How in the hell did I get here? I never thought I would be wearing a black wedding dress and waiting to go down the aisle. I know that's weird but black is my color and I don't plan on getting struck by lightening for wearing white. I never even considered marriage but thinking back to the beginning I should have known it would lead to this. I always thought that meeting that special someone and them turning your insides to jello was complete crap, until it happened to me. I remember the day that changed everything for me.
As usual my anger got the better of me and words just flew out of my mouth mostly when they shouldn't, but this time I was lucky. I was alone in the office space when my temper flared and my anger roared to life like a flame. I love my job, I really do but sometimes my coworkers really just piss me off.
There are a few people that I get along with. Sometimes we play jokes on each other, go out to have drinks, and we just plain have fun. I try to keep things social, but sometimes it just doesn't work like that. There is always one person that thinks they are God and other should bow down to them. This brings me to Jim. I don't like to make it a habit to date people I work with, but that didn't stop Jim for sauntering up to me and propping himself against my desk and ask me out on a date. I wanted to at least appear sensitive and try to turn him down politely, but when I did something inside of him changed. His cocky grin turned into a sneer, and his crystal blue eyes usually were devoid of any emotion suddenly turned into a venomous stare. Someone completely different was in front of me and I wonder why he acted that way when neither of us has ever shown an interest in the other.
This is what brings me back to my anger. Walking into work Thursday morning and I heard him telling that slut Barbara that I was a frigid bitch. I heard his comments about how I was probably ice cold in bed and it's probably why I was single and it took everything in me not to choke that bastard. The reason why I was single was because of Mr. Davin Brooks. He is the most gorgeous man I've ever seen and I wanted him. That thought went out of my mind when he called me the ice queen and that bitch started with her stupid ass laugh.
I took a deep breath, exhaled then walked right past him and to my desk. By the time I got to my cubicle I was shaking with anger and I knew eventually I was going to explode. I took out a note pad and started some free writing to calm myself down and then started my work. As the morning went by I received an email saying I would have an interview Monday morning with the partners to discuss the new position I applied for. If I got this job I would be an equal to Davin and then maybe I would have to the courage to say something about how I feel. The anger slowly seeped from my body as I dreamed about what Davin would look like naked when I heard someone clearing their throat. I was startled to see Davin standing there looking at me with the sexiest smile ever.
I don't normally call a man beautiful but this man was. His eyes were an emerald color, and they sparkled so beautifully. I don't normally like long hair but his was about shoulder length and incredibly thick and looked so soft. His hair was always worn in a ponytail and it was as black as night. He was like a book character, way too go to be true but I along with every other woman in the office wanted him. The only difference was I did my best not to show it. I couldn't allow anyone to know that I had feelings for this man, especially not with my interview coming up, but I've wanted him in my bed from the moment I saw him.
I remember him shaking my hand and in a deep sexy voice saying, "Hello, it's nice to meet you." I was lost from that moment on. His body was slender but with enough muscle to make him the only man in my dreams. I'm only 5 foot 4 inches in height and with heels on I would say about 5 foot 7 inches on a good day, but he still towered over me. I remember hearing once that he was about 6 foot 3, but I don't really know how true that is. I saw his lips moving and I hadn't heard a word he'd said to me. I snapped back to reality blinking a few times.
"I'm sorry, but what did you say? I have a few things on my mind so I'm a little distracted."
I heard Jim speaking and for a second thought back to what he said and I guess he saw the flash of anger in me and he started talking to me again.
"I was wondering if you would like to join me for lunch today."
I was a little shocked at first, we hardly ever spoke except the occasional hello or in meetings when a question was asked and I answered it. Besides when ever I saw him heading out to lunch he always had some blond with tits the size of Texas. I don't think I'm bad looking; I have a smooth chocolate brown skin with my share of childhood and adulthood scars. I have large brown eyes that people would always say were too big, but I love them and they are my favorite part. I also have nice full lips, and sometimes people ask where I went to get them done, I always have to say, "I got them from genetics." The smart ones laugh, but the dumb ones ask, "Where is that?" I'm a little curvy, I do have that hourglass shape that so many strive for, and I don't feel hindered at all by my small breasts. I love them even though this man, the one I wanted seemed to only like them in size ginormous; but they are mine and I'm more than happy with them.
I realized that I was lost in thought again and I said a quick, "Sure, why not." I automatically just assumed this lunch was business related so I told him I would be ready to go at 12:15. I continued with my working, trying as hard as I could to concentrate but I couldn't work considering how wet my panties were. That happened every time he spoke to me. He came back to my desk at 10 minutes after 12 and he asked if I was ready to leave. As soon as I heard that deep sexy voice I creamed my panties again. I tried to squeeze my thighs together to stop the flow and when I was confident I stood and told him I would be right back. I walked as steadily as I could to the rest room.
I cleaned myself up a bit and walked back to my desk to get my things when I saw that bitch Barbara Sanders talking to Davin. She was nasty and trashy and slept with anyone in the office that should could. That is one of my many reasons for turning down Jim; he is the male version of Barbara. Barbara latched her hand onto Davin's arm and I walked over to them and he pulled away from her. He looked at me and with a smile asked if I was ready to go I grabbed my bag and Barbara glared at me like I just took her man before she stormed off.