I don't want to open my eyes. It feels so peaceful and warm lying in my bed listening to the rain falling on my roof. The little drops create a rhythmic pattern, a song if you will as they plummet and splash one by one.
You may be hard pressed to appreciate the rain. Maybe you don't see the beauty in a sky painted in shades of gray, may consider it bleak or dreary, not me. Rain is the element necessary to sustain all life, how could that be dreary?
My name is Layla; Latin/Hebrew origin, prayer answered by God. I'm smiling; my father very much wanted a daughter and prayed for my birth. Almost immediately he realized that I was more than he'd bargained for; he's often said I give new meaning to the phrase "head strong". I say, be careful what you pray for.
Having the luxury of being raised by parents who lovingly showered me with the finer things in life, some might believe I was spoiled, not so at all. I grew up surrounded by positive thinking and the knowledge that through hard work you can reap all the rewards that life has to offer.
With a profound appreciation for all things beautiful, I realized it was imperative that I choose a career that would allow me access to the lifestyle I preferred. The only way to make certain that I would be surrounded by the people and things I prized was very simple really, I became an Interior Designer.
Imagine having the capability to bring to life ideas and dreams seen only in the minds of my clients. Tell me what woman doesn't love shopping; I do it with other people's money, the best of both worlds.
Early on in my career, I understood without question, that I thoroughly enjoyed working alongside men. I admire their mindset. In my experience men strive for practicality in design, function and color.
I do work with women, strong no nonsense ladies, like me, who know what they want and let nothing stand in their way.
My area of proficiency is in the design of professional office suites. The majority of my clients are lawyers, doctors and corporate professionals. Once they have secured the site I am consulted and duly retained to bring their visions to life.
I am purposely surrounded by mentally strong, financially secure, intelligent men who have a profound appreciation for intelligent, confident, self sufficient women, again, the very best of both worlds.
Personally, I'm drawn to powerful men, with an indisputable command presence. Being directly involved with men who know what they want and how to get it is very stimulating, to both mind and body.
Males of this caliber don't have patience with women who use their femininity to attain success. My clients expect, and rightfully deserve, a professional working relationship.
I adhere to a steadfast rule, my involvement is strictly limited to only those interactions required to bring to fruition the contractual requirements I have been retained to provide. In other words, I don't sleep where I eat. This is a mindset that is missing in many professional relationships. Playing with the person who signs the check never ends well.
Believe me, I have been tempted, and it took all my control to walk away from some very appealing possibilities. I constantly weigh the pros and cons, and recognize there is nothing constructive to be gained by giving in to lust.
This doesn't mean that I don't have the benefit of a very satisfying personal reality. I understood early in life that I am drawn to authoritative, older men.
In my professional life I am best served by my refusal to give in to the obstinate vendor who uses strong armed tactics to gain a financial advantage. My refusal to order a particular desk because he has a similar piece he'd rather sell to realize a higher margin, has been the cause of many confrontations. I admit, I may not have been victorious one hundred percent of the time, but my odds of winning are pretty high.
Conversely, much to my surprise, when it comes to sexual adventure I seek men who take control. The dominant older man, who exudes confidence, knows what he wants and has the ability to articulate his desires, is extremely stimulating for me.
Clear communication between sexual partners has always been a concern. Many loving relationships slowly watch the demise of passion and fever simply because we lack the verbal communication skills we need to tell our partner what we like and how much enjoy it.
"Layla, you have a lovely mouth, soft full lips, and a warm wet tongue, just so sexy. The image in my mind of you using that mouth to taste me, caress me, take me to a spectacular orgasm is a picture I'd love to see right now."
I doubt there is anyone who could read those words and not understand exactly what my lover was asking for. You'll note that there was nothing vulgar or disrespectful in his suggestion, articulation, is a very valuable ability.
I had an early appointment with a vendor on this particular morning. The rain would make traveling into the city difficult so I decided to call a car service I used for situations like this.
It was already past eight and I had to be at the showroom by eleven. The driver would be here at nine thirty so I had to get moving. I showered and decided to wear a dark grey wool suit, warm and professional. Dressed and getting all my ducks in a row made me realize I barely had time left to call the vendor and confirm our appointment. As I finished my call the car arrived.
I gathered all my paraphernalia and was out the door and quickly into the car.
"Good morning Layla, how are you this morning?"
Michael was a young man I knew well. There were several occasions when he was my driver, and over the many trips we got to know each other well.
"I'm fine and you Michael?"
"Good, the roads are pretty clear so we should be in the city with plenty of time to spare. George told me I'd be with you for the day so just let me know what your plans are and I'll take care of the rest."
"I've written out my itinerary so when we get to Glenn's you can map it out."
I handed Michael a hastily written detail of my stops, he was pretty good at deciphering my hurried hieroglyphics.
Michael is a driven, intelligent fellow still in school. He's hoping to finish his degree in Criminal Justice and go on to the police academy. I think he's just what they look for in an applicant.
Michael is a hard working, bright twenty two year old who comes from a good family. He has always wanted to follow in his father's footsteps. Michael's Dad, Mike Sr. is a captain with the local police department.
