That felt so good that I do it again. I change the fantasy and imagine that he is actually inside me. That feels even better.
I start to moan as I imagine him pushing against me. It’s not my fingers, but his cock that’s sliding in and out me. Faster and faster.
I can’t hold back anymore. Thinking about Andrew playing with and sucking on my clit makes me cum all over my fingers.
Then I get up and wash them off in the bathroom. I sit back on the couch and gulp the rest of my wine. I can’t believe I just did that. The movie is long over so I change the channel and settle for the local news station. I need to distract myself. It doesn’t help.
I still end up thinking about Andrew. He was so handsome but was also sort of quiet. His friend, Brian, was a little conceited, and irritating, but they were both hot. Still, my personal tastes gravitate a lot more towards Andrew. There was definitely chemistry between us, even though I tried not to act like I felt it.
Andrew didn’t stop Brian from leaving his business card. I wonder if that means that he likes me, or if he just wanted me to join in on that money-making opportunity they were telling me about.
If so, I guess it could be kind of exciting. I mean, I might get a chance to be with him. I pull his card out of my purse and look at it again. I read his name and number once more, before setting it on the table next to the empty wine glass.
I try to distract myself again by washing the glass and putting away the leftover pizza. That doesn’t help. I pace the living room, ignoring the TV.
I replay my conversation with them in my head.
I wonder what they meant when they were talking about this opportunity?
Maybe I was too hasty in rejecting them?
I tell myself I’m only interested in the money aspect – who wouldn’t be? – but part of me knows I’m obsessed with this Andrew guy. I’d known that a tech company had expanded by opening a branch in our tax-friendly state, but it isn’t every day a hot billionaire walks in and flirts with me.
He’s a hot billionaire, too. It’s definitely not every day that a guy has money and good looks.
I never thought a guy like that would want to date me, but it seemed pretty obvious that he did. I want to see him again, even though I know I shouldn’t.
And this might be just the way to do it.
I know I won’t be able to sleep tonight. My mind feels so confused. I never get this way and I hate feeling like this.
Hopefully a good night’s sleep will help me get Andrew, that mysterious and handsome billionaire with a friend who has some kind of money-making opportunity for me, off my mind.
Chapter 5
Sheila
The next morning when I arrive at the flower shop to start my shift, I tell myself that I have finally gotten the thoughts from yesterday out of my mind. I’m done thinking about Andrew. Or so I keep repeating to myself, anyway.
“Good morning, Marsha!” I greet my manager as I walk in.
I’m surprised to see her out of the office right now.
Usually she’s in there doing the morning inventory.
“Slow morning?” I ask as I look around.
I notice there are no customers.
“Good morning, Sheila… um… no…” she says.
I get the feeling she wants to tell me something but she’s hesitating. I feel impatient and worried, wishing she would just spit it out already.
“Sheila, you have been such a great employee…” she starts to say.
I get a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.
I think I know where this conversation is going.
She continues talking.
“And because of that, I’m sorry to do this to you, but I have to lay you off. It’s not because you’re a bad employee. It has nothing to do with you, so don’t take it that way. It’s just that I’m closing the store, because my husband and I are going to sail the world!”
She says the last part in an excited tone, which, strangely, I get caught up in. I guess it’s better than the slow, sad tone she was using towards the beginning of what she was saying, when she was breaking the bad news to me.
“Oh, wow, that sounds like fun,” I admit, because in all honesty, it does.
“Yes! I can’t wait to leave already,” she replies with a dreamy sigh.
I look around at the store again, thinking about all the happy moments I’ve spent working here.
All my dreams of opening such a store myself.
Then another thought occurs to me.
“Marsha, what’s going to happen to the store?” I ask.
She looks at me as if she’s confused. Her perfectly manicured eyebrows are slightly raised and pointed inwards towards each other.