Bad Manners - Single Mom Fake Fiance Office Romance

I just couldn’t shake the idea that I was pushing Russ a bit too hard. Like he might feel like he was being manipulated. I did have a position of relative of power over him, after all.

“You rang?” Vicky said, doing her best Lurch impression.

“Indeed, I did,” laughing despite myself, “please sit down.”

“Uh oh,” Vicky said, sitting in the chair across from me.

“Uh oh? What, uh oh?”

“I know that look,” Vicky said.

“Oh,” I said, trying to readjust my expression.

“What’s up, buttercup?” Vicky asked.

“I think I might be pressuring Russ on the whole fake fiancé thing.”

“What makes you say that?” Vicky asked.

“He seems really uncomfortable. He is doing me a favor, and I’m really happy for his help, but he doesn’t seem really comfortable with it.”

“That’s just because he’s shy,” Vicky said.

“You think?” I asked.

The redhead nodded. “Sure, even Leo says so.”

“Okay,” I said, taking her word for it, though not quite able to shake the uneasy feeling.

Right on cue, Lanna called back to tell me she’d booked us a table for dinner that evening. Things were moving forward, just as I had planned.

Chapter Six

Ann

The Blue Room had a parking lot, of course, but it was mostly up to fate whether you got a spot in it. Even those with reservations, more often than not, ended up parking on the street. The sidewalk in front was lined with luxury cars blocks long in both directions, like a giant metal snake.

I pulled into a spot thanking my lucky stars the fortunes had decided to smile down upon me. Checking my make-up in the mirror, I got out, careful not to ding the door of the BMW parked next to me, the cars packed in like sardines, and walked confidently towards the front of the restaurant.

I could hear the violin music from the string quartet as soon as I cleared the doors into the reception area. Like a vampire from the ether, the host was there, in all his tuxedoed elegance.

“Name?” he inquired, with a distinct English accent, that made me think of the butler in a murder mystery.

“Howell,” I said as primly as I could.

I was certainly dressed the part in a little black number I had bought for the last date I had been on before having Drew. It made me feel really sexy and, despite being pretty revealing, was still appropriate attire.

“Right this way, please,” The host said, pulling two menus from under his podium, quick as you please.

Once at the table, the host pulled out my chair for me, pushing it gingerly back in.

“Would you like to see the wine list?” the host asked.

“No, thank you,” I replied as politely as possible.

“Very good,” the host said, disappearing back to from whence he came.

I looked over the menu, careful of not overindulging myself. There was really nothing I couldn’t afford. Odd as it might seem, that was part of the problem. Too few choices were, of course, oppressive. By the same token, however, too much choice could be paralyzing. Forever caught in a feedback loop of second-guessing.

“Wow,” said a familiar voice.

I looked up to see Russ looking down at me, wearing a sexy navy-blue suit, his gaze firmly on my cleavage. I couldn’t blame him, really. My breasts were pretty darn huge, and the dress did do some very nice things to flatter them even further. Truth be told, I was a bit worried about what might happen after I had Drew, but there really wasn’t much change. They were already so big there really wasn’t much room for them to get any bigger.

“Where’s the host?” I asked, expecting Russ’s seat to be pulled out like mine had been.

“Haven’t seen him,” Russ said, seating himself.

“Odd, I thought he saw all.”

“I have a habit of sneaking in,” he said, taking up the other menu.

I had hoped Russ might make some comment on my dress. He clearly liked the look of me in it, but after his lengthy eye contact with my breasts, he barely looked at me. Focusing first on the menu and then on his phone after we actually ordered.

Even so, I could feel my pussy getting tight again. I couldn’t help but wonder about Russ. If he was getting hard like he had when we met in the conference room. Not a perfect situation but I could already tell that he was really big. It was all I could do at the time to keep myself from imagining him pounding me in the pussy.

I did my best to ignore my thoughts and remind myself that this wasn’t meant to be a real relationship. I needed to adjust my expectations.

We had never actually agreed exactly what Russ would do for the engagement pictures. I didn’t mind that much, it made it feel more real when it finally happened. Before our meals came, Russ slid down on one knee and took the ring box I had given him out of his pocket, leaving it closed for the time being.