It'd been a couple of days since I'd actually been with a woman, so perhaps that's why I was feeling weird around Natalie. It's probably why that kiss brought her into my dreams last night and had me wanking off in the shower this morning. What I needed to do was to go out tonight, find a woman, and get laid.
I finished giving Natalie the tour and then brought her to her office. Most people would like to have their own office. It was a sign of status.
But of course, Natalie looked around, and said, "How are all these creative types able to deliver you the best ad materials when we’re all segregated and separated into different offices? Hiding away in cubicles isn't the best way to encourage creativity."
I rolled my ey
es. "If you want to drag your desk out to the rest of everybody else, have at it." I looked at my watch. "I've got another meeting I need to get to. So, unless there's something else you need from me, I’ll leave you to it."
She made a shooing motion with her hand. "I've got this."
I headed out of the office and made my way over to Gavin.
"Mr. Strong." Gavin sat up at attention at my arrival at his desk again.
"Gavin, as second in command of this department, I'm going to expect you to help Ms. Nichols in any way she needs."
"Yes, sir. I'll see that she gets settled in and brought up to date on all the campaigns we're working on."
"Right now, I want her focused on the European expansion campaign. That is the priority at this point."
"Yes, sir."
"Also, try to keep from ogling Ms. Nichols, at least while you're at work."
His cheeks turned a bright red and he looked down. "Yes sir, I'm sorry. She's just… She's very pretty."
I suppose she was. Actually, I knew she was. "When we’re working, Gavin, we need to stay professional."
He looked up at me and nodded. "Yes sir, I understand."
As I left Gavin's work area, I scanned the office and saw Natalie making the rounds again talking to the various people and seemingly getting updated on what was going on. I liked that she was doing that. It told me she was taking the job seriously, and would at least start with a baseline of where we were at already. Hopefully she wouldn't try to take the campaign off in some crazy area.
I left the marketing area walking towards my own office, wondering what she thought of the way Gavin had been staring at her. Gavin was a nice young man and good-looking enough, but he and I were polar opposites.
I shook my head, trying to figure out why the fuck I cared. She kissed me out of anger and irritation. I kissed her simply because I wanted the last word. That was it. Even if we didn't have a no-fraternization rule here, she needed to be off limits to me. It was clear we were a bad match. Yes, there is some crazy chemistry going on between us, and I couldn't deny that we could probably create some interesting combustion between the sheets. But the potential to go up in flames was high, so I needed to get her out of my head.
I wasn't one to micromanage my team, so I didn't check on her or the rest of the team as I did my own work for the day. When the day was over, I still didn't go check on them. Perhaps I should've since Natalie was Kellie's sister, but I figured Natalie would see it as a sign of respect that I wasn't following up to make sure she was toeing the line.
For me not going to check on her was more in an attempt to make sure I could get her out of my system. Each time I saw her, I swore I could taste her on my lips again. My hands itched to run over those luscious curves. My fingers wanted to tangle in her lavender curls. The best thing I could do was to avoid seeing her so that I could get her out of my system.
That evening I decided to head back to Cesare’s to take care of the blue balls I was sporting. This time, I went into the club side where I had a private area that would allow me to have a drink without the bombardment of the crowd. The room was made of one-way glass so I was able to see out on the dance floor, but no one was able to see me watching them.
As I sat in the booth and looked out on the dance floor, sipping my vodka tonic, my body began to relax. It was nice to be back to the old routine. I worked hard and took my job seriously, but I also played hard. Yes, much of that play was quite bacchanalian, but I never hurt anyone. Every woman I ever met and took home knew exactly where I stood when it came to relationships. Most of them were in agreement with the deal and we would end up having a long night of orgasms before I put them in a car to send them home.
On occasion there would be one who would think that their skills in bed were such that I’d fall in love with them and want to keep them. But that never happened. Yes, I met some women who were quite creative, and very satisfactory in the sack, but I never changed my one woman one night rule for any of them. The fact that I'd never even been tempted to do so suggested that either I had very good skills at keeping my emotional distance, or that part of me that could love had died. Either theory could be right, but it didn't matter which was true. The end result was that I planned to be a bachelor for the rest of my life. Female companionship was available to me when I needed it, but for the rest of my daily life, I didn't need to have a woman around me. I wasn't like Ryan, who, as far as I could tell, seemed to have fully come into himself after falling for Kellie. He'd been so singularly focused on the business to the point of being a bore. But with her in his life, he was still focused on business and yet at the same time was now more animated and interesting.
Me, I had no interest in falling in love ever again. Ryan and Kellie were an anomaly. Trusting a woman with one's heart was tantamount to trusting them with your life. I tried that and had been eviscerated. My sex without emotional entanglements was a whole lot safer.
I looked out through the one-way glass to the dance floor, noticing several potential ladies. I hit the buzzer to let one of my staff know that I wanted them. When he appeared, I asked him to invite the group of women in to have a drink with me. A few minutes later, the three women were sitting with me drinking and giggling. All three were the type that I normally went for; tall with nice round tits and long hair. I also liked it when they had that flirty look in their eyes that promised me a night of orgasms.
I focused on the blonde woman in the group, probably because instead of being too eager like her friends sitting next to me and pawing me, she sat across from me.
I stood, and said to her, "Do you want to dance?"
"Sure." She set her drink on the table and stood.
"Get my other friends another drink. On the house," I told the young waiter. I didn't look back at the other two women, but I could hear their noises of discontent that I had chosen their friend.