It was almost ten when I finally made it to the club. I'd spent the last hour and a half flipping through channels on the t.v., debating on going. A co-worker had invited me.
I'd run into Carla, one of my junior reps at the agency I was working for, in the elevator as we were both leaving for the day. For the sake of small talk, I asked what her plans were that evening and she told me about a small party she and some friends were throwing for her now ex-temp, Alexis, at a local bar.
"Sounds like fun," I'd muttered, feeling my body warm immediately at the sound of the younger woman's name. For a little over a month, Alexis Benton had replaced Carla's regular assistant, who had been on maternity leave, and for the last six weeks the young woman had been co-starring in some of my steamiest wet dreams.
Although there was nothing overly interesting about Alexis, she was just one of those people that draws you in when she walks into a room. I'd sit in my office everyday, keeping one eye on my open door in the hopes of catching a glimpse of her walking by. I felt like a teenager, but more often than not, seeing the young Black woman moving around the floor doing her daily tasks turned out to be the highlight of my days.
Alexis was pretty, with smooth honeyed, cocoa skin and a curvy frame, wide almond shaped dark brown eyes and an easy, startlingly white smile. Her ebony hair was cut stylishly short in a sexy pixie/punk-rock cut that seemed out of place with the conservative clothes she wore. She was the first woman of color I'd ever been attracted to. At least, the first I could recall.
As the elevator doors opened into the underground garage and Carla and I headed for our respective vehicles, I said, "Well, have a good time. Tell Alexis I'm sorry I didn't get to say goodbye and thanks for all her hard work."
"Why don't you come by later and tell her yourself," Carla replied, as she unlocked her car, a strange light in her pale grey eyes. "I'm sure she'd appreciate it."
"Maybe I will," I lied, as I walked away. I didn't know her friends and it would probably be weird if I just showed up for a party for a woman I only knew in my dreams.
Yet, here I was, walking into a smoky downtown bar, scanning the crowd for a familiar face.
I saw Carla at the bar and was heading toward her just as the band was climbing off the wide stage across the room. As I cut through the crowd, I watched the little group around Carla separate and at the center, on a tall barstool, sat a laughing Alexis. There went the familiar flutter in my chest and I nearly stumbled as my cock responded at the sight of her.
She was wearing a woman's cut white button down shirt, the top couple buttons undone over her small, rounded breasts and the sleeves rolled up to her elbows to reveal a striking set of thin black tribal tattoos snaking elegantly around her forearms. Her blue jeans looked as if they had been painted on, perfectly hugging her lean legs and sloping hips and her hair fell in messy spikes into her face. She was even more beautiful in casual clothes.
As if she felt me watching her, her head turned and our eyes locked. I saw the laughter die slowly on her lips as surprise flashed across her lovely face. She lifted her hand in an uncertain wave. I wasn't sure if it was because she hadn't expected to see me or because she didn't want me there, but it was too late now. Any thought I might have had of fleeing was gone now. She'd seen me.
Taking a deep breath to steady myself and to calm my already growing erection, I finished the long walk to the bar.
***********
Cole Teague was the last person I expected to come sauntering into "Deke's" that night and as always when I saw him, my heart came to painful halt inside my chest and the insides of my thighs grew unbearably warm. God, the man was gorgeous.
Six feet tall next to my five and a half, he had the body of a swimmer. His hair was the color of warm chocolate and his eyes were impossibly green, dark and clear in his strong, tanned face. His lips were full, very kissable. I'd spent the last couple of weeks imagining myself sprawled out on his massive cherry wood desk, my skirt hiked up around my waist while Cole had his way with me.
My face flushed immediately at the familiar image flickering past my minds eye and I reached into my pocket for my money. I yanked it out and slapped it on the bar, turning so I could face Carla.
"Um, Cole Teague just walked in," I said.
She took a sip of her martini, turning to look toward the door. Her face lit up and she waved him over excitedly. "Oh, good! I didn't think he would show up!"
"Wait a minute. He's who you've been waiting for all night?"
"Yeah. I invited him."
"So... He's my surprise?"
Carla looked at me and laughed. "Yeah. So?"
"You said you had a present for me."
"And...?"
"Carla, your boss is my present?!?" I damn near squealed. I covered my little outburst by signaling for the bartender.
"Well, kind of. I know you have the hots for him and since you're not working for the agency anymore, I thought it might be nice if you guys actually got to talk outside a professional setting."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. For a second, I merely stared at her, her honey colored face and light gray eyes looking so innocent. I would have hit her if I wasn't so worried about making a scene.
"Don't look at me like that, Lucky. I'm doing you a favor. You've been wanting to fuck him since you met him. Just be your sweet, entertaining little self and maybe you'll get some tonight."
I had to laugh. I think maybe I had rubbed off on her more than I thought. Up until recently, she hadn't been so ballsy. And she definitely wasn't a matchmaker.
"Evening ladies." Cole's voice came smooth as silk over my shoulder.
I grabbed my fresh beer and turned in my seat to face him. He was handsome in a black leather jacket, grey t and dark blue jeans.
"Hey. Glad you could make it," Carla chirped.
"Hey there, Mr. Teague." I drawled, turning on the charm.
He smiled down at me warmly. "Listen, we're not in the office, Alexis. Call me Cole."
