Jane
I sat at my desk after the office meeting and stared at the gold pen in my hand. Who the hell had a pen that cost four thousand dollars? Shit, who the hell had a pen that cost more than five dollars? Certainly not me. I couldn’t believe that I had just taken it off of his desk and walked out with it. I didn’t want it. I didn’t need it, and I’d be scared to lose it. I hadn’t intended on keeping it, but when he’d been so rude and cocky, I’d felt a need to do something out of the ordinary. I had debated between three options: slapping him, dropping to my knees, undoing his zipper and biting his cock as hard as I could, and taking the pen. I’d wanted to shock him. And I felt like a slap could get me arrested and that he’d enjoy my teeth on his cock too much. Plus, it just didn’t feel like it was the best option, considering the sexual tension we had. So I’d taken the pen. I’d seen the surprise in his face and the tinge of admiration. It had emboldened me … until he’d asked me how badly I wanted the pen. Like I was some sort of hooker. I was fuming; I was so furious at him. And even worse, I was furious at myself. I was pissed because my panties were wet and I was definitely horny.
Tate Howard annoyed the shit out of me, but I wanted him. Badly. It was unfair that he was so good-looking and charismatic. I hated that my body had this kind of reaction to him. My heart was the biggest traitor of all. It almost seemed to jump out of my chest each time it saw Tate. Like it wanted to jump right into his pants. But jeez, those pants! They fit him like a glove and left nothing to the imagination. He’d been hard in the office and I’d seen the curve of his cock pressing against his pants. I’d wanted to reach out and touch it.
Thank God I hadn’t.
I grabbed my notepad and started crafting my new note to Tate. I’d been debating not sending him another one, but I just couldn’t resist. He was such an asshole. He deserved to know that someone out there was not impressed with him. The only issue was where to place the new note. If I placed it in his gym bag at the office, he would know it was someone in the office, and by the process of elimination, he would obviously know it was me. Realistically, I was most probably at the top of his “who it could be” list anyway, but from the sounds of it, it could also be someone at his gym.
I sat back in my chair and thought about his comments. Had he slept with the lady from the gym, then? Or let her give him a blow job in the steam room? I felt myself growing hot again as I thought about his comment regarding us in the steam room. I’d been turned on and extremely hot at the thought of riding him in a public place. I needed my head examined because it didn’t even sound like a good idea.
I was driving myself crazy. I knew that I was ready to have sex soon, but I just needed to find the right guy. A boyfriend who loved me. I certainly could not and would not lose my virginity to Tate Howard. He was such a dick that he would never let me forget that he’d taken my cherry. I bet he was the sort of guy that would bring cherries to work for everyone to share just to rub it in. No way, José. I was not going to let him be my first. Even if my body really, really wanted him to be.
“Hey, girl, what time tonight?” Olivia stopped by my desk and I almost jumped out of my chair at the sound of her voice. “Are you okay?”
“Sorry, I was daydreaming and didn’t see you there.”
“No worries.” Olivia laughed. “It’s been a long week, I’m so glad we’re going out tonight. We can party all night long.”
“Didn’t you party last night?”
“Yeah, but I don’t have to wake up early tomorrow morning.” She winked at me, and I laughed.
“What’s so funny?” Millie joined us, yawning slightly.
“We’re just talking about the plan for tonight,” Olivia said with a grin. “Where should we go and what time?”
“Aren’t we going to Booty?” Millie asked.
“I was thinking we were going somewhere before that, right?” Olivia asked. “For some food?”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “I’d be down for some food.”
“Do you guys want to come over to pregame at my place?” Magnolia joined us. “Birdy, come over here a sec!” she called out to the other girl.
“Will Jagger be there?” I asked Magnolia.
“Yeah, but he won’t mind.”
“I won’t mind what?” Tate walked around the corner and came to join us.
“We’re not talking about you,” I snapped. “The world doesn’t revolve around you, Tate Howard.” I regretted the words as soon as they came out of my mouth. I could see the other girls’ eyes go wide and I knew that I had crossed a line. “I mean, maybe half the world does, but not this conversation,” I added quickly with a small smile.
“Uh-huh.” Tate smirked at me. “So, who were you talking about?”
“Jagger,” Magnolia answered quickly. “We’re going to pregame at my place tonight, and I was just saying that he wouldn’t care.”
“Awesome.” Tate nodded. “Sounds like fun. Maybe I’ll join as well.”
Magnolia bit down on her lower lip. “It was going to be a girls’ thing.”
“But Jagger will be there, so not really,” Tate said. “I could also host if you want.”
“You can host next time.” Millie sounded excited. “I can’t wait to see your bachelor pad.”
“I like to think of it as the magic pad.”
“Of course, you do.” I rolled my eyes, though I was curious to see what his apartment looked like too.
“Okay, so we’re meeting at your place tonight, Magnolia?” He pulled out his phone. “What time? I was hoping to hit the gym again tonight.”
“Twice in one day?” I raised an eyebrow.
“How do you think I stay so fit?” He grinned. “If any of you girls want to join, I have some passes.”
“No thanks,” we all chorused at the same time and laughed, but then an idea struck me and I changed my mind.
“Actually, maybe I could come?” I asked with a small smile. “I’ve been trying to lose a couple of pounds and work on my abs and ass.”
“Sure.” He nodded. “We can leave in fifteen minutes.”
“Okay. So what if we all meet at Magnolia’s at seven? We have a couple of drinks, and then we go to eat and then to dance the night away at Booty?”
“Sounds like a plan.” Magnolia grinned. “This will be fun.”
“Yeah.” Millie bobbed her head. “I hope we meet some nice men tonight.”
“Me too.” Olivia grinned. “And some good dancers.”
“Don’t worry, ladies, I will save you all a dance. Asides from you, Magnolia, I’m not sure if Jagger would be happy knowing I was dancing with you.” Tate’s eyes roamed to each one of us.
“Meh, he doesn’t own me.” She laughed and then her eyes narrowed as she looked at us. “And none of you guys better tell him that. We’re wedding planning right now, and I need him to think that all of these expensive ideas are coming from him.”
“This is why I will never get married,” Tate said. “You women are way too manipulative.”
“That’s a bit general.” Millie cocked her head at him as I glared at him. “All women are not manipulative, and Magnolia is only doing what she has to do to get the wedding of her dreams without a fight.”
“Exactly,” Olivia agreed. “All’s fair in love and war.”
“Or rather, all’s fair in the dream wedding of the year.” Magnolia smiled. “It’s fine. He can afford it.”
“No comment.” Tate smirked again. “I’m going to send one last email. Ladies, I’ll see you tonight. Jane, meet me by my office in fifteen minutes.”
“Okay.” I nodded and then paused. “Oh wait, I don’t have any gym clothes.”
“No worries. We can pick some up on the way. It’s on Market Street right next to the mall, so you have plenty of options.”
“Okay,” I said again. “Thanks.” We all watched as he walked back to his office and then the other girls stared at me in disbelief.
“Why the hell are you going to the gym with him?” Millie looked confused. “I thought you couldn’t stand him.”
“I can’t stand him, but it gives me another opportunity to put a new note in his bag.”
“Ooh, smart.” Magnolia grinned and then looked at the other girls. “I’ll fill you guys in once they leave.”
“I need all the details.” Olivia looked eager. “I cannot wait to read what these notes are saying. Are they like sexts?”
“Hell no! They are the furthest thing from sexts that you could imagine.”
“Aw, damn.” Olivia looked disappointed now. “Can you imagine how hot it would be to be sexting with Tate? Man, that guy is hot.”
“Do you like him?” I bit my lip, anxious to hear what she would answer.
“Oh hell, nah.” Olivia shook her head. “He’s hot, don’t get me wrong, but his personality? No, thank you. He is too much work for someone like me.”
“He is such a jerk,” I agreed with a little sigh of relief. “No wonder he doesn’t want to get married. He knows no woman would want to put up with him for any amount of time. Could you imagine the strife his wife would go through having to deal with him every day?”
“Yeah, but could you also imagine the makeup sex?” Millie grinned. “Damn, it would be hot.”
“Maybe.” I try to erase those images from my head, but I could feel myself blushing at the thought of fucking Tate after an argument.
“I don’t really want to think about it,” Birdy said, finally joining the conversation. “He just seems so demanding. I could only imagine what that would mean in the bedroom.”
“It might mean you’d be doing all the work,” Millie said. “But okay, Jane, you go have your fun with our big bad boss. I can’t wait to hear what happens.”
“What sucks is that we won’t get an update tonight now that the guys are joining.” Olivia made a face like she’d just sucked on a lemon.
“It’s fine. I’ll send you guys an email tomorrow or a text or something.”
“Or we can discuss it on Sunday at the lunch I’m cooking?” Magnolia said. “Jagger and Tate are going to go and play Frisbee golf at Golden Gate Park in the morning while I’m cooking. You guys can come over early and we can discuss tonight.”
“That sounds like a plan to me,” I said and the other girls agreed. “Okay, I better pack up my desk and get ready for tonight.” I grinned at everyone. “I have a note to write in fifteen minutes.”
“Good luck, girl. Don’t write anything I wouldn’t write,” said as she turned to leave.
“Uh-huh,” I said with a laugh. We both knew that there was nothing she wouldn’t write in her notes. I watched as the girls walked away, then grabbed the gold pen and started writing quickly.
To Mr. Tate Howard,
You’re not into plastic titties and I’m not into men that have to use penis pumps and Viagra. So I guess that means you’re zero for two. You asked me how daring I am? Well, I guess you already know the answer because I wrote you a letter, didn’t I? Would I be this daring in person? If I thought you could handle the truth, yes.
However, it seems to me that you’re a man who’s all talk and no action. You talk a good game, but I’ve got the feeling that you leave women wanting in more ways than one. If my dildo can do it better, then why would I need you? You might have a big head, but I have a feeling that’s all that’s big. Get some humility and a life.
Your Secret Not Admirer
I reread the note and smiled. It was a little aggressive, but I was happy with it. I’d figure out a way to slip it into his bag at the gym and hopefully that way he’d still be none the wiser that it was me who had left him the note.