Author's note: This is a slight revision of Business and Pleasure: Part II, posted on July 19, 2003. After nearly a year's hiatus from the story, I have decided to return to it, fix up the place a little – cleaning up any grammar and inconsistency mistakes it may have had – and hopefully finishing it. Or at least adding to it. So enjoy, if you haven't already, and write me, even if you have already. It's your feedback that helped me return, and it's your feedback that will help me continue.
Part II: The Hammond Account
The lines between business and pleasure continue to blur.
Chapter 1
Leah knew something was going on between Mrs. Giuliani and Mr. Carter. Three weeks had passed since the restructuring process, and in that time, the two had taken a few too many long "lunch meetings," and at least three times a week, the new Italian boss had called Kevin in for an "emergency planning meeting," asking Leah to hold her calls.
Leah might have been blonde, but she certainly wasn't stupid. The idea that the two of them were carrying on an affair in the office didn't sit well with the 24-year-old. She had known Kevin for several years now, ever since she started here, and had always liked him. He possessed all the upstanding qualities that she found attractive and appealing in a man: he was genuine, kind, hard-working, and loving. If he wasn't married, she would have pursued him herself.
It didn't help matters that she knew Kevin's pretty wife. They weren't good friends, but they worked out at the same gym, and Leah had eaten dinner at the Carters on more than one occasion. When Mrs. Giuliani first started working here, Leah had let it slip that she knew Karen. The stunning Italian hadn't said anything at the time, but it was one of the first things to come up after the fateful business trip to Atlanta.
"You said that you knew Mrs. Carter?" the Italian asked, off-handedly.
"Yes, a little. She works out at my gym. We bump into each other from time to time."
The olive-skinned woman nodded. "Interesting. What kind of woman is she?"
"Karen? She's a very friendly woman. Pretty, too. She always greets me with a smile, and I always feel very comfortable around her." She doesn't intimidate me like you do, the blonde almost added, biting her tongue.
"I see..." Adrianna said, lost in thought. How could she phrase this without sounding suspicious? "I've been talking to Kevin and... I'm a little concerned about his home life. How do I say this?" she hesitated, playing off the language barrier that didn't really exist. "Has Karen been hanging around with anyone more than normal at the gym? Another man, perhaps?" She had to see if her suspicions – the same ones she planted in Kevin's head over the weekend – were founded.
Leah thought a moment, then shook her head. "No, no more than usual." This was the first time that Leah began to suspect something more than a business relationship between the Kevin and her boss, and because at the time it seemed ludicrous, she took the question at face value. "Actually, she's begun to work with a new personal trainer more often. Guy named... Joe. Younger guy. Very fit."
Adrianna nodded.
"Why? Do you think Karen's having an affair? That's pretty crazy. I've seen Kevin and her together. If you saw them, you'd know how impossible that would be."
Still in thought, the brunette nodded, then shook her head, smiling. "Yes. You are probably right. Forget I asked."
Two weeks later, Leah thought back to that conversation and wondered if maybe her shrewd boss was up to something. She always liked to think the best of people, but she couldn't trust this woman.
Chapter 2
This has to stop
, Kevin thought once again as he entered Adrianna's office, locking the door. This affair had gone on long enough, he reasoned, and it was tearing his life apart. Not only did he dread coming to work, but he dreaded going home. And because of all the doubt swimming around in his head, he couldn't even find comfort in Karen's arms, too busy was he wondering if she was taking her own comfort in another.
Adrianna was in the shower room when he came in, dumping himself in the couch against the wall. It had been two weeks since the weekend in Atlanta. At first, Kevin tried to fool himself into thinking that what happened there was a one-time thing. The two were far from home, away from their own lovers, and sought comfort in one another's arms. It was a thing of passion. That was all.
But Monday morning, Adrianna had called Kevin in for an "emergency meeting," which turned into an hour long romp on her wide desk. Kevin couldn't help himself. Adrianna was like a wet dream come to life. No man could resist her.
He returned home to Karen, exhausted both mentally and physically. When she wanted to fool around, he gave her the "I'm too tired tonight," line and wandered to bed. The next night was the same. After that, she hadn't asked again.
But now, things had to stop. Fucking Adrianna was some of the best sex he'd ever had in his life, and possibly ever would have, but morality was finally catching up with him.
He heard the door open and close and looked up. Adrianna stood before him in the door frame, posing.
Adrianna was leaning casually against the doorframe. She held one hand behind the long, dark waves of her hair, resting on her elbow. The other hand sat on her cocked hip, emphasizing her already luxurious curves. She was nude save for buff silk stockings held up by a rich-looking cream garter belt, matching high heels, and a golden pendant necklace that dangled just above her full breasts. Kevin's eyes wandered her body, his resolve shattering at the presence of her deep and flawless complexion and the dark satin sheen of her exposed skin. They traced up the long lengths of her shapely legs, her fit thighs, her pronounced hips. Her entire body was the color of creamy mocha: from her soft, flat stomach to the prominent globes of her breasts to the shaven skin around her stylized bush. In Kevin's mind, she was perfection incarnate.
How could he refuse this living goddess?
"I... I..." he stuttered as she began to saunter her way across the room, her breasts bouncing just enough to cause Kevin to gulp, feeling how dry his throat was.
She raised an eyebrow at him, amused that he was trying to resist the charms that he had succumbed to day after day.
"Adrianna, I think we need to break this... I don't think that I can do this..." She kept coming on, never slowing. Her dark eyes glittered. A smile sat perched on the edges of her full lips. "Please, Adrianna..."
She was upon him then, straddling him lap and brushing his soft brown bangs. Her plush breasts, crowned with tight nipples, begged for his mouth to encircle them. Looking at them, he could practically feel the bumps of her light brown areola as his tongue traced the hardening bud. He licked his lips unconsciously, but kept his mouth away from Adrianna's warm flesh.
She kissed his forehead and whispered, "Please what, my dear Kevin?"
That accent was intoxicating. Those lips burned and his blood boiled. He was hard. His body had no chance against this luscious vixen, but perhaps his mind and his conscience did.
"Adrianna, I can't continue our affair. Not any longer. It's tearing me apart. It's tearing my marriage apart. Please... please let me go..."
She caressed his face with her long, slender fingers. His heart fluttered. He dared to look up into those beautiful, dark eyes. He felt exposed, as though his thoughts were laid bare before her gaze. Then, she shook her head. For a moment, a crack appeared in her intelligent eyes and he saw something he never expected to see from her: longing, sadness maybe. Love? It was gone as quickly as it came and Kevin thought that maybe he was just imagining it.
"I cannot let you go, Kevin," she said in her soft lilt. "I am having too much fun."
"You can't... you can't make me stay," he said, not really believing his own words.
She raised a thin, manicured eyebrow. "Oh, no?" Kevin blushed. She saw right through his weak defiance. "If I wanted to, I could go to your beautiful wife and tell her all about how you seduced me to get your promotion," she through out, batting her long lashes innocently. "But I know I don't need to do that." Her thumb traced across his bottom lip. "Why do you fight your desires, Kevin? Do I not make you feel good? Do you not find me beautiful?" The questions were rhetorical. "I know that you are feeling guilty for what we are sharing, but you must know that I would never make you do something that you did not truly want to do." As she spoke, she drew her full, moist lips closer and closer his. "I want you, Kevin. But if you want to go, then go."
Yet she didn't pull her lips away from his. He could feel their heat on his own lips and he knew that he was sunk.
Their lips came together, tongues seeking each other out. Their saliva mixed with the taste of her lipstick as mouths groped. His hands slid along his naked body, thumbs cupping the undersides of her soft breasts. The kiss broke and they stared at one another with passion clouded eyes. She smiled down at him, her eyes once again letting go an elated flash of something more.
Kissing him one last time, she slithered down his body, until she was on her knees, between his legs. He looked down at her as she unbuckled his pants, his heart thrumming in his ears. He seemed to recall her telling him that she only got on her knees for her husband. That memory was washed away as he felt her expert mouth engulf his erection. After that, it took all his strength to keep from cumming immediately.
***
Leah sat at her desk, tapping her pen out of boredom. Kevin had gone in there a half hour ago, marching in and shutting the door with a resolved purpose. At last, she thought, he was going to break it off with Mrs. Giuliani. At last, he was going to get out from under her spell.
