I never noticed how little time I had to myself at work, but now the intern is on my mind twenty-four seven, and I want to get some alone time with him. I’m sure he thinks I’m avoiding him again, and in reality, I haven’t seen him but once in the past two weeks. A lot of that has to do with the fact that I’ve been holed up in my office trying to decide which sales pitch has the best chance of gaining us a client Mathers has been trying to land for the past two years. Each time we pitch to them, they politely decline and go with our competitor. I need to make the right decision, or I’m afraid my job will be on the line. There are three vice presidents of sales, and I’m the only female with a slew of men vying for my job; they would love to make it an all-boys club.
“Mrs. Frost, I’m sorry to bother you, but there’s a package for you,” Amanda calls through the intercom.
“Very well, Amanda. Bring it in,” I snap. Did she really need to bother me only to tell me there was a package for me? Earlier I’d told her not to interrupt me unless it was important. Surely she didn’t think a package warranted an intrusion of my time.
From behind my laptop, I watch as Amanda tip-toes her way into the room with a decent size box in her hands, looking sheepish. It seems she now remembers how I’m not to be bothered.
The past two weeks, I’ve been… I guess harsher is the word. One night of amazing sex, and now I’m sexually frustrated. I need Tyson’s huge cock inside of me and have thought more than once to call the agency and hire him again.
“I-I was told the delivery was important, otherwise I wouldn’t have bothered you, Mrs. Frost. Is there anything I can get for you while I’m here?”
“More hours in the day?”
“You’ve been working too many long hours these past few weeks,” she smiles at me fondly.
Amanda is a great assistant, and I want to kick myself for snapping at her and being a general bitch to her the past couple of weeks.
Pulling out my purse, I grab a twenty out and hand it to her. “Why don’t you run down to Starbucks and get us both a drink and one of their delicious cake pops or something like that?”
Her mouth forms an ‘O’. “You don’t have to do that. I can buy my own.”
“I know you can, but I want to. I’m sorry for snapping. I’m so stressed out about getting this account; it’s taking up every hour that I’m awake, and I took it out on you.”
“I understand, and don’t worry about it. Maybe whatever’s in that box will help you out. Any idea what’s inside?” she asks, eying the box.
“No idea,” I shake my head as I try to remember if I’m supposed to receive any packages, but I’m positive I hadn’t ordered anything in the past month or two.
Waiting until Amanda is out of my office and the door is firmly shut, I grab for my scissors excitedly like a kid in a candy store. I love opening unexpected things. I open the box to find it filled with red tissue paper and the amazing scent of chocolate.
Digging in, I find a baker’s box filled with brownies. My favorite. Underneath the box is a card with my name written in messy script.
I don’t want to get my hopes up, but I want my package to be from Tyson. I need him to think about me as much as I have him since our rendezvous in the elevator. Slipping my finger underneath the flap, I pull out a thick cream sheet of stationary that is folded over.
Sadie,
It’s been almost two weeks since I last saw you, and I hate to believe that you’re avoiding me again. I know you’ve been working on a big project, so I’ll chalk up your absence in the halls due to that. For now. As for me, I can’t stop thinking about you every second of the day. The way you felt when I was deep inside you. I need you, again. I’ve booked our room for this Saturday night. Same time, same place. I hope to see you there.
Tyson
How did Tyson know that brownies are my favorite? Is it a coincidence? The real question is whether or not I’ll show up on Saturday. Who am I kidding? Of course, I’ll to show up. In fact, I would be finding time during the week to shop for some new lingerie.
As I go back to work nibbling on a brownie, I try not to dwell on the fact that his job is to sleep with women, and that there’s a fourteen-year age difference.
I could do this.
We’re only having fun.