4. Chance
Lark had been prancing around the office with all of her feminine wiles making it almost impossible for me not to pull her into my office and bend her over my desk. Navigating this whole Vegas sex club thing had never been more difficult. My experience with Lark was the first time that I had direct interaction with a person I fucked within the club, outside of the club. My stupid ass was so intrigued by her the first night that I saw her that it didn’t settle in that if she knew Jacobia, then I might see her around the city.
Joston came into town quite often. When he did, he, Jacobia, and I would hang out. Now, I’d put myself into her twice and didn’t know how to act. When I saw Griffin in her face, I wanted to dead his ass. I knew that I had no right to, but damn. There was no way that anyone in that club would be with her if it wasn’t me. That was selfish, and I didn’t care.
Since we’d been back from Vegas, I had been extremely short with Lark. I needed the time to figure out how to handle my thoughts when it came to her. From the facial expressions that she threw my way at times, I knew she thought that I wasn’t feeling her like that. The problem was that I was. The sex game added to how she presented herself while we worked together was the perfect combination of a woman with motion.
The problem with it all was that I’d never been interested in any woman that I met in the club past having sex with them. Most of the women that I’d dealt with there weren’t from the East Coast, to my knowledge, at least. You rarely talked about personal topics, but it’d been proven that women tended to be looser lipped than men.
There was a knock on my opened door, causing me to look away from my computer monitor. Lark walked in with a smile. “Hey, here is the form. Everything went amazingly. He got the sale.” Her excitement was cute.
Ryan securing the sale was what I liked to hear. He was connected to us from a program that we participated in that was sponsored by The Washington-Smith Brokerage Firm. He used to be heavy in the streets, and Khiaere Washington felt he had potential for something better, so he recommended him to our firm. After a conversation with my parents, we invested in him as far as getting his license. Once it was obtained, he was contracted to work for our firm for five years. He was now in the third year of his contract. He was younger than me at twenty-nine years old.
The sale that he secured was on an eight hundred-thousand-dollar home. That was the highest price tag that he’d secured thus far. His commission from the sale was a cool forty thousand.
“Oh, that’s great. Thank you for accompanying him.” She asked me if there was anything else I needed her to do before she left. I told her to have Ryan come to my office. She gave me her beautiful smile before she left. Damn, I want to be in her right now.
A few minutes later, Ryan came into my office. “What’s up, boss man? You wanted to see me?”
I stood then extended my hand. “Congratulations on the sale!”
He dapped my hand with enthusiasm. “Thanks, man! I was hype when she signed the commit papers. I’m happy that I did my research on her social media to see that she homeschooled her children. I was able to get the stagers in there yesterday to stage a classroom in one of the bedrooms.”
With a smile, I said, “That’s what the fuck I’m talking about. Like I told you, learn the client. Attention to small details like that will forever pay off in the long run.” We dapped each other again. “How’d everything go with Lark?”
“Man, it went great. She’s cool as hell. I’m thinking about asking her out on a lil date to see what’s up with her,” he said casually.
I sat there for a beat before my head tilted to the side. “Oh, you got a thing for Lark?”
Ryan chuckled. “Homie, every man in this office has a thing for Lark. Boss man, I know you like to keep it professional, but come on. Please don’t tell me that you don’t see that fine ass woman walking around this office like she owns it. Straight boss energy. I need that type of woman to bring home to my mama.”
I was at a crossroads. In my mind, Lark was mine. “I definitely see her, and I agree. She is everything that you said she is, and that’s why she’s mine.” That wasn’t what I intended to say at this moment.
The corners of Ryan’s eyes tightened. “Wait, you feeling her? I’ve never known you to be interested in anyone that worked under you.” His tone was even.
“Under normal circumstances, you would be right. Lark is an exception to the rules. I’m not a man to beat around the bush or set a man up for failure. You know that.”
His interest in her didn’t bother me. What man didn’t want a desired woman? His intention to ask her out was what was bothersome.
Ryan nodded his head with a smirk. “You right. I appreciate you being upfront so I didn’t waste my time. It seems like the two of you have some sort of history based on how you strong arming me about her.” He tittered.
“No strong arming, just a man that knows what’s his. In no way am I saying that you can’t ask her out. I’m just letting you know that you asking her out will not stop me from my pursuing her. From one man to another man, take that as you will,” I told him.
Ryan ticked up his chin. “I got you, big dog.” There was a short moment of silence before he left my office.
That entire conversation was against the grain for me. Sometimes you had to change the approach to make clear what you want. Fuck it!
* * *
This morning, I sent Lark some things that needed to be added to my calendar with my breakfast order. I also wanted her to accompany me to the home showing that I had today. The house that I planned to show today had a price tag of one point eight million dollars. It was a six-bedroom, four-car garage, custom-built container home that sat on six acres of land.
I’d been in the office for an hour and a half before there was a tap on my door. Lark came in and closed the door before I could tell her any different. She set my coffee and breakfast down on my desk. “Chance, we need to have a conversation.”
I took her in. As normal, she looked amazing. She knew what flattered her body, and she rocked it. Her straight legged pants business suit accentuated her curves nicely. “You look amazing today, Lark, as usual.”
She sat down with the corners of her lips reaching toward her now rosy cheeks. “Thank you, Chance. I wanted to have a quick word with you about a conversation that I had yesterday with Ryan. According to him, he was interested in asking me on a date but was hesitant because he was informed that I was yours. He didn’t want to ruffle any feathers. I was wondering where he might have gotten something like that from.”
“He got that from me. Ryan expressed that he was interested in asking you out. I let him know that was fine while also letting him know of my intent to pursue you.” I picked my coffee up from the desk. She ordered it perfectly every time. “While we are on the subject, I would like to take you to dinner Saturday.”
She sat there silently. When I noticed that she wasn’t blinking, I thought I’d have to get up and pat her on the back. I factory reset her ass or something. “Um, okay. Don’t you think that it’s a bit presumptuous to call me yours?”
“I don’t at all. Lark, let me ask you something. Is your pussy wet right now?”
Her eyes popped wider open at my question. “I don’t think that is an appropriate thing to ask in this environment.”
My left ear leaned toward my shoulder. “You are right. We can table this conversation until a later time that is more appropriate. Perhaps on our date Saturday.” I placed my coffee back on my desk. “Let’s get into my schedule for today. The showing is in about an hour, so please be ready to leave in the next fifteen minutes.”
She shifted in her seat. “I’ll be ready. Do you know what time you would like to take me out on Saturday?”
My brow copied the corner of my upper lip by raising. “Our plans will start at seven p.m. If you’re comfortable, I can pick you up, or you can meet me at the venue.”
She stood to her feet. “Picking me up is fine. Is there a dress code that I should adhere to?”
“Not at all. Go with how you feel. I will say the plan is to end the night with you on my dick.” I wanted her to be prepared.
She gave me a mischievous grin. “Thank you for the heads up. I look forward to it.”
With a sexy sway of her hips, she started toward the office door. Before she opened it, I called out to her. When she turned to face me, I asked, “How is my presumption now?”
She didn’t respond. When she left the office, I felt a weight lifted off me. Let’s see if pussy would lead to a relationship.
* * *
DATE NIGHT…
It’d been an interesting week. Lark had accompanied me on all my showings for the week. Every house that we showed had to be scheduled for a cleaning because we fucked and sucked all over each of them. The sexual tension between us was thick and had to be cut. Titan, as she called him, had no problem cutting it.
My appetite for her was sensational. We needed to find out whether what we had was only sexual at this point. I was casual today in a pair of dark denim jeans, loafers, a collar shirt, and a blazer. I arrived at her house comfortably at six thirty to pick her up.
Lark had a fashion sense that was all her own. I loved that she didn’t conform to anyone’s thought of her. When I saw the outfit that she wore, I immediately thought about an action plan on how to take it off. The military green trench coat over the black catsuit that she wore intrigued me. The thigh high boots she wore were a mix of the military green and black. Her locs were up in a messy bun.
“You’re sexy, beautiful.” I complimented her on our way to Queen’s Plate.
She looked amazing sitting beside me in my car. Whatever fragrance she chose to wear tonight was different than the one she wore daily. “Lark, don’t ever wear that fragrance you have on now in the office.”
She chortled. “What? Why not? It doesn’t smell good?”
I took my eye off the road for a second to gaze at her. “Nah, it smells great, too damn great. The way the smell of you got my dick hard let’s me know that I wouldn’t get any work done if you wore it.” When she asked why I wouldn’t get any work done, I chuckled. “I can’t get work done if my dick is inside of you all day. Wouldn’t you say that would be an inappropriate environment for those kinds of activities?” I winked before putting my eyes back on the road.
She giggled, then responded. “Well, you should know that I’m open for negotiations. I think that I could get your assistant to block off some time on your schedule for focus time.” I like that.
We had a light conversation until we got to the restaurant. “Oh, I’ve been wanting to eat here. I know it’s Jacobia’s auntie’s restaurant.”
I knew that. Lark was active on social media, and she’d talked about wanting to eat here. Just like I researched my clients, I researched the woman that I wanted. “Really? I’m happy that I made these plans. One Saturday a month, they have a special event called ‘ Date Night’. Tonight is that night.”
Her excitement beamed on her face. After I helped her out of the car, I couldn’t stop myself from pulling her into my arms and kissing her lips. Since she was mine, I could do that.
This event was popular with a long waitlist for months out. My father sold Lela Christianson the building, so I called in a favor to get a table tonight. The music was heard as you walked up to the restaurant. Tonight, the vibe was a speakeasy. When we were shown to our booth, I almost wanted to make her keep her trench coat on. She caught the eyes of men that were supposed to have eyes on their dates after it came off.
After we slid into the booth, I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her into my side. It was second nature for me to bury my face into her neck. Her perfume had to have pheromones in it or something.
“You better stop before you get yourself in trouble,” Lark cooed.
I kissed her neck. “Maybe I want to get in trouble. You know we do well with trouble, beautiful.”
We flirted with each other until the waitress came over to take our orders. She only ordered an appetizer. “That’s all you’re trying to eat tonight?”
She shrugged, then responded, “No, I plan to taste some dick tonight.”
“Lark, stop playing with me. Let’s enjoy this space for now, and Titan will feed you later. Okay, beautiful?”
I gripped her chin to turn her toward me, then kissed her lips. She deepened the kiss by slipping her tongue into my mouth. The emcee announced the next spoken word artist to the stage. From my research, I also knew that Lark loved spoken word.
She leaned into me comfortably as we listened to the man on stage speak about the depth of the love that he planned to have for the woman he would call his forever. His words were thought provoking. His depth of love depicted obsession, and I couldn’t say that I felt like that wouldn’t be my depth of love. I grew up in a house where both of my parents were obsessed with each other. My mother fought cancer at one time and my father dropped everything to be stuck at her side. There was no more coming into the office, taking meetings, doing anything that didn’t have to do with my mother or me.
At the time, I’d only had my real estate license for a little over three years. I was thrusted into ensuring that I held my family’s company on my back. When my mother lost her hair, my father affirmed her beauty every day to the point that now she wore her silver hair in a very nice caesar cut. I didn’t have an aversion to love or finding it. I just knew the type of feeling that I wanted to experience when I met the woman that could be my forever. Lark gave me those feelings; however, I had to be positive that those feelings weren’t driven by our sexual attraction only.
I leaned over, put my lips to her ear, then whispered, “Are you ready to feel obsessive love?
She peeked over at me. She didn’t say anything for a beat. “Only if it’s real and forever.”
If I gave it to her, it would be real. Only time would tell if it was forever. We ate, listened to the artists’ spoken words, and had conversations. Our conversations flowed organically. There was no forced topics. Lark was a boss in her professional life, but in her personal life, she wanted to be that soft girl. I understood that and knew that I was a man that could provide her the safe place and security to be that.
“What made you want to ask me out? I thought all this would be is sex if we were in Vegas at the club at the same time.” Lark randomly asked after her dessert came to the table.
I used my fork to get a piece of the cake on her plate and she blocked my fork. I chucked before I answered. “You got that, beautiful. I’m going to be honest. I’ve never been in this situation where I had to interact with anyone that I’ve experienced, outside of the club. It wasn’t on my bingo card that you would be the executive assistant that Marla hired. I was a little extra of an asshole because I didn’t know how to navigate the situation.” I shook my head with a titter, then said, “I had to get my mind right.
“Watching you around the office, day in and day out, showing how much of a boss you are, was sexy. No matter how my attitude was, you didn’t let it ride if I spoke to you out of turn. Not accepting disrespect forces respect. I think I knew for sure after watching how you interacted with everyone else in the office and our clients. Your kindness, attention to detail, and care reminds me of my mother. I need to know whether my attraction to you is just sexual or deeper than that.”
She continued to eat her cake. I tried to get a piece again. This time, she let me live. “So far, do you think the attraction is deeper than sexual?”
“After tonight, yes. I know it is. I don’t need forty days and nights to know what I want. When I met you in Vegas, I knew the second I saw you enter the house that I wanted you sexually. When I saw you show me the qualities of a woman that I needed on the throne beside mine, I knew that what I wanted with you was deeper than sex.”
My father, Patton, instilled in me at an early age that you live your life to prepare yourself for the woman that would be your forever. As a single man, do the things that single men do with respect. A part of the reason that I enjoyed the sex club lifestyle was because everyone there knew what they were there for. There was a respect level that was demanded. The lifestyle wasn’t something that I needed. It was something that I simply enjoyed.
Lark placed her fork down on the plate before she shifted her body in my direction. “I’d like to see where we could take this. Let me ask you how that works with you being in the lifestyle that you are.”
“Good question. How it works is that if we are exclusive then that is what it is. Specifically, for you, if I return to the sex club, it will be with you on my arm to fuck. Seeing as I now have open access to you, the club won’t be needed unless you want to attend.” The club was cool, but it would never trump love.
She smiled. “What if I wanted to go back to the club on occasion? I’d like to keep Numen in Vegas and Chance here.”
Yeah, she’s molded just for me, and she doesn’t even know it. “Is that what you want? You want your cake and eat it too, huh?”
Her face moved toward mine. With her lips touching mine, in a low voice, she responded. “Isn’t the point of having cake to eat it?” With an arched brow, she said, “Let’s go eat some cake, Chance.”
She didn’t have to tell me twice. I didn’t know how much the bill would be, so I pulled out two hundred dollars and put it on the table. I slid out the booth, then extended my hand to Lark. She understood the assignment and slid my way. Her trench coat was already opened in my hand for her to put it on. We walked out of Queen’s Plate faster than we walked in. Lark said she wanted to eat cake, but she already had her cake. She was about to eat some dick.
* * *
“Take it. Take it,” I encouraged Lark.
The position that I had her in was a new one that challenged her flexibility. For the kinds of fucking that I liked to do, she would need it. I planned to set her up with a stretch studio to help with her mobility and flexibility. I’d always make sure it was followed by a visit to the spa.
I heard her mumbling, in through your nose, out through your mouth. Her body began convulsing. “Oh my God!” Her juices ran out of her down my leg.
I was satisfied with the five nuts that she achieved tonight, so it was time for me to get mine. Ejaculation control was an important part of my sexual life. Since I was a teenager, I’d experienced females coming at me, hoping for financial gain. On top of my parents owning one of the most successful black-owned real estate agencies, I was also an All-American athlete. In high school, I had a pregnancy scare with a girl that I was smashing. The worst part about it was that I had a girlfriend.
In one fell swoop, I broke the heart of a female that I really cared about. The girl who claimed she was pregnant wasn’t, but she still had no problem telling everyone that she was, before she got official confirmation. My father dug in my ass behind that shit. From that point on I strapped up. In my mid-twenties, I explored ejaculation control. I mastered it in my early thirties just in time for me to enter the sex club scene. It enhanced the experience for myself and my partner if she’s properly trained.
I stroked her at an accelerated pace until I met my end. When she gave me a bonus nut as I came, I smacked her ass. “Good girl. I knew you had another one in you.”
After I pulled out, I let her out of the full Nelson position that I had her in. She lay next to me taking deep breaths. “I think I need to start working out.”
I snickered. “How about we workout together. I’m going to send you to a stretch studio too. Help with that mobility.”
Her head snapped in my direction. “I feel like I should be offended, but I can’t find it in me to be. I appreciate that.” She giggled as she climbed out of the bed. “I’m going to take a shower so you can take me home.”
My face scrunched. “Who’s going home? You’re staying here, beautiful. I’ll take you home in the morning.”
She gazed at me for a moment. “How do you want to handle this as far as the office is concerned?” After I asked for more clarity, she crossed her arms in front of her body. “Are we just fucking or working toward something deeper?”
I felt her question was answered earlier at the restaurant. It was clear that she needed a direct answer. “We are exclusive and deeper. Not working toward being deeper. As far as the office, I don’t care if they know. I don’t care if they don’t. I will leave that in your court.”
“I think we should be semi discrete. Hell, according to your bitch ass receptionist we’re already fucking.” She rolled her eyes, making me laugh.
I climbed out of the bed, pulled her into my arms, then kissed her lips. “Lark, we are fucking. It doesn’t matter what she thinks; however, I don’t like that messy shit. I have Marla sourcing for her replacement now.”
“Good, because she has one more time to say some slick shit, and you might be sourcing my replacement. I’m going to pop her ass.” Her face was tight.
My head bucked back. “Let me find out my girl is violent.” I kissed her lips again. “I’ll fire her before it gets to that. Remember, you have favoritism now. You’re fucking the boss.”