. I wind up pushing her back towards the edge of the pool, and I press my body closer to hers as one of my hands touch her breasts atop her bathing suit.

Next, I start to work my hand down her front, touching her stomach first before venturing further south until my hand is rubbing her between her legs. I pull her closer with my other hand, and I hear her groan in my ear, “Mmmmm….” She says, “I don’t suppose there is somewhere we could…”

I’m on it. The two of us are up in my office in record time. We wrapped up in each other’s tight embrace with our lips locked before we even make it through the door. I have to kick the door shut behind me because she is pulling me closer to her. We are so incredibly entrapped with one another that we bump into the walls and coffee table trying to make it to the couch, our lips never departing.

I have to help her peel off her wet bathing suit, and I see her naked for the first time. It is way better than I had even imagined. She is perfect. I think I get a little light headed as blood rushes to my groin from the incredible excitement I am feeling. “What?” she asks, realizing that I am staring.

“You’re absolutely stunning,” I say, and I think I hear her stifle a giggle.

She throws herself onto my lap, and I’m regretting that my bathing suit is still on. I run my hands up and down her back as I stare at her front side, still dripping wet from the pool. She reaches down and touches the outside of my bathing suit just as she is leaning forward for another incredibly passionate kiss. This woman is absolutely incredible. I feel her lean back to put her feet on the floor in front of the couch and grab my bathing suit at both hips, prepared to help me yank them down.

It is at this moment that my office door flies open. I really should learn to lock that thing. It’s Eddie, of course. “Damn it, man!” Eddie shouts.

Sylvia shrieks embarrassingly and grabs her bathing suit; she runs behind my desk to shield her naked body from Eddie. Is he cussing at me? He’s becoming a serious cock block! I was so damn close; there is no way she is still going to be in the mood now. “Eddie, chill.” I snap.

Sylvia’s head pops up from behind the desk; she looks pissed that Eddie is still in the room, “Do you fucking mind?” she snaps.

“Oh! Sorry!” Eddie rolls his eyes and steps out, grumbling under his breath, “James, a word?”

I glance back at Sylvia, who says to me, “I’m putting my bathing suit back on. I’ll meet you in the locker room. I’m going to go get my clothes.”

“Okay. So sorry about that.” I say, and I know she can hear the disappointment in my voice. I step out into the hall with Eddie. We wait for a moment for Sylvia to get dressed. She passes us in the hall and hurries off to go locate her clothes.

“What do you want, Eddie?” I ask in an obviously annoyed tone.

He looks pissed off, “You can’t keep turning out businesses into your personal fuck shops!” He snaps.

I’m still furious that I didn’t get with Sylvia, so I pop off at him, “First of all, Eddie, it’s not our businesses –they’re mine. Second, that’s my office. Why don’t you learn to fucking knock?”

“Well excuse me!” Eddie hisses, “You’re right. I should have knocked now, and I should have knocked when you were doing my girlfriend on the other side of that door too, right?”

“You still pissed about that?” I ask, “I already told you, I had no idea who she was. Besides, it’s not my fault you can’t keep a woman satisfied.”

“Screw you, man.” Eddie has his fists down at his sides. “One of these days you are seriously going to cross a line with me, and you are really going to regret it. I mean, really.”

“Oh, am I?” I ask. “What are you going to do, Eddie?”

Eddie is practically shaking, “I ought to beat the shit out of you. Seriously, man. One day this whole playboy routine is going to get old, and you’re going to piss off the wrong guy while you’re fucking the wrong girl. Someone is going to kill you one of these days!”

“Is that a threat, Eddie?” I ask.

“Maybe it is!” he shouts, but then he waves his hand in my face and does an about face. “I’m not even in the mood to deal with this shit right now. I came here to get you to sign some papers; I called your driver, and he said you were here. I’ll just put it all on your desk for when you decide to actually show up for work. I’m going back to the factory.” He storms off, leaving me feeling like an idiot in my bathing suit in the middle of the hallway.

I head down to the main floor of the gym where I meet Sylvia coming out of the locker room. “Everything okay?” she asks.

I want to say no, but it’s not like I’m going to express my deep seeded disappointed that we did not wind up sleeping together. I smile and say, “Yeah, everything’s fine. That was my brother, Eddie, by the way.”

“Geeze, I guess I made one hell of a first impression then, huh?” she laughs, “My bad.”

I laugh, and the two of us head out –I’m not even going to bother trying to get her back into the mood. She’s clearly not now –not after my brother walking in on her completely nude. Another night, I suppose. I ride with her as my driver takes her home. I walk her to her apartment before returning to the car, still horny as hell. “Where to, sir?” the driver asks.

“Head to Ms. Éclair’s,” I say.

“Didn’t get lucky with Ms. Sylvia, I’m guessing.” The driver grumbles under his breath. Asshole.

I pretend I did not hear him give him a second chance, “I’m sorry, what was that?”

“Nothing, sir.” He says, and he pulls the car out into the street.