By Barbra Campbell
As long as I held the top closed, the goose inside stayed calm. If only getting myself under control was as easy as having someone put me in a bag and hold the top shut. Come on, Zoe, you can do this.
My chest was tight, and I’d barely controlled my breathing after hitting the bird while hurrying back from my lunch break. Why people kept geese as pets was beyond me. After bagging the unconscious bird, since I’d forgotten my phone, I’d hurried in to the bank to tell my boss I’d be a few minutes late getting back to work. There was no doubt I was telling the truth since the bagged goose was under my arm.
Now that the bird had regained consciousness, I wondered if a trip to the vet was necessary? But it was only two blocks away, as opposed to the five-minute drive back to where I’d run into the bird.
And time was of the essence.
The armored truck would show up any minute, and if I didn’t get back in time, I’d miss my chance to ask the driver on a date. We’d never exchanged more than polite words, but his lingering gazes drove me crazy. A couple times we’d had what should have been incidental contact, but the passion it ignited left my core aching and my panties wet.
I’d been planning to ask him out for months, but given the amount of money he was responsible for, his visits were highly supervised, leaving me with no chance to socialize. A drunken bet with my roommate, Leah, gave me a one-day deadline. The alternative... ask my boss why she passed me over for a promotion, twice.
Calm, deep breaths, I’d tried not to hyperventilate. I put way too much time taking my perfectly coiffed pin-up girl style to the next level. Today had to be the day.
In addition to needing one hand to secure the goose, I needed the other hand to hold the Breathalyzer to my mouth. My car battery had died and I was using Leah’s car. She’d been pulled over for a DUI and now had this new gadget which had to be used correctly or the car wouldn’t start. I inhaled deeply, not wanting to register another error on the test. When I’d tried to restart the car after containing the stunned goose in the bag, I messed up and had to try a second time.
No sooner than I started the long exhale into the tube, then the armored truck pulled up. Crap. He was early. If I stopped blowing before the beep, the system would register another infraction for my roommate.
Clayton, the man of my dreams, made eye contact. A hulky guy ready to bust out of his neatly pressed uniform. A gentleman who always smiled and said hello, making me feel like the most desirable woman on the planet. Maybe it was my imagination, but I swore he always kept longer eye contact with me than anyone else. And his voice. Did it go a little deeper when he spoke to me? His godly perfect features caught my attention every time I saw him. And I tended to get caught up fantasizing about getting my hands on his ass... only both of my hands were busy at the moment. Could I be any more demoralized?
He smiled. I blew.
I would have fainted if the ignition lock didn’t beep soon. All I could do was sit and let him stare at me.
One eternity, two eternities, beep. Tucking the meter into its bracket, I started the car. One look back at Clayton getting out of the armored truck, and I licked my lips. Whether it was the ball of stress my chaotic day had turned me into, or the idea of asking Clayton out, my cheeks flushed.
Hell. I flung the door open and turned to get out of the car. The rustle of the bag followed by a loud goose honk didn’t offer enough time to correct my mistake. The creature flopped its way out of the bag, feathers flew, and I slammed the door shut trapping myself inside the car with one large, angry bird. Its wingspan might have been as wide as the Corolla, but they kept smashing into me so I wasn’t sure he ever got them fully extended.
I flung my hands, trying to swat it away, but didn’t want to hurt it any worse than hitting it with the car. A streak of red on the bird’s wing scared me until I realized it was my lipstick. When I managed to hold its wings down, it resorted to pecking at me, pulling tendrils of my hair loose.
Was Clayton watching? In one day, had I gone from being the heavy girl in the office, to the big girl with a drinking and goose problem? Any chances of Clayton going out with me had to be nearing zero. The prophetic goose egg, only I couldn’t find humor in the irony.
Finally getting the animal turned, it pecked at the passenger window as I shoved it back into the bag. I hit the gas. Maybe Clayton could get a brain injury and forget he saw all of this before his pick-up time next week.
The reflection of him in the rear-view mirror, watching me drive away, assured me he had seen it all.
* * *
I’d taken a moment in the bathroom to tidy myself up before opening my teller station, not that it mattered. Clayton had come and gone. At least the goose had a clean bill of health, and the vet tech offered to return it to its gaggle, since everyone in town knew where they lived.
Straightening my receipts for the hundredth time, I took advantage of the lack of customers and excused myself to talk to my boss. I had aspirations to move up, and I deserved to know why they weren’t becoming a reality. What could she say that would make my day any worse?
I took the seat Mrs. Phillips indicated. I figured at least I’d win the bet with Leah, who would have to do all the cleaning in our apartment for the next month.
Technically I didn’t have to fear my boss saying I didn’t get promoted because of my weight, because that violated too many HR rules, but the more painful comments were the ones left unsaid. The uncertainty, the holes in the logic, and the slow etching away at my confidence. “I’m going to be really blunt,” I said. “I’ve applied for the last two promotions. I’ve met the qualifi-cations. I want to know why I’m not getting moved up.”
She squirmed uncomfortably, smiled falsely, and brought her hands together in front of her mouth. “You’re the friendliest teller we have, you’re so bubbly. The customers love you. I mean, you have a great smile. Perfect for the teller position.”
Somehow the humiliation of Clayton seeing my chaotic moment fueled me. With little chance of winning him, I had to win at my job. “So, this has nothing to do with my weight? Maybe I’m paranoid, but it seems like lesser qualified, skinnier women move into the management positions.”
“Of course not.”
I stared at her as she fiddled with a couple papers on her desk and avoided eye contact. If friendly, bubbly and smiley were keeping me from being promoted, I could change.
Instead of being the chatty co-worker, I dashed out right at quitting time. Leah needed her car back anyway. I’d have to explain the feathers. She’d love it.
When I opened the door, eau de goose hit me. Not quite as lovable. I rolled the windows down, hoping the smell, and some of the feathers would blow out on the way home. Reaching for the Breathalyzer, a paper under the windshield wiper caught my attention, more like a handwritten note than a flier. Had the goose’s owner tracked me down? Had someone hit the car in the parking lot, and I hadn’t noticed? I prayed my day wouldn’t get any worse.
Anything other than relaxing in a hot bath with chocolates and wine wasn’t part of my evening, including dealing with shit beyond my control. I grabbed the paper and shoved it into my purse.
Within minutes of getting home I was dipping my toes into rose scented bathwater. I’d stripped, pulled out my bobby pins, wiped a make-up removing cloth over my eyes, prepared a tray of treats, and run the bath for myself all while telling Leah about my day. We’d been friends since forever, and had no modesty around each other, but my tone must have told her I couldn’t take anything extra because she didn’t even dole out the usual harassment, which a goose induced cock-block should have warranted.
Submerging myself in our oversized tub, I let the water cocoon my entire body before sliding back up to breathe. The calming sensation made me wonder if that was equivalent to the goose in the bag. I pulled my teak bath tray close and grabbed a chocolate out of the bowl. The rich sweetness of cocoa coated my mouth. Other than not killing a goose, the treats and bath were the only positive points to my day, which said a lot on a day that I got to see Clayton.
Halfway through a sip of Pinot, the bathroom door burst open, and Leah practically flew in. The sudden breach of my peace treaty with the day caused me to spill the drink, adding a rosier tone to the water.
“When were you going to tell me you had a date with Clayton?” she said, holding the piece of paper I’d ripped from under the windshield wiper and shoved into my purse.
“What?” I shook water from my hand and reached for the note.
Leah drilled me with questions as I read.
Rough day? Let me treat you like the goddess you are. Tell me where to pick you up, and we’ll start with dinner, your choice.
“You don’t exactly look like you’re going to take him up on this. What’s going on?”
I drank what was left of my wine, sorting out how I should handle the situation. “What were you doing in my purse?”
“I was cleaning up your mess. You threw your purse on the couch when you rushed through the living room, and it spilled all over the floor. The hearts he drew got my attention, and then I saw it was from him.”
“Why couldn’t you have found it before I jumped in the tub?” I set the note on my tray and held out strands of my drenched hair in both hands.
“Call him. I doubt he’s asking you out because you’ve perfected the pin-up girl victory roll hairstyle. Anyway, I have to run. Fill me in later.”
I splashed water at her as she left the room and managed to get some on the counter and my phone. Would it die? Clayton would think I was ignoring him. How wrong could this day go?
Thankfully I was able to dab the water off, and it still worked. Easing back into the warm bath, I dialed his number. He’d filled my imagination on so many nights I’d spent in the company of my vibrator, I couldn’t believe he was asking me out. Especially after what he’d witnessed. My hands shook, and I sat up straighter so if I dropped my phone it would land on my bath tray instead of in the water.
He didn’t answer. My heart sank as his voicemail message played. His deep, dreamy voice caused me to slide my free hand between my legs. He had one of those long messages spelling out what to do and that he’d return the call, and I was never so thankful for someone stating the obvious. Keep talking, big boy. I stroked my clit and shivers raced through my body, leaving me sinfully horny as the beep reminded me it was my turn to speak.
I couldn’t get out more than a breathy response of my name and number.
The temptation to call back and hear him again left me with an even naughtier feeling, and I tapped on his number to redial. My fingers dipped into my pussy, meeting my own wetness. His voice came over the line and my eyes fluttered closed. I imagined him naked, filling me with his own fingers as our lips met and euphoria engulfed my entire being. I needed his cock, but he was making me wait. Beep.
Beeps and honks were ruining my day.
Calling a third time might scare him off, and if it didn’t, I should probably be the one who was worried. I set the phone on my tray and licked the chocolate coating of my last bon-bon, the way I wanted to lick his balls. Sucking it into my mouth, I craved him even more, one of the few times in life chocolate wasn’t the answer.
I pulled my fingers back to my clit, and eased my legs against the sides of the tub. Clayton was a big guy, I’d have to spread wide for him. No bathtub sex for us. The thought of opening my legs for him as he pushed his tip against my entrance nearly caused me to choke on the bon-bon. He had to call back. Soon.
Rubbing my tongue over the smooth treat, I licked it hard and massaged my clit, wondering if I’d get a chance to suck Clayton’s cock tonight. No three-date rule for me. I fit the saying: Classy on the street, freak in the sheets. I’d try not to come on too strong, though. He might not have masturbated to me as many times as I had to him.
Pressure started to build, and I swallowed the last bit of chocolate. I sucked on my index finger, desperately caught up in the idea of having him in my mouth. My phone rang. I only needed a second or two more, not that I would be able to talk coherently after climaxing. Clayton’s name popped up. His voice, I had to hear it, real time. Could I get him talking about something and finish myself? I was a hot mess, but eased off my clit and answered.
“You sound out of breath, Zoe. Did I catch you at a bad time?”
“No, this is perfect.” Did this qualify me as a pervert? No, freak sounded much better.
“Good, I missed getting a chance to talk to you in person. You’re always the highlight of my route. Where would you like to go for dinner? Then you can tell me all about your crazy day.”
“I can’t believe you saw my fiasco and somehow decided to ask me out.”
“I’ve wanted to ask you out since the moment I first saw you, but I was sure you had a boyfriend, and company policy won’t let me socialize with the employees during my pick-ups. But today I wanted to give you a giant hug and make everything better. When I got off work, I decided a note would be safer than walking into the bank and asking you out, or waiting at your car. I hated seeing how stressed you were. I’ll do anything to put that beautiful smile back on your face.”
Anything? For the love of all things beautiful! “You already did.”
“That was easy. Now, aside from dinner, what can I do to help you relax?”
I rubbed myself again and let out a long breath, not sure I cared if he heard. “Yeah, dinner.”
“Anything you want.”
“Awe, you’re so sweet, but you know how I’m always dolled up?”
“I always look forward to seeing my pin-up girl.” His voice took on a heavier tone.
My? Did all the bad karma of the day lead to one very good thing? Even the fruitless conversation with my boss didn’t seem so bad hearing Clayton call me his. “I always look forward to seeing you, too. I have fantasies about following you into the safe, or into your truck and—”
There was a pause when I cut my comment off. Maybe I should stop playing with myself until I got off the phone. My normal extroverted nature was taking things to new levels.
“And what?” His voice came out gravelly and demanding.
Holding back wasn’t an option. “Why don’t you tell me?”
His tone stayed low and heated. “Why don’t I show you?”
“Please tell me.” I tried not to sound like I was begging.
He chuckled. “I’d get you out of your sexy dress and have you slide your hands in your panties while I knelt in front of you. Would you do that for me, Zoe?”
Was this real? I had to be dreaming. My pussy ached for his cock, but the excitement building in my core couldn’t wait for him to drive over. How long would it take him to get there? Immediate need won out over total fulfillment. Having him walk me through this might even be the hottest thing I’d ever experienced. “Yes, keep talking.”
He had to have heard the need in my voice and know what I was doing, but being a gentleman, he didn’t ask. I tried to keep the bathwater from sloshing, to no avail. I flipped the drain with my toes. The waterline slowly pulled down my body like hands caressing me.
“I’d ask you to please yourself while I took in your beautiful body. You’d agree and drive me crazy, and I’d have to slide your bra off so I could bury my face in your amazing breasts, the ones I’ve had to use nearly superhuman strength not to stare at every time I come to the bank. Would that make you happy, Zoe?”
“It would.” I switched to speakerphone and added a hand to my breast, pinching my nipple, dreaming of his face smashed in my cleavage. If he said my name in his low, husky voice again, I’d come undone.
He continued. “The rose scented perfume I always try to get close enough to smell would engulf me, but it wouldn’t be enough. I’d grab your thighs and shove your legs wide so I could lick you. The sweet scent of your sex would force me to stroke my cock, but only enough to hold me off while I savored your taste and made sure you climaxed.”
I tried to hold back, wanting to hear everything he said, but the thought of his tongue licking my sex pushed me over the edge. An orgasm gripped my core and shot through my body. My vision went blank. Moans carried from my throat through the phone. He regrouped like a pro. Why wasn’t I mortified?
“That’s right, Zoe, come for me. I’m going to do this to you all night. I’m going to drink in the moment when your mouth drops open and your eyes flutter closed as my cock releases inside you. And I’ll run my hands over every soft inch of your skin when you need a break, because I won’t be able to get enough of you.”
What had gotten into me? I had no shame. And he ran with it. He might be more perfect than I’d imagined. If I’d found a way to record him, his words could complement my vibrator on those lonely nights, although I had a feeling, there might not be many more.
“Are you relaxed enough to let me come over?”
Still in disbelief over what we’d done, but wanting more, I whispered, “Yes.”
“Do you want me to take you to dinner?”
“Can you bring take-out? I’m starving.” Geez, why not ask him to bring some smokes, too?
“I’ll bring anything you want.”
“Do you mind if we stay in? I already started to unwind.”
“I noticed.”
“I mean, I took my hair down—”
“Zoe, I want to know every, crazy, little thing about you, not just the beauty who works at the bank.”
* * *
With Leah gone, staging myself for Clayton posed the only problem. I had to leave the apartment door unlocked. Peeping through the blinds, I waited until he arrived to flip the locks. My insides were too fluttery to sit still just yet.
Back at the window, I watched him walk toward my apartment, a take-out bag and roses in hand. When I’d imagined seeing him out of uniform, I’d always gone for naked, but jeans and a tight T-shirt offered their own seduction. If I’d had panties on, they’d be soaked. God, I was ready for him.
He was stepping onto my landing. I wouldn’t have time to situate myself on the couch as planned, the classic reclining pose. New plan. I leaned against the wall, bending one leg through the front of my red, floor length, sheer dressing gown. I twisted the fingers of one hand into my hair.
My heart stopped when the door handle turned. Time slowed as he pushed the door open and stepped into the room. The mass of his body filled the doorway. This was real. I could barely breathe. I extended my free hand and wiggled a finger for him to come to me.
He glanced at the items in his hands, and I nodded to the coffee table a couple steps away. My hunger vanished for anything but him. The flowers would have to wait for water until I got what I needed. The second the items were out of his hands, he turned to me but kept the distance, running his gaze up and down my body.
My skin tingled with the promise of those big hands bringing me pleasure. My breaths quickened as he ran his fingers through his hair.
“Touch me,” I said, lowering my bent leg, letting both hands travel to my thighs. Thrusting my chest out and bending slightly, I ran my hands down to my knees and back to my center.
“In a minute.” The low voice he’d had on the phone returned, and he ran a hand over his cock. He had to be uncomfortable.
I’d never seen a man look so intent. I felt like prey, and I loved it. I wiggled a finger at him again. “Why wait?”
“Because I’ve never seen anything so beautiful, and I can’t believe I’m about to get to ravage you.” He swallowed hard and rubbed the back of his neck. I brought my hands up to cup my breasts and played with my nipples through the sheer fabric. “I’ve thought about you every day since the first time I saw you. A red dress with white polka dots, red heels, a hair bow, and lipstick to match. You stole my heart at that exact moment. Then you said ‘hello,’ and I wanted to wake up to your sexy voice every morning. I’ve waited far too long to hold you.” He brought his eyes to mine, and my mind flashed back.
“I’ve thought about you too.” I’d felt an instant connection to him and fought it in the name of professionalism. I trailed one hand between my legs, and didn’t have to play up the moan when I touched myself. I ran the other hand up to my neck and into my hair.
Clayton shut his eyes, breathing hard.
I had to get my hands on his erection. I closed the space between us, and his arms wrapped around me as I pressed my body into his. My fingers touched his jaw for the first time. I pulled him down to my lips. He was hard and hot. Every dream I’d had of him flooded me when our lips met.
He had to lean down to kiss me, causing his upper body to pull away. The slight absence of his touch, his heat, already left me wanting.
“Where’s your bed?” His growly voice made my insides burn with need.
I pointed, and he scooped me up, kissing me again before he started walking.
No guy had ever carried me before. I felt like the goddess he’d called me in his note. How did he know me so well? He stood me next to the bed and kneeled in front of me. Cradling one calf, he lifted my foot to remove my high heel, then did the same with the other foot. Someone touching my calf had never turned me on, but his large hand sent electricity through my legs straight to my core.
When he stood, he untied my gown. His fingers followed the fabric as it slid over my skin, and he loosely folded it and set it to the side, as if it was precious.
His eyes reunited with mine. “I want you.”
“I’m all yours.” There was a comfort in my words, accompanying the need. He wouldn’t understand it at the level I meant it yet, but I’d show him. Over time. He trailed his hands along my body, highlighting my nakedness. Instead of feeling exposed, I felt like I was a gift to him. I reached for the button on his jeans. “Let me help you.”
A firm grip on my wrist stopped me. “I’m not ready.”
What? He let go of my wrist, and I rubbed my hand over the bulge in his jeans.
“You get more ready than this?” I asked.
“Once I’m naked, I won’t be able to wait to make love to you.”
I gripped what I could through his jeans. “I want all of this inside of me. I need you inside of me.”
“I need more of you first.” He lowered me onto the bed, near the edge, and kissed his way along my inner thigh. I flinched as each kiss drew closer to my center.
Could this really be happening? I’d definitely take every messed-up moment of the day if this is what it led to. Slow kisses over my clit provided way better stimulation than a vibrator. He slid a finger in, and I had to hold myself back from demanding his cock. I was greedy, but I would wait.
I ran my hands through his hair again, getting used to him. His licks and sucks coordinated with his fingers, driving me to orgasm faster than normal, especially since he’d already gotten me off on the phone. He held nothing back. I could sense his passion for eating my pussy, and I wondered what I’d done to deserve him.
The answer came in the final passes of his tongue before my orgasm consumed me, more intense, and longer than my normal release. What was he doing to me? He helped me ride it out. How would I handle the rest of him? Only the beginning of a long overdue adventure.
Curiosity of what he’d feel like overwhelmed me. I pushed his face away and reached to remove his shirt. He let me, and I ran my hands through his chest hair. The mere mass of him made me feel small, and I marveled at the size of his chest as I dragged my manicured nails over him. Lots of ground to cover, and I’d love every inch of it.
I pressed my lips into his, then said, “Stand up.”
He groaned, and my hands slid down his body as he rose.
I crossed my feet at the ankles and squeezed my thighs together. No more waiting. I bit my lower lip and looked up.
He cupped my cheeks with his hands and read my mind. “Go ahead.”
Tucking my fingers into his waistband, I pulled him close and kissed his stomach. His scent was pure, no cologne. Could I smell sex? I was only inches away.
His body tightened. I took my time unfastening his jeans and getting him naked. His cock was rock hard, and had to feel better released from his clothing. Unable to resist, I wrapped my hands around his shaft, and thanked my lucky stars I’d have him inside me. I licked the tip, tasting him as his pre-come coated my tongue. A kiss, then I sank onto him, letting him fill my mouth, glorious, but he pulled back.
“I wasn’t joking.”
Shocked, I looked up, smiled coyly, and spread my legs. “Yes, sir.”
“I have a condom—” A statement and question rolled into one.
I dragged my finger up his inner thigh and over his balls, since touching his cock was out of the question for now.
He flinched and grabbed my wrist. “You don’t understand what you do to me.”
“I think I do.” I leaned back on one elbow and dragged my finger up my own thigh.
His eyes tracked my finger to my center, and his lips opened as I parted my pussy lips.
He stroked his cock, and jealousy shot through me over him making me wait to touch him. But having him so hot and bothered that I couldn’t touch him filled me with satisfaction.
Leaning over, he wrapped an arm behind me and hoisted me farther onto the bed. Getting manhandled was enough for a running start toward another orgasm. I rubbed my thighs together.
Rising onto his knees, he shoved a hand between my legs. “That’s for me now.”
Spreading me wide, he settled in, and I knew I wasn’t open far enough for his hips yet. I liked how he pushed me to where he wanted me. I waited, giving him control. Partial control. Knowing it would make him hurry, I stroked my fingers over his cock.
He grabbed my hand and moved it to my breast. “Play with this.”
I squeezed my breast in my hand, rolling my hand into the soft flesh, sliding my thumb over my beaded nipple. “Is this what you’re thinking?”
My plan to make him hurry failed as he stared at me. “Exactly.”
He pushed one of my thighs out and up a little. His firm, demanding grip might as well have been gasoline on a fire, and I couldn’t wait for him to move my other leg. His tip nudged against my entrance. My wetness allowed him to slide in easily, as much as he let it, anyway.
He pushed my other leg out, and my body stretched to conform to him. When he shoved his cock farther, I gasped. The intense heat and stretch as he entered me was better than any other experience. Fully seated, he paused, and we both caught our breath.
I gripped his ass to keep him from moving. I wanted to remember this moment forever. And I finally had my hands on his ass. Sweet peaches, I’d bite that ass someday, or maybe tonight. I had a lot of exploring to do.
He lowered his chest, flattening my breasts against him. The closeness, his scent, our union, everything was right. I moved my hands over his skin, tracing back and forth as I made my way up his back, unable to reach all the way around. He slid out of me, then back in, and my core knotted in response to each movement. He picked up the pace, the rigidness of his cock reminding me what I did to him.
“You’re so wet. I love hearing our bodies mesh, knowing how much you want me.” His words held more truth than he could know.
“I’m ready.” All I wanted was his orgasm. I dug my nails into his back and he groaned.
His body tensed before he thrust hard. The slapping of our bodies took over and pushed me to orgasm. I tightened around his cock as each thrust gave me another jolt of pleasure.
He buried his face in my hair and let out deep gasps as his cock pressed even harder inside me, and his orgasm took over. Kissing me gently, he stared into my eyes, seemed to be ready to say something, then kissed me again.
Quiet was better. The mood was perfect.
He rolled off me and cradled me from behind. “Let’s call in sick tomorrow.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I was definitely lovesick.
* * *
When I woke up, he was caressing his fingers on my arm.
I had no logical reason for being completely open to him on our first date, but nothing about his actions indicated he considered me cheap. In fact, he’d started it with the seductive note and added the monologue about when we met. We’d waited too long. Both of us had pent up emotions.
“Still good with calling in sick?” he asked.
“I don’t think I can walk, so yeah.” Once might have been enough to make my legs weak, but all the other positions we tried assured I would have problems. One more reason to stay in bed all day.
I pulled on pajamas and made my best attempt at a normal gait to get our phones since Leah had come home. I tossed Clayton’s to him and stepped into the other room so we wouldn’t interfere with each other’s call. Of course, I had to call the same boss I’d questioned about promotions, but I didn’t care if she believed I was sick or not.
I made a light attempt at screwing up my voice, and she wished me well, then added, “Do you have one more minute?”
“Sure, but I really need to go lay back down. Are you sure someone else can’t help you?” Another curse of being great at your job. Everyone comes to you for help, even your boss.
“I’ll be quick, and maybe this will make you feel better.”
Not likely. Clayton was the only thing I wanted to feel.
She continued, “I thought about our conversation yesterday. You kind of slumped around the office after we talked, and I realized how unfair it was for me to say you didn’t get a promotion because you’re good at being a teller. I’m sorry.”
A start. “Okay.”
“Anyway, the Bank Marketing Representative position is opening in a few months, but don’t tell anyone I told you. You always do an amazing job convincing customers to try new products. I’d be a fool not to consider you for the position. I know it’s not what you applied for before, but I’d love for you to look at it.”
Clayton leaned against the doorway to my bedroom, underwear only. Distraction. Then I dragged my eyes up to his, and saw how much he adored me. How much I deserved to be adored.
I’d already set the stage for my boss to know I was unhappy, and she was admitting I was amazing. Why not use the momentum? “Consider?”
“Well, we have to see who’s interested, company policy.”
I winked at Clayton and walked over to him. I couldn’t see all of his skin and not touch it.
“We both know company policy only dictates applications be accepted for a minimum of two weeks. The decision is left entirely to the branch manager.”
Silence.
Might as well go for broke. “Honestly, I’ve been re-evaluating my life. If I’m stuck as a teller at this branch, I’ll start checking out other banks.”
Clayton wrapped me in a hug, almost causing me to drop my phone.
“I’ll have to see what we can do.”
“You can let me know tomorrow. I’m sure I’ll be back.” I hung up and pushed Clayton back into my room, tossing my phone onto my dresser.
“Are you getting bossy?” he asked.
“Drop your pants.” I stepped back from him, trying not to smile.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he mocked and got naked. His shaft hardened, and I couldn’t wait to wrap my lips around it.
“Payback. Yesterday you got me naked and had your way with me, but didn’t let me reciprocate. My turn.” I shoved him backward, onto the bed. Gripping his knees, I spread his legs and sank between them.
He leaned back on his arms and closed his eyes. “All yours.”
As much as I liked controlling him, I think I’d always love him controlling me even more. But this was one task I was going to thoroughly enjoy.