Chapter 3
“Poor girl,” Gloria said as I returned to my seat after such a fruitless endeavor. “It”s not her fault she”s such a looker. Absolutely gorgeous.”
I didn’t respond, and that was because I knew she would see in my eyes just how much I agreed with her, and I wasn’t about to give her this reason to further tease me into favoring secretaries because of their looks.
I had noticed her from the moment she appeared outside the restaurant until she got in. That gorgeous face, pouty lips, and gray eyes were etched into my memory like nothing else, and for the first time in a very long while, the plate before me didn’t satisfy me. Though I was almost done with it, I suddenly felt famished all over again, but this time around it was absolutely not for food. Instead, it was for hard, sheet-clawing fucking, and the woman behind me was who I wanted to let off steam with.
This was incredibly amusing to me, given that I had just approached her to help her escape from that predator of a man, but here I was picturing her legs wrapped around my back and my cock in her mouth.
“It is her fault,” I said offhandedly, and Gloria gave me a look.
“I have to go meet Al,” she said quickly, brushing off her meal. “You”ll be ready to give serious consideration to these candidates tomorrow, right? I”m going to leave the folder with you.”
I was silent for a little while as I polished off the glass of wine, and then I nodded.
“I’ll try to make your job even easier,” I said, and she laughed. She rose to her feet, pressed a kiss to my cheek, and went on her way. I was ready to leave as well, but I found myself lingering in the restaurant. My back was to her table, so I couldn’t exactly turn around to watch her, but I waited for her to return from the bathroom. She was no doubt going to pass by my table, and I just wanted to ensure that she was okay.
Perhaps she was reluctant to take my extended hand of help because she needed the job. I was once like her, and so I could understand her reluctance.
I sat there until eventually, she emerged from the bathroom. She was quite decently dressed, no doubt forced to over-hype perhaps more than the average New York woman because of all of these nonsense advances that she had to fend off from clients.
She was dressed in a blood-red skirt suit that fit her body in a way that I couldn’t look away from. It wasn’t her fault that she was just the way she was, curved to absolute perfection, and I didn”t even think it could be hidden unless she wore a massive, oversized coat of some sort.
She avoided my eyes pointedly as she walked past, however, I caught the whiff of her scent. It smelled sweet but a bit bitter at the same time, and it etched the memory of her in my mind.
There was nothing more I could do here, and it seemed as though she could handle herself, so I rose to my feet and considered heading back to the office. However, due to the erection I was now sporting, I finally gave my attention to Charles as he opened the door for me to get into the back of the town car, I decided to call it a day.
I wanted to fuck so badly, but there was no one I wanted but that woman, of course. Given the stress of the day, I truly didn’t have the energy to deal with another human being, so I simply headed back home and hopped into the shower. I tried to make it cold to cool me down, but somehow that made my body temperature spike even further, so I simply stood under the cool water and decided to stop torturing myself.
I was still hard, so I held my cock in my hand and began to stroke. It had been forever since I had done this since I had needed this kind of cheap relief, and so it was a bit uncomfortable to be jacking off in my bathroom. It made me feel weak and silly, but I needed to get a good night”s rest, so I went as hard as I could with her in mind until my breath shortened. It didn’t take long. Thirty seconds, and I was coming hard and strong. My hands were full, and as I stared down at the release, I couldn’t help but shake my head.
Turning in order to rinse off the stain, I thought of the woman once more and wondered if I would ever see her again. I regretted the fact that I hadn’t even considered trying to keep in touch with her, but ultimately, I blamed the bastards she was with because if I didn’t think of that, the last thing I wanted was to harass her even further with male attention. She was so fucking attractive, and it should have been a blessing, but I understood as well how that could bring more troubles than opportunities. Shaking my head and now immensely relieved, I got out of the shower, toweled myself dry, and headed straight to bed.