“That was intense,” he growled.
“Yeah,” I giggled. “Who knew?”
Slowly, we disentangled ourselves, staring at one another. Wow, this man was even better looking naked. Shawn was pure muscle with not an inch of fat anywhere. It was sheer heaven to run my eyes over the carved perfection of his physique.
But we were strangers, and averting our eyes carefully, we started getting dressed. I didn’t bother putting my panties back on since my whole body tingled still.
“That was amazing,” came my shy giggle. He paused for a moment, just looking at me.
“I’ve got to ask,” said Shawn as he watched me slide my skirt back up my legs. “Since you were vague about it over Tinder, are you into BDSM?”
“Definitely,” I answered quickly. “I’m into a lot of stuff.”
I wasn’t really, but who cares? I didn’t know him so it was okay to fib a little.
“Nice,” he grunted appreciatively.
“I take it you’re into BDSM, as well?” I asked.
“Damn right,” he said. “I hate that I’m going to be so busy coming up. Otherwise, I’d say we should do this again—like, now.”
I shot him a suggestive look.
“What are you so busy with?” I asked.
“I start my new job tomorrow,” he said. “I have to be there at nine, and well, L.A. traffic is fucking terrible.”
“I hear you,” was my soothing reply. “Well, hit me up on Tinder. Maybe we can get something going another time.”
“Yeah, but I probably won’t have much time to meet up for at least a couple of weeks,” he continued. “I’ll let you know, okay? Sorry about the wait.”
“Oh, don’t worry about it,” was my breezy reply. “I know what it’s like. We all have jobs. No big deal. Just keep me in mind.”
“No worries, sweet thing.” He laughed. “I’ll be thinking about this for a long time.
And just like that, we went our separate ways. Maybe he’d been blowing me off, with some made-up excuse about a new job and complaints about the LA traffic. It was disappointing, but again, it was no big deal. This wasn’t anything serious, and besides, I was busy too. This is LA after all … and there are places to go.
2
Shawn
I was furious with myself the next morning. Running late for my new job was not an option, and yet here I was, scrambling like a maniac. What the hell? I’d been networking and making calls for weeks just to get the interview, and now it looked like I was going to be late on my first day.
It wasn’t a job exactly. It was a paid internship through a magazine company that distributed the magazine Chic-Wise, which had a predominately female readership. I’d have preferred working for a magazine or newspaper dealing with sports, but this internship came with a salary, whereas as the majority of the internships offered in L.A. for magazines were strictly volunteer-only. It felt weird telling my dad and my friends that I might be working for a fashion magazine, especially since I couldn’t exactly hide my own sheepishness. But everyone understood that getting a paycheck was important instead of giving away my services for free.
Fortunately, I got through the doors just in the nick of time. Christine, who’d conducted my interview, showed me around. She was a short, sweet blonde woman who tended to chirp as she spoke. We walked around the building, quickly going over the various ins and outs of the job and what I’d be doing during my time with the magazine.
Oh shit. Regret was already filling my brain even as my smile grew wider greeting folks. Because to say I felt out of place would’ve been an understatement. It was all girly shit, stuff that I didn’t know much about. Stuff like hair and make-up, plus how to eat to stay slim. That was bullshit. Girls these days are way too skinny, looking like bobbleheads on sticks.
But I didn’t mind women in the workplace at all—quite the contrary, in fact. There are lots of intelligent, talented females in LA, and these ladies also happened to be incredibly attractive. It was nice to know that during my down time, there’d be a nice view.
But there was one particular woman who kept invading my thoughts. I couldn’t get my recent Tinder date, Laurie, out my head. She’d been sassy but sweet, with just the type of body that made me want more. Curvy with huge tits and an ass that swayed to its own rhythm. I wish I could have stayed all night, but instead, we’d just done it once and then split. Fuck. Such is life.
Suddenly, Christine paused in front of a door, throwing me a wink.
“You have a rare opportunity this morning,” she chirped. “Our editor-in-chief is in today. I’ll introduce you two, and you can ask her any questions that you might have regarding the magazine. Sound good?”
I nodded, attempting to show excitement. “Let’s do it!”
Christine knocked on the door to the editor’s office.
“Yes?” came a female voice behind the door.
Christine opened the door, and my mouth fell open in shock because the editor-in-chief turned out to be none other than the woman I’d just had a steamy liaison with less than twelve hours before. I had to look around the office to make sure I wasn’t seeing things. The plaque at the front of her desk read “Laurie Bradley.” Photos in her office showed her to be a completely normal person, and not some off-the-wall psycho. And of course, there was the woman herself.
She initially looked shocked to see me too, but quickly composed herself and stood up. Today, Laurie was truly a businesswoman, but still incredibly sexy. Her long dark hair was down, her power suit made her blue eyes pop, and I was still able to immediately go to a dirty place in my mind when I examined her body. I still couldn’t get over her perfect, round figure that housed her generous chest and gorgeous bubble butt. I almost laughed, but instead managed to keep a straight face.
“Hi,” said Laurie graciously. “Shawn, is it?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I replied. I extended my hand, and she shook it, behaving as if we’d just met. “Pleased to meet you.”
“Same here,” she smiled smoothly. “I hope Christine’s been doing a good job of showing you around the place.”
“Oh, it’s been great,” was my offhand comment.
“Do you have any questions about the job?” Laurie asked. “Is there anything I can clear up for you?”
“Uh no, I don’t think so. I’m getting a good grasp of everything.”
“Good,” she said, smiling. “Christine, would you mind—I know this is beneath you—but, I didn’t have time to get my coffee—”
“No problem at all,” Christine said with a grin.
“Shawn, would you like anything?” Laurie asked me.