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.
***
There was a reason why she'd never let a man get close to her, she knew she didn't have much strength in saying no. Her need to please and keep others happy a lot of times made her happy, but people take advantage of that. The purity of being nice was easily manipulated and she would rather stay focused on her work, but she knew Beckham was something else.
He'd sneakily let her off of work early for some reason, she figured she was getting special treatment for being such a hard worker. Which she definitely was. When she was finished with classwork, she quickly started her actual work for the studio. Maybe she actually was in the right line of work and university wasn't needed...
Either way, she'd made a trip to the grocery store to buy various things she felt she didn't have and needed. She'd serve snacks, have her presentation, and then have a meal ready for him. Maybe then she'd be taken more seriously, even though he'd said nothing but good about her, she felt like some child to him and a lot of the other employees.
"The way to a man's heart is through his stomach." She said while cleaning her lavish apartment before correcting herself. "Well I'm not trying to get into his heart, I'm trying to get into a higher position at the studio."
After doing her nightly routine she was bombarded with texts and comments on her various social medias, but decided to just stay focused on work that day. It wasn't long before he was at her door, around noon, she had been ready for an hour, donning her most beautiful brown, velvet, mini dress, her hair tickling her open back as she sauntered to the door, opening it with a smile. "Hi, Mr. Beckham."
"I brought you flowers," He'd removed his glasses with one hand, tucking it into his grey t-shirt, looking casual, a welcome difference from his suit. "Your place is beautiful, Diamond, and please, call me Ethan. We're off work."
"OK, thank you...Ethan. Come inside." Their fingers brushed together as she took the substantial bouquet from him. Her heart beating even faster at how close he was to her, "These smell like chocolate." Her nose brushed against the delicate flowers and inhaled even longer.
"They're chocolate cosmos. The darkest and sweetest smelling daisies, from Mexico. You remind me of them." There go the butterflies. She didn't know he'd say things like that, and without shame. He chuckled once again at how she reacted to things, as if she'd never experienced them before. "Diamond you are so interesting."
She couldn't look him in the eyes while he spoke to her that way, she had to busy herself. Finding a vase to put them inside and running cold water into it, she also took one and placed it into a pot with other flowers near on the floor of her balcony. She hoped it grew.
"And so delicate with things too." His voice was heard from the comfort of her couch, he'd found his way there and settled. That's when she was reminded that she had a presentation to start. Grabbing a tray of fruit, cheese, anc crackers, she placed it on the coffee table in front of him, before taking a seat on the other side of the sectional and pressing "enter" on her remote.
She droned on and on about ideas and he could see many of them being made into episodes or added to future episodes. Her enthusiasm returned the more he spoke.
"With ideas like these, you might even take my job." He joked, earning a beautiful laugh from Diamond. "I think you'll do amazing when you give your ideas at the meeting on Monday."
