Egads! Her morning was starting out badly. Buddy had an accident before she could take him out which had made her late in getting ready for work. Then, the outfit she carefully chose to wear that morning had been ruined by a brake checker on the highway. And the hot coffee she had gotten at Dunkin had spilled all over her jacket and blouse. Thankfully her skirt had been saved from the spill, but she didn’t have time to go home and change. Her boss had called for a staff meeting that started promptly at eight. The only thing she had in her office was a white blouse that hinted at the black bra she wore beneath. She had not done laundry, and could not find a beige one. She hadn’t planned to take off her jacket, but now with this situation, she looked like the hooker the man at Gerri’s hotel thought she was. It was just her luck that she would be meeting Bill wearing a practically see through blouse with a black lacy bra underneath.
Talk about in your face. The man would think she was a floozy. She had hoped to be able to run out and buy a new blouse quickly before Bill showed up but that hadn’t worked out either. The worst part was that her outfit wasn’t ideal for her office meeting, but it would have to do.
Her most recent ex, David, worked for the same real estate company. When he’d seen her white blouse with the deep V-neck, the black lace bra underneath, he’d stared at her for the duration of the entire meeting, drooling on the table. She always wondered why most men had difficulty making eye contact. Was it because breasts didn’t have eyes? She gave him a piercing glare but he never noticed, too busy was he with his imagination.
Right after the meeting let out she had gone to her office, but David had been hard on her heels. “I hear you’re showing some beachfront properties again today.” He was trying to make small talk while still staring at her chest. Apparently the nearly two hour meeting hadn’t been enough time to stare at her endowments. She didn’t want to call him out on it though as her door was open and she was trying to keep it amicable between the two of them in the workplace though he hadn’t taken well to her ending it. And she had ended it because he had been a selfish lover and a lousy conversationalist. He got what he wanted and then rolled over. Sadly, he hadn’t been the first relationship she had ended for that same reason. Time and time again she asked herself why it was so hard to find a caring, sensitive and good-looking boyfriend. But that answer, too, was obvious. Those kinds of men were already taken . . . by other guys.
“Yes, I am. And if you’ll excuse me I need to print out some material for my client.” Her attempt at a dismissal didn’t work. David didn’t budge. Instead one leg swung over the arm of the chair giving her a view of his hard on. She ignored it.
“Oh, Annie. Why are you trying to give me the brush off? I thought we were friends.” His tone suggested that they were friends on a much deeper level. They only dated for a month and when she ended it she explained that she didn’t think an office romance would work. But right now she was sorely tempted to tell him the truth. He was a lousy lay with a small penis.
“We’re coworkers, David,” she lowered her voice before continuing. “And that’s all we’re ever going to be from now on.”
The man started swinging his leg. If anything he was making himself more comfortable. And he was making an obvious show of it, too. He was letting her know that he wasn’t going anywhere and that irked her beyond measure. “But Annie, you and I were so good together and I’d love to take you to the little soirée on Friday night. Afterward, we can go back to my place and get our freak on, if you know what I mean.”
She almost vomited in her mouth a little. His suggestion was absolutely absurd. The man was a total dud in the sack. A ‘freak on’ to him, was her on top doing all the work and snoring five seconds after he came. “Listen David,” she lowered her voice to a menacing whisper, “I’ve been trying to be nice about this, but if you can’t take a hint then I’m definitely happy to clobber you over the head with it. You’re an attractive guy, but this, me and you, isn’t going to happen ever again. I’ve already got a date for Friday and in fact, he is also the client that is going to show up in about five minutes. So skedaddle. Scram. Sayonara Sucker. You and I are through.” Annie sat down in her big office chair, hoping the message would finally sink in. She pulled her monitor over to get a better view of the files she needed to find before Bill showed up as she tried very hard to ignore the look of shock that crossed David’s face. She didn’t want things to be difficult in the office, but his persistence was getting out of hand.
She also regretted saying that she had a date because she still didn’t know if she did or not. What if this Wolf man character was a kook? And what if he didn’t keep his preferences for playing dress-up a secret in mixed company? But now she had no choice but to bring him along. She’d have to take him just to keep David away, she thought, as she watched him slink out of her office with his tail between his legs. He would probably tell half the staff before lunchtime that she had a new beau. That had been something else about David that bothered her. He was quite a Chatty Cathy.
Annie tried to focus on what she needed to do in the next five minutes, but she was still angry. She wouldn’t have time to run across the street and buy a new blouse. That much was impossible. But thankfully she had saved the specs on beachfront homes Mr. Sanchez looked at last week. She just needed to print them out before Bill Armbruster got there. She sucked in a breath. She couldn’t believe how nervous she was. She had been around the block a time or two, but for some reason meeting someone through a matchmaker was making her even more nervous.
She opened the saved file on her computer and selected print all. Immediately, the printer began to print out the eight property specs she had shown Mr. Sanchez. They were in full-color. Each page contained the information on one beachfront home along with the physical address and a picture of the home.
She quickly sorted through the ones that would be most appealing to Bill and put them on top. Then, using her phone, she mapped out the route they would take using Google maps.
Just as she was about to get up, she noticed one hell of a hunk standing in her doorway. Her jaw dropped. He was dressed business casual, but the first thought that came to mind was that he must look absolutely incredible naked. The Adonis before her had golden brown hair, like sand, and she wanted to run her fingers through it. His eyes lit up the room and were as blue as the sky on a sunny day, but brighter and lighter. Like ice. From his shoulders, she could tell the man was powerfully built. They stretched two feet across. Hot damn. She pictured those shoulders between her thighs. Underneath his business casual must be eight chiseled abs, and just like an athlete, his chest tapered down to his tight waist and narrow hips. Despite her better judgment, her eyes traveled lower and appreciated the bulge she saw in the well-tailored pants he wore. Gerri Wilder had hit a home run with this match. And even though she had just met the man, she was picturing him rounding all the bases and taking her home.
Annie licked her lips. Ooo, doggy. He was a hot one. She wouldn’t mind in the least if he gave her a bone.