“Noooo,” I declared. “No sex with any Havenstone women for 75 days. When I told you later, I meant 75 days later. It is corporate policy for interns.”
“Pity,” she sighed. “You are good to go. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Cool. Maybe we can squeeze in a massage next time,” I grinned. No rest for the wicked.
“What do you want me to massage?” she teased.
“I was thinking that I could start at your neck, work through your shoulders, down your back and jump to your thighs before finishing up on your calves,” I offered.
“Are we sure that won’t violate the rule about sexual contact?” she purred.
“Of course not. It is a public service. You have a high-stress job and need a break,” I met her hungry gaze.
“I think this is only a ploy for you to get your hands on my body,” she wiggled closer. Duh.
“Absolutely. It is absolutely a ploy for me to get my hands on your body,” I promised.
“Go,” she gave a throaty chuckle. I got on the elevator and… nothing happened. I didn’t have clearance to go down to that level. Since my humiliation could get worse, it did. I was dialing up Desiree when Aisha stepped on the elevator. She looked at me.
“Yes?” she stared.
“I need to get down to the housing level,” I muttered.
“Which one?” Oh… there was more than one… fuck.
“The one that Desiree lives on,” I sighed. Aisha hit the proper button and down we went.
The door opened to a familiar level. Oh well.
“Thank you, Aisha,” I acknowledged her kindness.
“You are welcome, Cael,” she answered. The doors shut and I was sure she enjoyed the ‘what the fuck’ look on my face. I didn’t know what to make of that at all.
Aya didn’t charge me at the door. She vibrated excitedly until I put my crutches aside and could pick her up. I saw Desiree putting a book away as she looked me over. It turned out none of us had further plans so we all turned in around 9:30. As we settled into the tight confines of the bed, I decided to ask Desiree for her advice.
She listened to my tale of the encounter, shook her head and looked at me with something akin to pity.
“Elsa sent Aisha to ruin your fun. Aisha stalked you up to and including your encounter with the doctor, which she listened in on,” Desiree explained. “Aya, what does that mean?”
“Daddy is even more desirable than ever!” she proclaimed loudly.
“Idiot,” Desiree muttered. Me – not Aya.
“Aya, we have a new project,” I whispered to my little friend.
“What is it?” she was all excited.
“You are going to research Leonardo Di Vinci’s flying machine. We are going to build one on the roof so I can make my getaway on my last day at work,” I informed her.
“Can I come with you?” Aya hoped.
“Aya, it has never successfully been tested before,” I told her.
“After I take off, if I can circuit the building, I’ll land, pick you up and we can head out for Patagonia – just you, me and the penguins,” I teased her.
“You can count on me,” Aya yawned. I let her drift off.
“You can count on me too,” I whispered to her. I caught Desiree studying me through nearly closed eyes.
(Wednesday and Thursday)
On Wednesday, the floodgates opened. Aya and I had barely settled in – Katrina had banned the use of all Nerf products until 3pm Friday – when the front desk gave me a call. I had a female visitor. It was Odette – crap. I excused myself from Aya and was gathering my crutches when I saw Katrina staring at me.
“I have a guest at the front desk,” I explained.
“Are they a bomb-wielding maniac, an expert assassin, or an investigative journalist?” she inquired.
“No Katrina,” I gulped. She called down to the front desk and told them to let her up.
Ten seconds later, she told the front desk to let all female visitors requesting me to come up… then she added Timothy to the list.
“Katrina, if I ever stop being afraid of you, please understand that I am either high, or stupidly drunk,” I pledged.
“Noted. Aya, get to work,” Katrina captured her nieces gaze. “Cael is on Sick Leave. You are here to pick up his slack.”
“Yes Katrina,” Aya nodded then put her cute little nose back to the grindstone. Odette was the harbinger of disaster.
She had stopped by late Monday night… and had crashed with Timothy. Bright and early Tuesday, Officer Nikita showed up. Nikita wasn’t happy. In more precise terms, she was going to rip my nuts off. Timothy told Odette not to worry, but Nikita had a firearm and a uniform, so she worried. Odette polished this revelation off by requesting some ‘private time’.
I wouldn’t swear on a stack of Bibles that Katrina smirked, but I’d take those odd in Vegas. Aya had a different approach.
“Cael, can you take Daddy Time when you are at work?” Aya smiled politely. I was weighing no puppy dog eyes from Aya for a few hours versus my dick’s desire to be a dick and do what dicks are meant to do.
“Please don’t make me transfer Buffy after she murders you,” Katrina offhandedly remarked. She had an excellent point. I decided to give Odette a nice, toe-curling kiss at the elevator.
“If all you are going to do is kiss her, you can do that here,” Aya grinned.
“Okay,” I nodded. Aya was my buddy. I steamed up Odette good and proper then sent her floating on her way.
Three hours later I hadn’t even gotten a ‘hello’ out of my mouth before Aya provided this cute piece of information to Buffy and Daphne – our food providers.
“Buffy, Cael kissed a girl so much she was walking on clouds when she left.” The lesson here? No woman is your friend, buddy, or otherwise.
The food dropped to the ground and Buffy came storming around my little desk.
“Please don’t kill me,” I cringed. Buffy hovered centimeters away, her intense struggle for control evident to everyone present. Finally, she clasped her hands behind her back. Balancing a hand on the back of my chair and the desk, I pushed myself up.
My hands came to rest on Buffy’s shoulders then I tenderly started turning her around. She resisted initially before curiosity took over. I brushed the left side of her hair back first. We started with the traditional small puffs of air on her neck and ear. My tongue flicking on the back of her earlobe gave her a jolt which she quickly suppressed.
While the air and tongue play along her neck and ears was going on, I was able to sneak my hands around to her stomach right above the belt. Buffy found her hands were pressing against my cock. She stroked it with an unexpected gentleness. My hands migrated up until I cupped her breasts. I didn’t squeeze them yet the intention was there.
“Are we okay now?” I whispered.
“I’m thinking about it,” she looked over her shoulder. “I’m still having trouble waiting.”