She turns and leaves the building, making her way down the road. What I fail to notice as I make my way back upstairs is that my shirt is all scrunched up still, my hair is a total mess, and I have the dumbest ass smile on my face. This is surely going to cause a stir around the building.
Back upstairs, Tajsa is already waiting for me in my office.
“Why did I not hear any screaming?”
“Maybe because we were talking.”
“Don’t bullshit me, Damon, you and a beautiful woman alone in a room?”
“Okay, I might have kissed her.”
“Just kissed her?”
“Yes, a damn lot of kissing her. I have not kissed so much since senior year. I feel like a stupid schoolboy.”
“So my plan worked?”
“Yes, and since when do I send flowers?”
“Since today and it worked out quite fine, didn’t it. I was not expecting her to come at all.”
“Now, what do I do next? I am not sending flowers every day and do just kissing. I mean, it is hot and all, but a man has other needs, and I am struggling to keep my hands to myself.”
“Are you seeing her tonight?”
“I did ask, but she said she was not certain.”
“Have you lost the ability to ask out a woman? Give me that shirt so I can get her size, but I do have a fairly good idea of what she is.”
“What are you up to, Tajsa?”
“I am going out for an hour; I will send you a picture of what I got.”
“You making no sense Tajsa, what are you on about?”
“You will see.”
She disappears out the door with Skye’s shirt in her hand. Whenever she has a bee in her bonnet, it can almost always never be good. Guess I will just have to wait and see until she sends that message later.
Back behind my desk, I try my very best to get my mind back on work, but it keeps going back to Skye. I imagine how good it would be to have her lips run all over my firm chest, feel
The damn phone buzzes. It is a message from Tajsa.
“I am on my way back.”
“Where is my picture?”
“I have changed my mind.”
I drop my phone down on my table. Damn woman, I never did understand her. For all, I know she just wanted to get away from me for an hour. It would not have been the first time she has done it either.
I get back to what I really was doing, signing the contracts for the new company that I have bought over, the very same company where I was sealing the deal just a day ago.
Come six; I quickly have a shower
I find myself standing right by the very same wall where I could have taken her not so long ago. My mind races back at how good she felt; I can’t stop thinking of her, her soft lips, the way she tasted. The way she made me feel.
I get dressed and meet the boys downstairs, and to my surprise, I get Tajsa here as well.
“What are you doing here, Tajsa?”
“I am testing the Jimmy Choo’s out that you bought me today.”
“I thought you went and took care of Skye’s shirt?”
“That amongst some other things.”
“What are you doing?”
“Do you even want to ask?”
“Well, if it turns out like this morning, then I am not saying another word.”
“If I were you, I’d start feeling worried about that bet.”
“You have not gone home with her yet.”
“If it were not for her waitress, she would have gone home with me today.”
Brody realizes that there is some confusion, decides to clarify the rules. “I think we need to define what taking home here means.”
“It’s too late; you can’t go changing the rules now.”
“We can always up the stakes.” Tajsa, out of nowhere, says.
“Don’t you start now too?”
“I bet these two idiots that by the end of day seven, she will be waking up in your bed.”
“Can you two kids stop it?” Mason jumps up between us. “It is time to go.”
“Whom you driving with Tajsa?”
“With you, of course, Damon, I don’t trust these two.”
Tajsa and I make the way to the basement to my car. She cranks up the music as soon as she gets in, and seconds later, we are off to the club. I am hoping that I will see her there and if I do that she will kiss me again.
We park the car where the guys are waiting for us and head-on into the club.
“Oh, I forgot they said it is going to be wet t-shirt tonight.” Mason excitedly says.
“And we booked a table right in front,” Brody adds to his excitement.
“Does this mean you done with Jo already then?” Mason asks.
“I said dating not going steady.”
Tajsa looks at the three of us and just shakes her head. “You guys have the wrong impression about certain words.”
We find our table close to the front. Tajsa’s presence is not scaring the other girls in the club off the least bit. The minute we set our asses down, there come two girls on over to the table. One is wanting to come to plant her perky tits right into my face, but Tajsa stops her dead in her tracks.
I ignore her and continue talking to the guys. My head wanders back to Skye and the way she had her arms wrapped around my waist when she was kissing me this morning. It has been eight hours since I last saw her, but I can still feel her skin touching mine.
The way her nails dug into my back and when she was biting my tongue, even how she is moving her hips into mine, it is making me hard, and so frustrated, I swear I can burst through my pants. If she were here right now, I would spread her over this table, and I would make her mine.
I want to do things to her in such a way that she would be screaming more than just my name. I will take those gorgeous legs and wrap them around my waist; I want to feel her hard nipples press deep into my chest as I slip the straps of her top down her shoulders.
I am driving myself insane.
I take a big gulp of my whiskey and try to clear my mind from these crazy thoughts. But then I see her, or at least I think I do.
“Tajsa, is that Skye?”
“Ah, I see she got your present.”
“What are you talking about?”
“She is wearing your present.”
“What did I buy her?”
“That, which I must say she is wearing damn well.”
“What did you do, Tajsa?”
“I motivated her to come to see you tonight.”
I watch her as she comes on over to the table. She is so beautiful, I have never seen anything fall so perfectly into place as what she is wearing, which apparently, I have bought it.
“Hi Tajsa, nice to see you so soon again
Tajsa.”
“Hey Skye, you look absolutely gorgeous. Come sit here; I have been looking for an excuse to go sit next to Mason.
She moves on next to me. I lean over and kiss her.
“Hey, Damon.”
“Hey, Skye.”
“You are just full of surprises today, aren’t you?”
“I had to get a reason to see you again, and I must say you are looking insanely gorgeous.”
“Thank you, but I still want my shirt back, though.”
“The longer I keep it, the longer I can see you.”
“Have you never heard about just asking a girl out?”
“Remember I did try it?”
“Oh, and I remember I said I don’t date clients.”
“So, what changed?”
“I am still trying to figure that one out for myself.”
“So does this count as a date then?”
“I guess it does.”
I don’t know what I am more excited about that I am one step closer to winning the first week’s bet or if I am excited to be on a date with this beautiful woman. But I think I have a far bigger problem. And no, it is not that I want her, but something even far bigger than that.