Executive Engagement

If I’m going to try to meet Derek, I have to go now. I’ve got just enough champagne in me to make me bold and bubbly without being stupid.

As I go, I grab my magazine. The one with the black-and-white shoot.

Let’s see if he can resist me in the flesh, presented with my finest angles. Let’s find out how much of a man he really is.

I slip into high-heeled sandals and head downstairs. I want to be just inside the foyer, hiding in the shadows of the stairs.

That way, I can completely take him by surprise. It’s only when you surprise people that you get the honest answers.

Derek

Today was fucked, and it could not have been salvaged.

I missed the first big deal by coming late. I was so distracted by my dick, Anderson ended up snatching the deal instead. And even after two hours in the gym, I couldn’t get control of my cock.

I raced back in to work to finish off two contracts, then ran my ass around after smaller ones trying to save something out of this hot mess.

But it was not to be. Now, I’m walking home because I couldn’t get a cab. And it’s starting to rain.

My body feels tight—too much tension in my muscles. Maybe I’ll go out for a massage or something. I could use someone rubbing me down in oil.

All I’m thinking about, as I slam into the foyer, is getting in and getting my clothes off. Hot shower, something to eat, maybe drink.

Then, if I’m still tense, I’ll have to do something about it.

But then I see someone moving in the shadows by the stairs. I jump and drop my briefcase.

It’s…Allana. What the fuck?

“Hey, Derek.”

Her lips are as red as the poppies on her dress. Her eyes are dark and still. She eats me up with those eyes.

I’ve had too hard of a day. I can’t even formulate a response.

She steps closer, eyes flickering with uncertainty.

“Are you okay?” she asks.

Something about her gaze feels…penetrating.

Shit. Fuck. Don’t think about penetration.

…Too late.

Fuck. There goes my cock again. I can’t fucking take this.

“You startled me.” I reach for my briefcase. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.”

She takes slow, lingering steps towards me. Her heels click lightly on the floor as she gets right in front of me.

Fuck, she’s tall. Eyes level with mine. Maybe taller in the heels.

She smells sweet. Like honey and strawberries. There’s chocolate on her breath.

Oh, shit. She was talking, and I haven’t heard a single word.