Lyn couldn't wait to get to home. She ran up the stairs and into her apartment building. On the way to her door she quickly knocked on Ryan's door and proceeded to unlock her own, only to throw her stuff down on the floor. She was out of breath. She practically ran home from her meeting with Ann. She probably would have made it back sooner if it hadn't been for the subway slowing her down.
"This is the best work I've seen from you yet. Be proud."
She never thought she would hear those words out of Ann's mouth. Ann was a hard ass and hearing that made her day. She had to tell Ryan.
"Ryan!" Lyn yelled followed by a series of knocks. She knew he was home this was his day off and she could hear the television. "Ry! I'm coming in."
Lyn used her emergency key to his apartment to let herself in. He gave it to her as a 'just in case emergency' type of thing since she was new and on her own and to her this qualified as an emergency. She opened the door to his apartment. She loved his apartment, it was bright clean and welcoming. It actually looked lived in, whereas hers still had unpacked boxes in the corners, but in her defense at least she had a sofa.
"Ryan?" He wasn't in the living room or in the kitchen. The television was on the music channel. She walked further into his apartment and to his bedroom. She thought that maybe he was asleep or something, but what she saw was the last thing she expected to see.
Ryan was shirtless, on his knees with his face buried between the thighs of a leggy blonde. The girl shrieked. Lyn jumped, "Oh god...Sorry!" She ran out of his apartment with her eyes closed running into everything in her path. She couldn't believe what she saw.
Ryan laughed.
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"The Joelman account meeting has been moved. Instead of next month we are having it tomorrow in Texas. Start getting together the..."
"Sir, you have..." When she realized her mistake it was too late.
"I have to take care of something; I'll send you the memo." He hung up the phone and looked over at his secretary, "In my office. Now." He hissed through a clenched jaw.
The young lady walked into the dark room for the second time ever. The other time she was in there was when he was working late. He told her to get naked and bend over. When he was finished, he told her to get out and hold his calls.
He stalked in behind her and sat back in his chair. She stood in front of him and fidgeted with the tail of her too tight, too revealing shirt. He sat in silence looking at her. Her clothes were inappropriate. In fact, every secretary he ever had, dressed as if his office was a nightclub hoping to catch his attention. He was debating whether or not he should make her bend over one last time before he fired her...just because he felt like it, but he didn't want to give her the wrong impression. Her being fired was nonnegotiable. He didn't ask much of his secretaries, but none of them seemed to get it right. This would be his seventh one in three months. He wished they didn't send him the young stupid ones who are too busy trying to get into his bed than they are at answering phones.
"Shelly you are a secretary, correct?"
"I was just..."
"Yes or no, Shelly?" He was staring daggers into her, trying very hard to keep his anger down.
"Yes sir."
"That means you work for me...correct?"
"Yes sir."
"Did they tell you the rules when you were hired?"
"Yes sir, but..."
He cut her off. "How many rules are there, Shelly?"
"Three, sir."
"What is my number one rule?"
"Never to interrupt you...ever."
"You broke that rule. Get out. You're fired."
"But...You cant!..."
In the same hushed tone he stood up, laid his palms flat on his desk and said, "I won't say it twice."
She ran out of his office crying. He scoffed, disgusted at the young woman's overflow of emotions. Immediately after, Pierce picked up his phone and dialed HR, someone was going to get an earful.
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Jaylyn was startled out of her sleep by a series of rapid knocks at her apartment door. She jumped out of her bed, grabbed a bat and inched towards the door. It was three in the morning, who could possibly be knocking on her door this late and for what reason? Someone was going to get a beat down or an earful or curse words.
"Jay, it's me. Open up."
She exhaled with relief and unlocked the door. Ryan stepped in.
"What the fuck? Who did you think I was?" He said looking at the bat clutched in her hands throwing his own hands up in surrender.
"Shut up I was asleep. I was just being safe, but do that shit again and next time I'll be using this bat."
"You know it turns me on when you get all dominatrix on me. Why were you asleep? I thought we were going out?"
"I was tired and I haven't heard from you since...uh, you know. I'm sorry about that by the way. I shouldn't have let myself in."
"It's forgotten. Don't worry about it." He said with his gaze trained on her.
"What happened to Stevie?"
"That was Stevie."
She didn't try to hide the surprise when her eyes widened. "I thought Stevie was a man?"
"She is very much a woman...you saw." He said teasing her.
"So you really are bisexual?" She was talking to herself now.
"Is that a problem for you?" He said with an amused look dancing across his face.
"No. Do your thing. Why would it be a problem for me?" She was trying to be nonchalant.
He narrowed his eyes at her and smiled. "Put on some clothes and let's go eat."
She blushed fiercely at his last statement for two reasons. First she was directly reminded of him on his knees tongue deep in pussy. She couldn't imagine him being able to eat anything after that feast...Even if it had been days. Secondly she looked down at herself and realized she was nearly naked, wearing only a nearly see through nighty that barely made it to the middle of her thighs.
"You could have said something, loser." She crossed her arms over her chest.
"Why? I was enjoying it." Ryan watched her scurry out of the room and laughed on his way to her bathroom to adjust himself. "Where do you want to go, beautiful? Your choice."
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When they walked into the diner they were soon shown to their seats. Lyn ordered her favorite, a strawberry waffle, t-bone steak, coffee, apple juice and French fries. Ryan ordered a salad, hamburger, scrambled eggs, French toast with an iced tea. They sat the first ten minutes in silence stuffing their faces and sharing food.
Breaking the silence Ryan says, "Jay, you never told me why you came over in the first place."
"Oh! That's right. So you know how I had to spend the week writing?" He nodded. "Well soon after you left it all started coming to me and I couldn't stop typing. I changed the direction of the story, but I nearly finished it. I'm going to make the date after all." She was nearly squealing.
"What did Ann say?" He loved watching her excitement. It was infectious. He never truly understood how a woman like her was alone.
"That's the good part. She said that it was my best work yet!" Lyn was barely able to contain her excitement.
"I knew you could do it. Did you come up with a title?"
He caught her off guard. The thought never once crossed her mind.
"Umm. No, but it has to be catchy...something vague and revealing all at the same time." She instantly went into deep thought.
"I'm happy for you, beautiful."
"Thanks Ry. Now all I need is a man to keep me up all night long and my life will be complete. It seem like all the men I find want more than I am willing to offer. Where are all the assholes? A few years ago I couldn't get away from them."
"Trust me they're out there, but that's not what you really want." He didn't want that for her.
"I don't know. Maybe it's not, but I do know that I really want to get laid, which is something you're getting plenty of. How was it anyway? I thought you were going to wait with Stevie."
"What made you think that?"
"You asked for advice. I just assumed you were going to give that one a try."
"She wasn't who I thought she was."
"Oh I know all about that." She said looking down at her plate.
"One day Jay, you're going to have to tell me about the one that got away. You don't have to put up a front all of the time. I know you better than that."
"More like the one that ran away, but I'm over it now." She gave him her best smile trying not to think about what she admitted out loud.
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He walked into his condo. Something was off, he heard the television and shower running. It was the two in the afternoon. No one was supposed to be in his condo except for the cleaning lady and the thought of her using his shower had him seeing red. He walked into his kitchen and laid his keys and briefcase on the counter. He headed to the living room to see his cleaning lady washing the windows. She didn't hear him come home early. It wasn't until he cleared his throat that she finally noticed him leaning against the wall in his all black suit, his face expressionless. She jumped.
"Sorry sir, I did not hear you come home. I am almost finished. I will be out of your way soon." Her voice was shaking.
"Rita. Why is the shower running?" His jaw tightened.
"Sir, she was here when I got here. She said you knew. I stayed out of her way. Did I do wrong?"
He looked down at the pretty Asian woman and said, "Leave. Finish tomorrow."
He waited for Rita to drive away before he walked directly to the bathroom, slid the shower door open, turned off the water and said, "Trichelle, I'm only going to say this one time. Get. Out."
She giggled at him. "No I came to surprise you. Join me"
He was irritated. Her voice, her face, her fake tits...she was a serious lapse in judgment on his part. He reached into the shower and pulled the redhead out by the back of her neck careful not to hurt her, he grabbed her things escorted her to the door and put her and her clothes outside before closing slamming it in her face.
"Pierce! You piece of shit!"
He sat back on his bed and chuckled. He knew fucking her was a mistake, but when he spotted her in the bar a few months ago he saw no challenge and he went for it. The last thing he needed in his hectic life was a girl who wanted more than he was willing to even consider. All Trichelle wanted from him was sex and he was more than happy to give it to her, but only when, how and where he wanted it. Her say didn't matter to him.
