I’m awakened… #2
I recall abruptly how I sat on him in the elevator, and he filled me from behind with his hard cock.
That was so hot! Damn! It’s a shame that he turned out to be such an insensitive stuck-up snob after all…
But what did I expect? That he would suddenly turn from the gruff Jan Engler, CFO of a damn corporation, into the noble knight on a white horse who would worship his Maria to the end of his days?
Evidently, something damaged my brain yesterday.
“Why don’t you answer the phone?” A male voice pulls me out of my thoughts.
I glance toward my building. My heartbeat accelerates.
Jan is standing leaning against the car, just like when he came to pick me up to take me on a business trip.
Except that now, he is not dressed in a suit. A gray turtleneck, dark blue jeans, and beige boots stick out from under his winter coat. He looks awesome.
So what? He’s a despicable asshole and I don’t give a damn about him.
“You are standing in a no parking zone.”
“I’ll take my chances.”
There you go, did I just experience déjà vu ?
“Since you want to get a ticket… ” I walk past him and head to the stairwell.
“I will include it in the costs of the business trip.”
I stop, turn around.
“It’s Christmas, Jan. No one goes on business trips during Christmas.”
“Christmas lasts for two days. Then a business trip is justified.”
“In that case, have a good trip.” I open the door, and then he holds it open.
“How much time do you need to pack?”
“And you are asking because…?” I go inside and head up the stairs toward the apartment.
“Because I thought we’d spend Christmas together,” he replies, and I feel like I have been struck by a bolt of lightning.
“Are you kidding me?” I stop and face him.
“I already told you, I’m not particularly good at telling jokes,” he says quite seriously. “Just like in failing to recognize wit, irony or facial expressions. I’d prefer you to say directly what you think.”
“What I think?”
“Yes.”
I squint, and the blood is bubbling in my veins.
“I think I have no idea what you are doing here and why you are babbling nonsense. This morning you made it clear to me that I have no place in your daily schedule. Go back to your place, exercise, eat breakfast, take a shower, clean up and don’t mess with my head.”
I turn around, fearing that my voice will tremble if I say another word. I climb every other step, reach my apartment, turn the key in the lock and open the door.
“You misunderstood our earlier conversation.” Jan stands right behind me.
“You are right. The words ‘you, me, a cabin in the mountains and a bed’ actually sound ambiguous and can be misunderstood.”
I go inside, he follows me. He immediately pulls off his shoes and coat.
“That’s not the conversation I was referring to.”
“Never mind. Put your clothes back on and return to your place.” I throw my McDonald’s bag on the hallway cabinet. “I’m tired. I want to take a shower and then go to bed.” I take off my boots, jacket…
“Why did you leave my apartment? Why didn’t you take my shirt? Why didn’t you answer the phone?” he asks as if he really doesn’t know.
I take a deep breath. I feel the coffee is losing its effect. The caffeine buzzing through my veins is replaced by the turbulence of my emotions.
“I left the apartment because you didn’t want me there. I didn’t take your shirt because it’s yours. I didn’t answer the phone because the battery died. Any more questions?”
“Where did you get the idea that I didn’t want you in my apartment?”
Jeez, I’m about to have a stroke.
“Jan, I asked you what your plans were, and you didn’t even breathe a word about me. You fiddled with your watch as if nothing else mattered to you. You didn’t even bother to look at me. You acted as if you wanted to get rid of me after you fucked me.”
He takes a deep breath.
“Wait.” He frowns as if he’s thinking deeply about something.
“You came into my den and asked me what I was doing so early,” he recalls.
“I replied that that is what I usually do, and asked you to postpone our conversation until later. Instead, you started asking more questions, which I answered with the conviction that we were talking the whole time about what I usually do during the day. I wasn’t referring specifically to today.
I was talking in general, about the order of any other day.
” He looks at me so sincerely that I want to believe him.
“Perhaps I actually did not give you my full attention. I was busy, as I informed you at the very beginning of our conversation. I have my ways; I follow my habits and I respect the order of the day and I need time to adjust to a new reality. Next time I would prefer you to ask questions directly, express yourself precisely and tell me openly about your needs so that I can understand you well. I will also try to give you more attention whenever you report a deficit. I apologize if I have offended you.”
I analyze his words, tone of voice, facial expressions and, damn it, I don’t know what to think.
Maybe I actually didn’t make myself clear enough this morning and thus misunderstood him?
At work, our communication is based on certain rules: a specific question—a specific answer.
Perhaps I too hastily decided that since we slept together, we would suddenly be on the same wavelength, understand each other without unnecessary words, talk about specific issues, not like a subordinate and a boss, but like a man and a woman who are connected by something more than a professional relationship.
What I didn’t take into account, however, is that Jan, regardless of whether he is in the office or in his home, is still himself—he is aloof, orderly, focused on one specific activity at a time, well organized, and makes rational and logical decisions based on facts without getting carried away by his emotions.
Well, I guess I naively thought that since he so unexpectedly pulled out all the stops in the sexual sphere, he would immediately open up to me emotionally. Perhaps it’s too soon? Perhaps he needs more time?
“I also want to apologize to you,” I declare, looking into his eyes. “ It’s possible that I may have jumped to conclusions too quickly from our conversation. So I’ll ask directly: what are your plans for the next few days?”
Jan’s face lights up. Woah, I think there will be a smile. Three, two, one…
And here it is. Captivating and exceptional. I stare at him as if he were a rare wonder of nature. Wrinkles appear on his cheeks and at the corners of his eyes, adding to his charm and making him appealing as fuck without losing any of his masculinity.
“The plan is to shower, pack up and hit the road.”
I feel a surge of excitement.
“Great. And where are we going?” I enter the room.
“To where I wanted to take you the last time we were standing here.”
I glance at him, surprised. He can’t be serious, can he?
“Jan, please tell me this is not about any business trip right after Christmas.”
“Maria.” There is a hint of amusement on his face.
“What ‘Maria’? Please, kindly explain.”
“What exactly should I explain to you?” He leans against the door frame and crosses his arms. He looks like a million bucks in that gray turtleneck that clings like a second skin to his arms and chest. “Should I start with the fact that when you came out in that skimpy bikini the other day, I barely restrained myself from tearing it off you? Or with the fact that I felt like ripping off the skimpy shorts clinging to your sexy ass, putting you over my knee and spanking you for being so stubborn?” He comes close to me and leans over my ear.
“How about my deepest desire to pin you to the wall and lick your pussy until you start begging me to take you to that damn Szczyrk?”
A shiver runs through me, and goosebumps cover me all over. Our faces are so close to each other that if I just stand on my toes, I could easily kiss him. My heart is pounding like crazy, but I try to think logically.
“But it still does not explain why we are going to Szczyrk.”
“Because I have a house there.”
“House? Where we were supposed to go on a business trip?” I narrow my eyes.
“I was planning that trip for a long time.”
“Planning?” I open my eyes wide. “You said it was an unexpected banquet at a client’s house.”
He doesn’t answer. He stares at my mouth, which doesn’t help me concentrate at all.
“Jan? What about that banquet at the client’s house? Was it planned or unexpected?”
Silence.
“Jan?”
He shifts his gaze and looks into my eyes.
“There was no banquet,” he replies.
“I don’t understand.”
“I wanted you to spend that weekend with me, so I thought a business trip would be a good excuse.”
My jaw drops to the floor. Oh, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, he made it up. The Mr. Bean of male-female relations. I am at a loss for words. I don’t know whether to laugh or be outraged. Or should I be happy that he was thinking of making a pass at me?
“You were hopeless,” I say bluntly. “Couldn’t you have just suggested a trip to the mountains together?”
He looks at me as if I knew the answer.
“Well, yes, I would have said no. But why did you throw it at me so suddenly?”
“From my observations, you were a spontaneous woman. I thought it would be better if I took you by surprise.”
“Oh, yeah sure. I have to admit that I was surprised and mad as hell at you. Not only did you want to ruin my weekend plans, but you also threatened me with losing my job. A brilliant move, Jan.”
“I didn’t anticipate that you would resist so much. It was a big challenge for me. It seemed to me that you like when something happens unexpectedly. That it excites you.”
“I like it, but not when I’m forced to work on weekends.”
“OK, I admit it was a bad idea. I made a mistake. I’m not good at it. I have never courted a woman.”
I raise my eyebrows.
“Did they jump into your bed with no invitation?”
“And they jumped out of it as fast as they jumped into it.”
“Why?”