Nineteen
Shane
A job perk I've barely partaken in recently, but do so for my career to meet contacts, is attend movie premieres for current clients. Whether it be for the studio or the actor themselves, someone always offers up some sort of passes as thanks on top of billable hours. Friday night, my best friend has his newest movie premiere and fundraiser.
The only thing I'm looking forward to, is seeing what kind of dress Melanie will wear.
And no, her presence is not requested by the firm. It's required by me if she wants my dick inside of her at the end of the night. I've made her stay late at the office tonight so I can mostly discuss this in a professional manner. If I appeal to her law side, she might see the need to make some contacts in the business. If that doesn't work, then my dick will just have to do the talking.
My secretary knows of my relationship with Melanie, but is choosing to maintain a separated view of it. I think she's happier than anything that I've actually gotten my head out of my ass. She pegged Melanie and myself a long time ago. How she knew before either of us did has me a little worrisome, but there's no turning back now.
There's no wanting to turn back.
I told Ms. Henson to make sure Melanie stops by my office before she leaves for the day so I could talk to her about the premiere.
I'm staring at the VIP passes on my desk when I hear the knock and watch as the best part of my life walks through the door.
Good lord she's fucking amazing and hilarious as she tries to convey herself in an innocent pose against my door jam. That woman is anything but innocent with me. My cock twitches at the sight of gracefully walking towards the chairs in front of my desk.
She smiles at me demurely as she sits. "You rang for me Mr. Thompson?"
My cock enlarges inside of my suit pants as she crosses her legs at the ankles, showcasing her long legs in those snake skin heels. She was on fire today helping with a breach of contract suit. I wanted to keep her in the conference room and show her just how sexy I find her way of thinking.
Fuck, I still beat myself up for being so stupid for so long. She's perfect for me.
I hope these tickets and a fun night out will reign in my constant need for her for a few hours. If we're in public, I'm less likely to ravage her. I walk around the side of my desk and hand her the passes.
She gazes at me questioningly. "A movie premiere Shane? For date night?"
I sit down in the chair next to her. "Yep. I haven't used the VIP passes in years. I've been to the movies and other events offered by clients, but I haven't walked the red carpet with anyone since I was fresh meat with the firm."
"Why do you have to walk the red carpet Shane? You normally don't like to be the extreme center of attention."
"Because Logan Brecker gave me the tickets and he's been a client for five years. He's also my friend. This role might just win him some big-ass awards. Besides, no one's going to be watching me. You're coming with me Mel. It'll be a night for both of us professionally and personally. I'm not taking no for an answer."
She scoffs. "You're just lucky I want an excuse to buy a pair of stunning drop your jaw heels."
I move closer to her and kiss a well-known sensitive spot on her neck. "And I look forward to you wearing them while I fuck you until you think we're in a different time zone."
"You really are a sweet talker aren't you?" She asks as she glides her hand down my face.
I grab her hand and kiss each of her finger tips. "Only for you baby. Only for you."
She gets up from the chair and saunters over to the door. As she opens it, she turns back to me, flashing me that smile that makes my cock harden within seconds.
She winks at me. "I guess I better go shopping. Oh the hardship."
I quickly move from my chair, nearly forgetting the present I ordered for her. I slap my hand on the wooden door and cage her in under my frame. I inhale the scent of her arousal mixing with her perfume. "Woman, you make me forget myself sometimes. Now before you leave here to stalk the stores, I have something that might help your desicion."
Her eyes light up at the mention of presents, but she doesn't reply. I go to my filing cabinet that's hidden under part of my bookcase and bring up the black box.
I place the box on my desk and gesture for Melanie to come open the gift. She's silent as she lifts the lid and gently folds the tissue paper away from the center of the box.
My heart beats in anticipation since she has yet to say a fucking word, which is very unlike her.
Any sane person would've probably asked for help, but instead of contacting Beth, I ventured out on my own. I hit up some of the major stores and I attempted to enter the brain that Melanie Cromwell.
First of all, the attempt to think how she does, was very fucking scary place to be.
Second of all, I know she can be quite frugal with her shoe addiction, but this is something I want to do for her. Knowing her, she might toss the shoes at my head for spending so much money. She deserves it though. She works hard for everyone else yet never asks for anything in return except a chance to prove herself and to let her enjoy her Sunday night Hallmark obsession.
The longer she goes without saying anything about the shoes, the more anxious I get. I haven't bought a non-family member a gift in a very long time.
She carefully picks up one of them and turns them around in her hands.
Finally, she speaks. "You...got me...the Chanel patent white leather with black toe pump with black and white pearl and jeweled strands on the ankle clasp?"
"Ummm yes?"
Melanie puts the shoe delicately back in the box and nearly knocks me off my ass when she wraps her arms around my neck.
"Thank you." Kiss "Thank you." Kiss "Thank you, you beautiful man." Kiss. "You seriously did not have to do this. These are exquisite and I'm gonna have to buy a safe for them so that Beth can't steal them. How can I ever repay you?"
I lean her ass against my desk and nearly bend her backwards with my kiss. When I get her standing up correctly, I tell her, "You can repay me by leaving work now to go shopping for a dress that I can peel off of you later in the night while you wear only these shoes."