Friday, December 5, 2003
I´d been working for three months at the DIC advertising agency, and in that time, I´d become Josh Parker´s right hand. I knew Lisa and Nicole envied me every time Josh would “invite” me to his office and I´d remain there for hours at a time, explaining my ideas, helping with his creative process.
But to my surprise, Charlotte, the most competitive and arrogant member of the team, treated me much better. At the start, it was she who objected most strenuously to the inclusion of two more women to the creative team. Eventually, though, she accepted it and was glad there were two more minds at work, which allowed her to leave at a more decent time. Work buildup was no longer an issue.
I´d realized soon enough that flirting was pervasive. As I sat at my work station, I could feel Josh´s gaze on me. I would then smile at him coquettishly and he´d reply with an impish grin and continue to work on his sketches or the computer screen. We acted like two teen-agers, and I thoroughly enjoyed the tingling it caused in my lower abdomen.
Anyway, that Friday something happened. Something unexpected that I ´d been hoping for, for a long time. My phone rang, it was Josh calling from his office, you could guess the smile on his face from his tone.
“Could you come over for a minute?”
“Of course.”
As was customary, I walked swinging my hips provocatively to his office. I opened the door and sat before the boss. I could literally feel the weight of Lisa, Nicole and Charlotte´s stare on me.
Josh clenched his hands in front of him, leaned forward and looked at me in a different way.
“What´s the matter?” I asked giggling, “has my mascara smeared or something?”
“No, not at all... You look stunning as always.”
He smiled enigmatically. Charming, irresistible. “I was wondering if you had any plans for tonight.” I paused for a second and that made him uncertain. “I imagine there´s a lot of demand for a woman like you.”
“Not really.” I answered thinking about my cheap lonely apartment in Queens. A single room flat in a squalid fifties building.
“Well then, would you like to come to dinner with me?” he suggested very formally.
“It would be a pleasure, Mr. Parker.”
I rose, patted down my fitted khaki skirt and walked slowly to my office. I could feel Josh´s stare on my butt every inch of the way. As I reach the door to my office I turned to wink at him and tried to concentrate on my work.
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The day stretched unbearably. As with any typical Friday, there was no one left in the office by seven. Apparently, everyone had plans and were in a hurry. Lisa, Nicole and Charlotte had left and I was waiting for Josh to leave his office.
“Should we go Miss.?” Asked Josh from behind me. I was totally focused on some sketches he had sent me earlier that evening.
“So, where are you taking me?” I asked mischievously as I shut down the computer.
“It´s a surprise.”
I trembled as he put his hand on my waist and wondered if my makeup was still OK and my clothes unwrinkled after twelve hours of work.
An elegant, black Mercedes was waiting for us on the street. Very gentlemanly, Josh helped me into the back seat and signaled the driver to go.
I was very nervous, his presence overwhelmed me and for a moment I felt like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman.
We drove down the night streets of New York until we reached 60th St., close to Central Park. The driver dropped us off at the north tower of the Time Warner Center. I knew the fancy Asiate Restaurant was located on the 35th floor of the Oriental Mandarin Hotel. I immediately assumed that was where I was to have my first date with Josh. I could never have afforded to even have a drink there.
“Am I well-dressed enough?” I asked as we rode up on the elevator. “After twelve hours in the office, maybe I should´ve stopped at home to change or...”
“You look gorgeous.” He interrupted me, caressing my hand reassuringly.
As we walked into the Asiate, a serious, elegant oriental host greeted us.
“Ah, Mr. Parker. Welcome. Will it be your usual table?”
“Yes please.”
We walked into an immense room where we were seated at a secluded table near a huge window. The whole city of New York was at our feet.
“Do you like it?” Asked Josh
“I love it!”
I let Josh take over. I can´t even remember what we ate. A multitude of delicious dishes with minute quantities of exquisitely decorated delicacies were brought to us.
A little bit tipsy, Josh began to open up to me. His stunningly blue eyes were a bit glassy from the drink, but he remained the charismatic, elegant man he always was.
“I like you Paula. I like you very much. Is it terrible for me to say that I´d love to kiss your lips, right here, right now?”
“You forgot to say `and with the whole of New York as a background´.” I giggled nervously.
“I´ll say it if it means you will say yes.” I wonder if he actually thought I might say no. He looked around us, and not thinking of anything but my lips, he leaned towards me, gently put his hand around my neck and kissed me for what must have been the best seconds of my life up to that moment. How had I been able to live for twenty-six years without those kisses? His tongue playfully wrapping around mine, his fleshy lips ardently enveloping mine.
“Let´s get out of here.” Josh urged.
He paid the check and we left hurriedly. On the way down the thirty-five floors in the lift, our lips never parted.
We didn´t have far to walk to Josh´s apartment, located in front of Central Park on the Upper East Side.
Entering the sybaritic apartment, I was unable to see anything as Josh guided me hurriedly to his ample, comfy bed.
He pushed me savagely onto the fluffy comforter. Without parting his lips from mine, he began to undress me skillfully. I tore at his clothes.
He parted my thighs and slowly penetrated me without preamble; slowly at first, calmly looking into my eyes. He caressed every inch of skin, nibbling at my hardened nipples, pushing deeper, harder.
Oh-my-God! That was heavenly, that´s what it was. I whimpered and sighed, letting Josh´s expertise guide me until, after about half an hour we both climaxed and slumped on the bed, side by side, panting looking beyond the ceiling.
“That was incredible” Josh laughed, turning to look at me. He caressed my breasts tenderly while I took in each of his sweaty, well defined muscles.
“Again?” I laughed playfully.
“You don´t have to ask me twice.”