There's this new girl at work, they always get young people coming in, but in Ethan's line of work, they don't get women of her caliber at all. He always could find a woman outside of work, either in his private messages or after a night out in town. With deep, baby blue eyes like the darkest parts of the oceans, auburn hair clicked back and tapered at the sides, and a well kept beard, there was no shortage of women falling over themselves for him; but he had a type. A certain type he didn't like to deviate from.
Black girls.
There was something about them. Most of his personal art was black women; sensual, heroic, gorgeous...he was not shy about showing his appreciation.
Diamond was right up his alley taste wise, with her glossy brown eyes perfectly paired with her shimmering sepia skin, a soft but pert nose nestled in the middle of her perfectly proportioned face framed by almost black curls running down her back, she was art living. A modern Birth of Venus that greeted everyone on her way down the aisles at the office. He'd seen her while people watching in his office through the opened door, he'd started doing that when she joined their studio.
Her aura was so infectious, happy, confident, eager to learn and do whatever is asked of her. Raising her hand to ask questions about the right way to go about something or if she didn't understand. She was the right amount of maturity and "still in university" youthfulness that was nothing short of tempting. He was quite a few years older than her twenty-two, he'd looked at her files, being the executive producer had a lot of perks. He'd even checked out her Instagram, a mix of art and pictures of herself, work, and music all melded together to form a coherent outlook on her.
"Diamond..." He let her name roll off his tongue while observing her work at the desk across from his office. She glanced up at the sound of her name, seeing his eyes directly on her, absentmindedly, but still attentive. Her hesitancy to get out of her chair with her eyes looking everywhere but at him, so authority makes her anxious?
She stood at his desk, not knowing what to do with her hands before deciding to cross them under her large breasts that he wanted to motorboat like some freshman in college. She really is gorgeous, her pursed, full lips said something but he wasn't quite listening. That skirt was a little shorter than dress code, but what could he say, he was wearing sunglasses indoors, he wouldn't tell.
"Mr. Beckham?" Her voice was svelte, like velvet covering his ears.
"Yes?"
"You called me...sir?" Ugh, this timidness, he could get used to it.
"Uh, yes, I wanted to ask you about your progress today."
She perked up, "Yes! I have a list of what you've asked, and I hope I've done a good job at it. Your ideas for different episode plots with brief summaries for each. I even made a slideshow for them-"
He smiled, "You're really excited."
Diamond stopped herself, noticing how eager she was being in front of the boss. "I'm sorry, I was just so enthusiastic about showing you my ideas."
He raised a hand, "You keep that enthusiasm. It's one of the things I like about you."
Her eyes sparkled when she'd heard that, a praise kink, perhaps? She bounced in her stance but held it in. "Thank you, so much, sir!"
He chuckled a little, "You said you had a powerpoint? Will you show it to me?"
Her expression turned into shock, eyes widening twice their size, "I'm sorry, Mr. Beckham! I left it at home."
"I could come over your house to see them. It wouldn't be a problem." He smiled, fighting back the urge to wink at his young employee, watching her shuffle her weight from one foot to the other, thighs squeezing together, making his penis twitch at the subtle movement. He really did want to see her ideas, but passing up an opportunity to see her in her natural state as well was too tempting, he simply could not. She can't be surprised, it was basically an invitation to do so.
"Yes, you can stop by. I'll set up everything, you don't have to worry about anything, Mr. Beckham." Diamond clasped her well manicured hands together, french tips done on her nails, he'd noticed, he had a thing for dainty hands, they seemed to leave just the right scratches to remember them by.
"Can't wait to see you. Is your number your main one?"
"Mhm, I only have the one. I'll send you my address now?" Pulling out her phone she texted him for the first time other than to tell him that she could make it when a coworker called in sick. "Aaaaand, it's done. T-thank you, Mr. Beckham." She even bowed a little, shows how high she holds him on her list of important people.
"I'll see you...tomorrow? I know Young people have lots of places to be on a Saturday, but-"
"It's fine, Mr. Beckham." She returned the most genuine smile. The kind of smile that made him want a few little ones that shared the same kind. Right in the heart.
"See you then, Diamond." He watched her nearly skip away back to her desk, on a high just after their little talk.
