I would suggest all the new readers of this saga to read the first story of this series and then continue with this...
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"Yeah, get me some clips on them." My eyes moved to another member of my staff and I continued without a break, "Lily, I wanted a column on the upcoming boutiques in the area, not an advertising column for super high brands, rewrite it." I looked over at another, "Jenna, you have to write about..."
"Sir?", the girl I had nodded at blinked and said, "Sir, my name is Jennifer."
I looked over at her and groaned inwardly once again, second time in a day, "yeah, Jennifer, sorry about that. Probably should stop reading the book I have been reading lately. So, where were we? Yeah, Miss Jennifer, the fashion line has to change, we did it last summer. I want something new..." and my morning continued.
When everyone left and I was allowed a final moment of peace, I leant against my chair and heaved a sigh of relief. I closed my eyes. The moment I did, there she was, before my eyes, that hazed look, those half parted lips, uneven breathing, heavy lidded eyes and that intoxicating smell of hers. I had it bad, I wanted that girl but I still remembered that ringing sound of his slap and the sting was still high on my cheeks. I have never been slapped that hard and I was angry, furious at her. But the moment I closed my eyes, I could feel her lips on my mouth, her tongue rolling against me, in one of the most erotic kisses of my life. I wanted her and not only to have sex with her. I wanted to dominate her, to control her, to rein her wilderness. It was a very dominant feeling over me.
How I wished I could tame that woman? I sighed in exasperation. My office phone rand loud, bringing me back to reality. I took the call. "Sir, we have an issue in the new advertise project for the Lolita bathing gel. Mr. Andrews wants to talk to you. Should I send him in?"
I was a little surprised at the question. Have I changed my secretary lately? I wondered and then I shook my head. What is wrong with me? Of course I haven't. But why was Michelle asking me such a dumb question?
"Of course, send him right in. Why are you asking me this?" I said, confused.
There was a slight pause and then she said, "You have not been in a good mood ever since last morning."
It was my turn to be silent now. She was right. I have been waivered from my work completely ever since I set my eyes on Jenna. I nodded and said, "Send him in." I put down the phone. I was in good terms with my secretary. Michelle was practically my friend outside the office and I have never shied away from discussing any problem with her. But somehow I couldn't bring myself to tell her about this.
The door opened and my video director strolled into my cabin, smiling smugly at me. He sat down without permission and placed his hands on my table, gazing at me with a smile that he did little to hide. I ignored him and said, "What is the problem?"
"I think I should probably ask you that?" Neil Andrews smiled mischievously at me.
"I haven't got any updates about the project for the Lolita Gel ad. You are the first one to tell me. What happened?" I asked briskly, completely ignoring him.
He sighed and leaned back into his chair. Neil was a hundred percent gay sweetheart. He was small, probably a five feet five and he had his own dressing style. He wore thick eye makeup which was always black and he turned every male and female head when he entered a room. People make their biggest mistakes by judging him on his beautiful boyish looks. The man had brains and the sharpest knack of getting on things. As far as I knew, he already knew what was wrong with me right now. Neil looked at me through his mascaraed eyes and said, "Well, the client needs a full milky simulation for the advertisement and we don't really have such expert 3d simulator for the work. It has to be done from outside."
I racked my brains to think if we had anyone with that much of knowledge on the 3d genre but Neil was right, we didn't have anyone. I nodded and said, "Which studio would you recommend? I don't want it to be expensive. We already are hiring an expensive actress for that advertisement."
Neil smiled widely and got up from his throne and said, "Actually there is an expert I know who can do this. I am sure she won't charge high either."
I arched an eyebrow, "I didn't know you were interested in girls."
"She is a very good friend of mine. She works at this lousy pathetic studio that doesn't treat her well. But she is brilliant. I can send you her works and then you can decide if you want to keep her." Neil said.
"Keep her?" I asked.
"Well, we do have a lot of projects enrolling in and we need a 3d expert. All things are going digital now. We have to be upbeat, Rylan," Neil said.
"I know that. I have been thinking about it too but I am not keeping anyone so fast and so easily. She might have your recommendation but I want someone non-biased to her interviewed and checked out. Plus I am not guarranting a permanent seat unless she proves she is worth that seat." I said. "Send in her resume to Michelle's mail and I will see if she is worth an interview."
Neil nodded smiling wide at me and then he turned to leave. I went back to my files. "There is a party tonight by the way."
I looked up to see Neil smiling smugly at me again. I looked at him in question. He smiled and turned to leave again. I watched as he turned around and said, "You should probably go. There is a woman I want you to meet." With that he winked at me and was gone before I could rebuke him.
I sighed again. I was sure Neil knew what was up with me and I didn't have the slightest idea how. I put my mind back to work and tried to forget the woman who was haunting me in broad daylight. It was quite a busy noon and I was knee deep in work when my office phone rang. I took the call as I looked at some of the logistics files.
"Rylan," Neil sang through the phone.
I nodded although he couldn't see me and as if he saw my nod through the call, Neil started off without any audible reply from me. "Well, I told my friend about it and she has agreed to come and give the interview to us. Isn't that great?" Neil said.
I arched my eyebrow and said, "She HAS agreed to come and work for Emerald? Who is this friend of yours, who thinks she is doing us a favor by giving us an interview?"
"Oh come on, I didn't mean it that way. She is a very loyal person and didn't want to leave her workplace but this time when I told her, she said yes without a question," Neil clapped his hands on the other side.
I nodded and rang my desk bell to summon Michelle. "I am sure she did. No one misses an opportunity to work with Emerald," I said. I nodded to Michelle as she came in and she hurried to my desk.
Neil made a sound as if he snorted and I ignored it. The boy had some dramatic nature. I could almost see him rolling his eyes. I closed the files and waved them to Michelle. "Tell her to send in a resume," I said.
"I already did. I have it and I have in turn forwarded it to Michelle's email for her to check the data base. It is not really necessary. You have my word on this girl but I know you too well. So review it and please get me an artist before the deadline," Neil said.
I smiled, shaking my head. The guy was too smart. "Alright Michelle will check her database and then if she thinks she is worth my time, then I will interview her tomorrow morning." Michelle nodded at that and I kept the phone before Neil could use his smart mouth to praise anymore about his friend.
"We are having an interview?" Michelle asked.
"You are doing a database check on a person Neil has recommended to me. She is supposed to be a very good digital artist. Take a light interview if the database is correct and if she surpasses you as good as Neil did in his, I will take her interview personally. Make sure you get this done before tomorrow. If that girl is worth all that Neil said, I want to interview her first thing in the morning," I said.
Michelle nodded, "Sure sir. Shall I bring you another cup of coffee sir?"
"Yeah, make it a bitter one." I said.
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That night even after the party and the pools of ever available women I ended up in my bed alone with the biggest hard on I had had in years. I couldn't sleep and the bed felt empty to me. I needed a warm pliant wild body next to me and the only one I could think of was my coffee lady. At midnight I finally left my bed and took a very cold shower to distract my longing body from its needs. I worked late and finally fell asleep at dawn.
I woke up with a curse. My head throbbed and I was still sleepy. I dragged myself out of my bed and found out I had spilled myself all over it. I cursed myself. Another of those Jenna dreams. I took the sheet and threw it in the laundry bag. I really didn't want my housekeeper to find my bed sheet in that way. The sixty year old lady would probably have a fit.
