James, who was used to women hitting on him all the time, replied, “Nikki’s assistant.” He turned to me and said, “Should I bring in a sample menu from the Bon Voyage party, too?”
That man deserves a raise. “That would be great. Thank you.”
“Yes. It would be really great. Thank you.” Kimberly was really turning it on and I felt terrible for Bryant. How could his fiancee be so openly flirting with another man right in front of him?
Then again, he was kind of flirty with me. Maybe this was just their thing. Flirt with other people and then bring it home to their bedroom.
Somehow that thought made me sick to my stomach.
Chapter Five: Almost Ready
“Can you see it behind me?” My friend Karen was holding the phone up and standing in front of a hotel window. “My room has a view of the Eiffel Tower!”
Shortly after our last book club meeting, Karen had gone on a trip to Paris, paid for by her sister. It was about time she took a vacation, as she’d been a single mom to her twins for almost ten years.
“Did you find yourself a French lover yet?” Pam asked. We’d both joked that Karen should have an affair since she hadn’t had sex since our senior prom, when she got pregnant with the twins.
“Very funny,” she said. “What about you guys? Are you liking the book?”
“You know we’re not supposed to talk about the book outside of book club,” I teased. “I do have some tea, though.”
“Spill it!” they both said, simultaneously.
“I am catering Bryant Colby’s engagement party.” I felt a sense of pride when I said his name, and also felt a surge of that same electric attraction.
What was with me? I wasn’t normally like this around men? James was as handsome as they come, and I felt zero attraction to him.
“Are you serious? I read in Fast Company that he’s one of the ten wealthiest men in the world!” Pam’s mouth was open. “How the hell did you land that gig?”
“His mom was at a party we catered a few months back. The one with all the pie?”
“Oh that’s right. The hosts wanted a pie for every month that they would be out of the U.S.” Karen had moved over to a chair and was sitting under a painting of Monet’s lilies. “Maybe I should have had you bake me a pie.”
“You’re there for two weeks, silly. But I’ll bring pie to the next book club meeting.”
“What’s the fiancee like? Is she some kind of actress or socialite?” Pam asked.
“Actually, no. I honestly can’t see what he sees in her. She’s... tacky and arrogant.”
“Whoa!” Pam said. “That’s pretty harsh.”
I nodded. “Yeah. I guess I just didn’t click with her.”
“What’s he like? Is he as hot in person?” Karen asked.
I felt my cheeks flush and I tried to play it off. “Oh, he’s alright.”
They both burst out laughing. “You should see your face right now, Nick. It’s beet red.”
“She clearly thinks he’s more than ‘alright.’” Pam said.
“You should seduce him,” Karen said with a grin.
“Have you been drinking? That French wine must be going to your head. He’s my boss.”
“He’s a client, Nick.” Pam said.
“Same thing. Besides. I don’t steal other women’s men.” I wanted to change the subject and fast. “So, Pam. How’d the job interview go?”
As she started to tell us about it, I tried to calm my pounding heart. Me seduce Bryant Colby. That’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard...
Or was it?
***
Sometimes, our dreams are just our subconscious mind giving us a clue to the direction of our best life.
The lady who wrote this book, Woman on Top, must have been reading my mind. Last night I had an intense dream and then the first thing I read this morning was this passage.
Frankly, I was pretty embarrassed about the dream. Wasn’t I a little old to be having sex dreams?
This one was about Bryant! Only instead of a catering client, he was my actual boss.
I was working in some kind of office late at night. I’d been writing some kind of report and he walked in the front doors to the building and headed to his own office. He must have gone out to dinner or something because he wasn’t wearing office clothes, but a really expensive suit. Just before he got to his office door, he turned and looked at me and said, “Well? Are you coming?”
When he said that, my pussy got instantly wet. I’d always thought he was sexy, and just hearing him say the word “coming” made me almost do it.
“Oh, sure, Mr. Colby. I’ll be right in.” I wasn’t sure what he wanted, so I grabbed a pen and some paper. Maybe he wanted me to take notes or something.
By the time I got to his office, the door was open a bit and he was inside somewhere. We were alone at work, so I just tapped on the door. “Mr Colby?””
“It’s Bryant after hours, and come on in.” He was sitting on the couch that was facing his desk.
“Oh, okay.” I could feel my heart pounding.
“Sit on the edge of the desk, facing me.” He was drinking some kind of cocktail.
“Okay.” I did as he instructed.
“Before we go any further, I want to say that you can say no. You can stop at any time if you are uncomfortable what I am asking. Do you understand?” He took a long drink of the amber liquid in his glass.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded. What was he going to ask me to do?
“All right. Stay sitting on the edge of my desk and spread your legs.”
I was wearing a dress and knew that if I did that, he’d be able to see my panties. I spread my legs.
“Now, take your finger and run it up and down the outside of your panties. Nice color, by the way.”
My nipples were straining through the matching bra and I did what he’d said. The pale pink panties were noticebly wet on the outside.
“Good. Good.” He was rubbing himself on the outside of his suit pants. “Very pretty. Now I want to see your pussy. Pull the fabric over and spread your legs a little more.”
I must have hesitated because he said, “There will be something very rewarding in it for you, trust me. Now, show me your pussy.”
I was panting a little as I pulled the fabric aside, exposing myself. I felt a combination of embarrassment and turned on. I’d fantasized about him so many times, and here he was, looking at me. I wanted him to bury his face between my legs.
“Stroke yourself. I want to watch you until you’re almost ready to come.”
I looked him in the eyes, and stroked myself. Softly, and hesitantly at first. But as my desire rose, and I saw the passion clouding his eyes, I realized something important. I had the power. It was about more than my sexuality. I had the power to make a man come. I had the power to create life. I had the power to take control of my own experience. My life was literally in my own hands.
My legs spread further and my eyes were open and looking right at him, and I said, “I’m almost ready.”
And then I woke up.