After a good night’s sleep, and a promising day ahead, she was wide awake at 5, beating her 7 AM daily alarm. In her dream, he was kissing her everywhere but on the lips, and when he moved to the last destination, she was awakened. Sleep wouldn't let her have the crown of her dream. The morning air was cool, yet she found her naked body sweating.
She reached for her phone on the bedside table and checked the sent text messages—a habit she had acquired after completing each routine activity. She wasn't sure whether she had sent it. She found it: her text to Tom—their Portland's managing consultant—sent just before she went to bed last night.
"Tom, can our internal meeting be moved to midafternoon? I need to discuss something with him before I leave for Portland."
Like Gina, Rhonda was naked too, but she was neither asleep nor making her morning coffee, but grinding her body atop The Boss'. His was huge and really hard, Rhonda was pegged onto it, but she was slick, she could easily slip away only to come back to submerge him, again and again, seemingly unscathed until she cried out. "Rhonda, we have to leave for work," The Boss had said earlier when Rhonda teased his flaccid penis with the tip of her foot—it didn't take long. What he truly meant was Rhonda needed to leave for work and he needed to get some rest. "Georg, last one for the road," she said, whispering to his ear—her hand started stroking—referring to their last sane agreement last night, to have one last drink for the road, and they ended up in a night of delicious decadence instead. They both laughed, and Th
At 9:45 AM she could see Rhonda coming, walking toward her. They smiled when they were within sight of each other. She kept smiling and picked up her pace as she got closer. The blood rushed to her head, turning her cheeks pink. Without waiting to catch a breath, she said, "Hi, Gina. Glad we could meet before you’re off to Portland." Rhonda pulled the chair across from Gina and sat herself down, grinning ear to ear. "Look at you! You look so happy. What's going on?" "Oh, do I have a story to tell you!" "Oh, you do? Tell me."
"I know I've asked you this many times." "Rhonda! This again? NO. Ok? No." She said, adamantly. After all, he hasn't called me since the kiss. "Oh, come on. Don't be upset with me." Maybe I shouldn't tell her of my episode with The Boss last night until I clear this up. I hope I don't break her heart. Please God, no. "No, I'm not upset with you. Sorry. It's just that you keep on asking me the same thing over and over, and I have to keep saying no. And every time I say no, it sounds more and more like a denial. I hate it." "Ok. It just seems to me his approval means so much to you. Either you have a very ambitious profe
Rhonda turned back to Gina to continue their conversation. "Let's say, if you don't love him, and since we always share our men, can I fuck him?" "Rhonda, hasn't that been our plan since the beginning? To see whether he is that disciplined or whether there’s something wrong with him?" "That hasn't changed?" "Not a bit. No. Why? Have you found out something about him?" she felt a little sad when she said that, but then, he hasn't called, he probably is not interested in me as a woman, anyway. "Really? Nothing's changed?"&
Driving on the I-5 toward Portland, she reminisced about her teenage years, where she would easily fall for boys—or men—for a plethora of reasons. The time her innocent brain enticed her to act out all the romance she read in romance books. He could be a schoolmate, who sat next to her in classes and always tried to chat her up, he could be one of her distant cousins whose parents always came too early during family gatherings at her house, and left them the only two teenagers in the room, or he could be her piano teacher, a young man twelve years her senior. A man who she fantasized composed Schumann's Devotion for her. She overtook two slower cars and went back to the right lane. The truth of the matter was, he could be anyone in her life that she lay interest in, and they all had been forthcoming ab
Their office in Portland was not big but well-appointed. It housed twelve people, and they mostly worked on the one big account: Grabbel, Inc., an IT company providing ERP services, the client Gina would be having the meeting with. The meeting would not be for another couple of hours, Tom and Gina sat in the conference room to prepare. Like their office in Seattle, the sight of people was scarce. The business was thriving, they were all occupied and sitting at their clients' premises. "Have you had lunch?" Tom asked. "No, but that's ok. But on second thought, do you have anybody here who could perhaps get me … a sandwich?" Not a problem, and Tom called the secretary to get some sandwiches, coffee, and some orange water fro
Gina came to the meeting twenty minutes late. Four people were already seated in a bigger conference room in the Grabbel's office. Tom was one of them, the rest were Grabbel's executives. Their annoyance at being made to wait was subtly shown, their slightly curved lips to acknowledge her entering the room took a little effort to pull. What a difference from the big, welcoming smiles she had been accustomed to. "Hi Gentlemen, I'm sorry for being late. I didn't know the venue had been changed until the last minute." She threw a sharp look at Tom. The meeting had been moved from their office to Grabbel's, and it was apparent to Gina that she had been the last to know, at the last minute. "You weren't around and Linda tried to reach you several times," Tom said.
They walked out, and Gina rounded on, "You were the one who suggested we talk to him, you call him." She remained standing close to Tom with her arms crossed, while he reached for the phone and called The Boss. Once connected, Tom put the call on speakerphone. Pursing her lips, Gina said nothing, making him the one to explain the situation. The Boss let Tom say his piece uninterrupted. When he was done, The Boss simply said, "Leave it to Gina. Back her decisions." Before he ended the call, Gina called his name and said, "I think Tom should not be in the meeting." "What?" Tom exclaimed.