in a relationship right now. My career is really taking off right now. It's in such a great place but I'm very busy--"
"Please cut the bullshit," I interrupted him. "I'm way too old for this speech. I would respect you more if you said that you just wanted to get laid." I put my hair into a bun. "It's brutal but at least it's honest."
"I am being honest." His dull green eyes pleaded. "I just don't want to send you the wrong message."
"The wrong message being that if you fuck me, you have to be in a relationship with me?"
He was quiet. He ran his hands over his hair. It looked like he wanted to say something, but the words couldn't come out fast enough. I politely excused myself and walked toward the elevator. He walked slowly behind me as I pressed the button. The doors opened and I stepped inside. He looked sullen and I was about to let the doors close but I stopped them.
"You know, you could have told me all of this before we got back here. You could have just said it." I snapped at him.
"I didn't plan any of this." He was avoiding eye contact with me.
"Cut the martyr act. You could have just told me this. Why build up this whole night?"
"Because I knew you would have fun. Because I promised you a night of fun."
"Or was it because you knew it would help spread my legs?" I pressed the button and closed the doors.
Chapter 6
Work helped me concentrate- or better yet, not think about that night. I was handling multiple clients. They were being a bit needy but happy clients meant more money. So, for the sake of the firm, I smiled, was polite, and kissed ass because my career depended on it.
"Chica..." Vanessa peeked her head into my office. "Wanna go grab lunch? I'm starving." She was so dramatic as she batted her eyelashes at me.
"Just a little bit longer. I just want to finish this report and we can be off." My keyboard was going like crazy and she sat down to file her nails. I looked at her and shook my head.
"What?" She hunched her shoulders at me. "What is it?"
"You could work, you know." I sighed as I was trying to wrap up my work. "It wouldn't kill you."
"I know, but I already did." She judged her nails. "I don't take on as much work as you do. C'mon, let's be bad and eat fast food." She giggled. I finished typing my sentence and then stood up.
"Let's go." Maybe fast food is exactly what I need right now. A juicy, delicious burger with a handful of decadent, salty fries.
Manhattan's noise managed to calm me. Outsiders of the city were often never used to the noise but I loved it. The constant racket was oddly soothing to me. It matched the chaos that was going on in my head.
"I have this hot date tonight."
"Oh, yeah, Vanessa... tell me something new," I chuckled. "How is this date so different than the dozen others you've been on?"
"Well, this guy, I know for sure, is hung like a horse."
"You know that saying disturbs me because what's to stop you from fucking a horse?" She pushed me playfully. "I'm joking. How do you know that he's hung like a horse?"
"Because he sent me a picture of it?"
"Before I go any further, did he just randomly offer a picture of his penis?"
"No, I asked for it. No one has the time to see if a small penis might make them cum. I need a thick, juicy, stiff one that knows what he's doing." She had this wicked look about her. She sighed and said, "And I'm guessing for you, it's another night of staying home alone."
"Not just that. I'm going to be binge watching TV. My blanket, cocoa, and dozens of episodes of that new lesbian prison show are calling to me."
"Oh, please stop. You're like a sad cat lady without the cats. You can't just stay in, trying to forget about Blake and his huge cock."
"Vanessa!" I scolded her as some old ladies stared at us.
"Don't act like you don't like big dick!" she screamed at them and they got up and walked away. "Anyway."