Chapter Two

Samantha

I get home, slip off my shoes, and open a bottle of white wine. I need this after the day I’ve had. I went to four other job interviews after the one at Maxwell Publishing. They were all brutal. Each one had wall-to-wall women who looked like models applying for the jobs. The job market is tough right now, so I have no idea what my chances are of getting a call back. I take a seat on my couch with my glass of wine in hand. I place the glass of wine in my hand on the couch, making sure not to spill as I lie back and close my eyes.

            Images appear in my head as soon as I close my eyes. Not surprising to me that the images are of the handsome man Charles Maxwell. I can’t help but replay the sound of his voice in my head. His voice is strong and forceful. It sends a chill down my back. I imagine his hands caressing my body.

            As the thoughts run through my mind, my heart begins to race. My breathing becomes shallow. My eyes fly open, shocked at how my body is responding to the thought of him. I lean forward, placing the glass of wine on the wooden coffee table in front of me. Tears begin to fall from my eyes as I place my hands to my head and shake. I can’t let this happen, that's all I can keep telling myself. I know I’m getting upset over nothing. The chances of him offering me the job are probably zero. That makes me happy and sad.

            I’m so tired I don’t even bother to eat. I change into my tank top and boy shorts to get ready for bed. I wash my face and lie down, staring at the ceiling until sleep takes over me.

            Clear green eyes are staring at me. I know those. They look as if they can stare right into my soul. Charles Maxwell is standing before me in all his glory. “Do you want this? Do you want to feel me?’ he asks as his hands move slowly up my thigh. We are both lying in bed naked. His body is a work of art, ripped and toned in every single place. My mouth waters as I look at him. “I want you, and I want you to feel every inch of me. Tell me this is what you want.” He demands.

          My body begins to shiver with anticipation. I bite my lip to stop a moan from falling from my lips. His hands have landed on my pussy. His fingers disappear between my folders, and I’m dying with need.

          “I want you to make me feel you.”

          His lips crash to mine, taking control of me. I close my eyes and fall into the passion. The kiss is fierce but not forceful. I open my eyes to seek out his emerald eyes, but instead of finding green eyes looking back at me, a set of hateful, murderess blue eyes stare back at me.

          I go to scream when a hand crashes down over my mouth.

            “I always knew you were a whore. The sad thing is, you’re not even a good whore. You think any other man would want you.”

          I try to fight against his hold, but he’s on top of me. He has me pinned with his weight. Somebody please help me is all I can think of. No matter what, I keep trying to fight.

          “That’s right. Keep fighting. You know I don’t mind hurting you. You’re nothing but some dirty whore who can’t even fuck right.”

          I can’t scream because of his hands. I can’t fight because of his weight. I can’t do anything to stop him. Maybe, just maybe, this time he’ll kill me, and it will be over. No, I can’t let him win. I bite down on his hands hard, and he pulls back.

          “HELP, HELP. SOMEBODY HELP ME. HELP ME!

           “SAM, WAKE UP.”

          Somebody’s shaking me, but I can’t escape.

          “SAM, WAKE UP. IT’S JACKIE. PLEASE WAKE UP, HON.”

            I blink my eyes awake, and I see Jackie sitting in front of me with a terrified look on her face. I gasp for air.

            She pulls me into her arms. “It’s okay, honey, I have you. It was just a nightmare. You’re safe. You’re safe.” She says as she strokes my hair.

            I can’t help it. I start to sob uncontrollably. My body is shaking, and the sobs keep falling from my mouth.

            “It’s okay, baby, let it out. You’re safe.”

It takes some time for me to get myself under control, but I finally do. I move out of Jackie’s embrace. “Why are you here? I mean, how did you get here?’

            “I was coming home from the gallery when I heard you screaming. I’m surprised no one has called the cops. You could hear you all through the hallway. Did you have another one of those dreams?’

            I hate to admit to her that the answer is yes because I know what she’s going to say. “Yes. I had another one of those nightmares.”

            “Honey, I love you, but enough is enough. If you keep going this way, you will never break free from the past. Do you want him to continue to have a hold on you?’

            “Of course not,” I answer a little more harshly than I mean to as I climb out of bed, walking past her. She follows me into the kitchen, where I am getting a glass of water.

            ‘You know I hate to see it this way. You can’t move on until you deal with things. These nightmares are letting you know you haven’t. You need to talk to someone.”

            ‘Isn’t that why I have you?” I say with a smirk.

            “You need more than me, love. You know I would do anything to help you, but this goes beyond my powers. You must talk to someone. I mean a professional.”

            “You know I can’t do that.”

Jackie takes a seat at the kitchen counter. “You know they can’t tell anyone what you talk to them about. You’ll be safe, and no one has to know.”

            I place the empty glass in the sink and turn to her. “Look, I know you want the best for me, and you mean well, but I’m tired, and I would like to try to get some more sleep, okay. We can table this for another time.”

            Jackie looks at me as if she wants to fight about this, but thank god she decides against it.

            “Okay, I’ll let it go for now, but this conversation isn’t over. Do you want me to sleep here tonight? Like old times.”

            “No, I’m fine, and you’ve had a long day at the art gallery, so go home and get some sleep. I’ll be fine.”

            There’s a silent pause, and I know that Jackie is debating with herself on what to do. It’s written all over her face. That’s the good and bad thing about being friends for as long as we have, we can read each other like a book.

            “Go home.” I tell her once more.

            She jumps off the kitchen stool and walks over to me. “You know if you need me, I’m right next door.”

            “I know. I’m fine, now stop worrying about me and go get some rest.”

            She pulls me into a tight hug before leaving.

            Once she leaves, I pull out a blanket from the hall closet and grab my pillow from my bedroom. I walk into the living room towards the couch, taking the pillow and blanket with me. I turned on the television, then made a makeshift bed on the couch. I lay down, pulling the covers over me and waiting for sleep to take me once more.

                                                               Charles

            My best friend Josh and I are out for our early morning run. My feet are hitting the pavement while my mind is thinking of the woman I had last night and the things I did to her. The problem is that I might have been with her physically, but mentally, I was with the chestnut woman who walked into my office yesterday.

            “Hey, why so quiet?” Josh asks.

            “I didn’t know I had to entertain you on our morning run.”

            “Don’t be an ass. How did last night go with the redhead? What’s her name?’

            “What do you mean? How did it go? It went the way it always does, and her name was Melissa.” I answer while trying to keep my pace.

            “If it went so well, then why are you in such a foul mood? Normally, when you get laid, you seem to be in a good mood. What happened?’

            I stop running. “Fuck man, I’m sorry. I have some shit on my mind.”

            “The red head didn’t relieve your stress?”

            We begin to walk. “Physically, yes, but mentally no. There’s this woman that I met yesterday while going to work. We first met in the elevator, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. She has chestnut, caramel skin and blue eyes that make you want to dive in.”

            “She’s black?”

            “Yes, she’s black or mixed with it. From what she told me, her mother is biracial. Why is that a problem?”

            “Not for me, but I have never seen you with a black woman, but then again, I have never seen you with a woman more than one night.” Josh laughs. Josh sees that I’m not laughing, so he stops. “So, what happened?’

            “I didn’t really get a chance to talk to her. My mind was too focused on her body. She has this nice round ass that makes you want to do things that are illegal in some states. If the elevator wasn’t full, I might have thrown her against the wall and fucked her right there.’

            “Did you get her number or even her name?” Josh asks.

            “Well, here’s the funny thing. You know how I told you I had to interview for a new P.A.”

 “Yeah, and?”

            “She was one of the appli-. “

            “You can’t hire her.” Josh cuts in.

            “Why?’ I ask as if I don’t already know the answer.

            “If you are thinking about her this way now, after just one meeting, what are you going to do when you have to be around her all the time?”

            Josh had a good point, and that was my dilemma.

            Josh and I walked back to his car in silence. My mind was swirling with different ways to handle this. I know the best thing is not to hire her, but fuck if I don’t want her.

            Josh looks at me. Oh God, I can see your mind working, and you’re going to do the one thing you know you shouldn’t. Remember your motto. You don’t fuck where you work.”

I grab a water from out of his car. “I know that, but I think I can work with her and not touch her.”

            “Would you be hiring her because she’s qualified or because your other head wants her?’

            “She graduated top of her class. She has a degree in accounting. Plus, she was different from all the rest. The other applicants were trying to show me their tits and ass. She, on the other hand, came in covered up and never once tried to draw attention to her body.”

            “Shit, from what you said, she doesn’t have to.”

            “Yeah, but that’s the thing I don’t think she even knows how hot she is or it’s the fact she doesn’t care. She came in dressed in some clothes that came off the rack.”

            “What’s wrong with that?’

            “Nothing except she was interviewing for a billion-dollar company. Most people know better.”

            Josh grabs a water and takes a sip. “Look, you’re going to do what you want to do, but just be careful. A piece of ass is not worth a lawsuit.”

            “Yeah, I hear ya. Anyway, let’s go so I can drag my ass into work and you can go and make me some more money in the stock market, Mr. Stockbroker.”

            I seat in my office feeling more relaxed after my morning run. My runs normally help me clear my head, but today I find it more difficult. With that said, last night floats to the front of my mind.

            As usual, I went out with Josh and picked a girl to take home and have so much fun, but last night was different. I need a release like I never have before. My mind seemed occupied with thoughts of Miss. Samantha Clarkson and that beautiful body of hers. I kept picturing how it would feel beneath me as I drove my dick into her. I imagine the sound that would come from her mouth as I pleasured her with my tongue. Damn, I bet she’s sweet down there.

            This is not me. I don’t allow a woman to invade my mind, and especially not my heart. My ex, Lisa, taught me a good lesson in that department. Now I pick up a woman for a night, give us both pleasure to die for, and have them leave once I’m finished. Many would say that makes me a cold-hearted bastard. They may be right, but I’m an honest, cold-hearted bastard.

            The good thing for me is I don’t need to pick up someone every night, as a matter of fact before last night it had been a while, but that chestnut beauty changed all. From the moment I saw her, my cock stood at attention, and I needed to get rid of the ache, so Josh and I went on the hunt. That’s where I found Melissa.

            Josh and I were sitting at the bar drinking when a slim redhead sat next to me. Our elbows brush against one another.

          “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hit you with my arm.” The redhead says.

          “Don’t be sorry. I’m not.” I say, adding a wink.

          I stared her up and down, taking in her body. Her hand-sized breasts were on display. Her short black dress barely covered her ass. Her ass wasn’t big, but it was something I could work with. I turn back to Josh to give him the look so he’ll know I found what I was looking for, but instead, I find that he has moved to a table to talk to another girl. Good, now I turn my attention back to the girl I know is dying to get fucked.

          I notice her trying to get the bartender's attention without success.

          “Destiny, we need a drink over here?” I say.

          “I’ll be right there.” Destiny informs us.

          The redhead turns her attention back to me. “Thank you.” She says. Now it’s her turn to have her eyes roam my body, and by the look in her eyes, she likes what she sees, as if that’s ever been a problem for me.

          “What's your name, love?’

          “Melissa. And you?’

          I extend my hand to hers. She places her hand into mine, and I kiss the back of it. “Charles.”

Destiny walks over and sees Melissa’s hand touching my lips, and she doesn’t look happy. Yeah, I know she has a thing for me, but since I own this bar, she’s out of luck. She’ll never get a piece of me.

            “What can I get you?’ Destiny asks Melissa, but keeps her focus on me by shooting daggers at me with her eyes.

          “A screaming orgasm.” Melissa answers.

          Destiny turns her focus on Melissa. “Really?” she says with a sarcastic tone. I’ll have to make sure that Mark, the manager, talks to her. She walks off to make the drink.

          “You know, if you really want a screaming orgasm, I could help with that. If you know what I mean.”

          “Really.” She says, with disbelief in her eyes.

          “Yeah, that’s right. It’ll be the best you've ever had.”

          “That’s what they all say.”

          Destiny delivers Melissa’s drink.

          I turn to face Melissa. “Listen here, I’m not a boy who’s trying to get you in bed and does nothing but worry about how he’s going to get off. I’m a man who wants you to be screaming with pleasure while I play with your body, and believe me, I’m good at what I do. The orgasm I’ll give you will be better than the one you're having.”

          “What makes you think I’m interested?"

          “Please. You came here to get laid.”

          “You don’t know that for sure,” Melissa responds before taking a sip of her drink.

            “Is that so, because that’s not what it looks like. You have your breast on display to entice those who come near. Your dress covers just enough of your ass to make a man wonder what's underneath, and if I had to guess, your pussy is bare for easy access. Am I wrong?’

          “Maybe, maybe not. No matter how I dress doesn’t mean I’m here to have sex.”

          “You’re right. So, what are you here for?’

          Melissa doesn’t say a thing because she knows I’m right. Yes, women can dress like her without wanting to get fucked, but the vibes she gives off and the way Melissa is looking at me let me know what’s on her mind.

          “Look, we can stay here and shoot the shit, or I can take you home, fuck you so hard that you’ll forget your name because I did come here to get fucked.”

          Melissa swings her legs to my side and slightly opens them enough for me to see that I was right. She has no panties on.

          “So, what are we waiting for?’

          “First things first. I don’t mind fucking your brains out, but once we finish, you must go home. I will provide transportation. I don’t do sleepovers, and this is a one-time thing.”

          Melissa leans forward towards my ears, “What if I’m so good you want more?’ she whispers.

          “Don’t hold your breath, love. Now, do we have an understanding or what?’

          “Sure, why not? She answers as she grabs her purse off the bar.

            I laid some bills on the table to cover my drink and hers. I passed Josh as we started to walk out of the bar. It looks like he’s having company tonight as well.

          “Follow me. My car is out back. Did you drive?’

          “No, I took a cab.”

We walk to my car and climb in the back seat. Malcolm, my driver, is in the front. He’s been waiting on me the whole time. “Home.”

I push the button to raise the partition. “Now let me see that pussy of yours.”

          Melissa looks at me, then at the partition. I can tell that you’re having doubts about doing anything in the car with Malcolm here.

          “You don’t have to worry, Malcolm is too busy doing his job. Now don’t make me ask again.”

          Melissa shimmies her dress over her hips. I use one hand to pull the spaghetti straps of her dress down to reveal her breasts. The other hand slowly glides over her folds.

          I take her nipple between my fingers, pinch it just enough to get a soft moan from her. Using my other hand, I run my fingers up one side of her folds and down the other side.

            Her nipples are becoming hard pebbles, and I can’t resist using my mouth. I lower my head to take her nipple in my mouth. I suck on it lightly, flicking my tongue over it. At the same time, I flatten my hand to cup her mound. Using my thumb, I find her clit and gently apply pressure by making circles. Melissa starts to moan a little louder.

          Melissa arches her back off the seat. I’m driving her crazy with my mouth and hands. I take my teeth and graze them against the nipple, only stopping to take a small bite. I want her to feel pleasure with a small amount of pain.

          I keep drawing circles on Melissa’s clit, but now I add two fingers inside of her. She has started to grind against my hand. She thinks I’m going to let her get out of the car, but I’m not. She starts to grind harder against my hand while I move to the other breast. I can feel she’s getting close, so I pull away.

          Melissa grabs my hand in a flash. “Why did you stop?’

          I yank my hand away. “I stop because I’m not ready for you to cum yet.” Which is the truth? I didn’t want Melissa to come in the car. She’ll have to wait until my cock is buried so far in her that she doesn’t know where I end and she begins.

          Melissa places her hand onto my screaming, hard cock that is sitting in my pants. “You don’t have to worry, baby. Coming more than once won’t be a problem.”

            Slam!

I turn my head in the direction of the noise. Stella is standing there with a stack of papers on my desk and a grin on her face. “Would you like to work today or should I leave so you can return to your daydreams?”

            I love Stella, but sometimes she can be a real ball buster.

            I look at the stack of papers she has placed on my desk. “What are these?”

            “Did you forget that you are looking for a personal assistant?”

            “No, I didn’t, Stella.”

            “Okay then, because these are the applicants for the women who are waiting for their interview.”

“Send them home, please.”

            “Why would I do that?”

            “Because I found my personal assistant already,” I say without thinking.

            “It would have been nice if you had told me before the room got full.”

            “That’s why you get paid the big bucks to take care of things for me.”

            Stella rolls her eyes.

            “I saw that,” I say with a smile.

            “It wasn’t like I was hiding it.” She says as she walks out of the office.

            What I’m about to do next might be a big mistake, like Josh said, but I can’t help myself. I believe that Ms. Clarkson is the one for me. I mean, she is the one that I think can work for me, plus her degree in accounting may come in handy.