I pull up to the beautiful two-story brick home with its manicured lawn. I park my black-on-black Honda Accord next to the red mailbox with "Evans" spelled out in black vinyl letters. Today is my co-worker Kevin's 40th birthday, and his wife Alexys is throwing him a pool party.
The weather is perfect for an afternoon in Texas, with its bi-polar ass. One day you rocking tank tops, shorts, and cute sandals and, the next day - fuck you, put some clothes on bitch! I chuckle at the thought.
I check out my gloss and hair in the mirror before grabbing my bag to open my door. I step out, freshly pedicured toes, with white polish in a pair of Gucci sandals leading the way, followed by my long legs and thick thighs. As I turn to close the door, I check myself out in the tinted window. The new lime green one-shoulder bikini is showing off my perfect breast under a cross wrap cover-up.
Beep, Beep. My car locks as I stroll to the side of the house toward the backyard. Upon entering the gate, I can tell the party is in full swing. Montell Jordan's "This Is How We Do It" is blaring from the speakers.
I met Kevin Evans at work. We work in the same building downtown; he is in marketing, and I'm in accounting. I would see him now and again on the elevator ride in the mornings. Kevin is about six foot two, with a smooth black coffee complexion. His dreamy light brown eyes and beautiful smile would make any woman weak. I stood in the elevator's back and fantasized about everything I would and could do for this man.
It was a Monday morning, and I was running late. I was rushing through the lobby; towards the elevators, heels click, clacking on the marble floors. I had my venti chai tea latte from Starbucks in one hand and checked emails on my iPhone with the other. I bumped into someone, my head hitting him in the chest.
"Excuse you!" I say with much attitude in my tone. As I step back; and raise my head, I stare into a cup of smooth black coffee with a pair of light brown eyes.
"Oh, oh, I am so sorry," I stuttered. Attitude completely fades as heat rushes through my body.
"No problem," he states, as his lips turn up into one of those cocky yet sexy half-smiles.
At this point, my body temperature is off the charts. All I could do was look at those lips and think about where and what Kevin could do with them. I immediately looked away- flustered and embarrassed.
Ding. The elevator doors slide open. I quickly walk towards the steel motor car and step inside. My eyes widen with surprise as he steps in too. I step back, placing my back against the wall, as I have thoughts of him bending me over his desk, back arched, taking me from behind with his strong hands fisting my hair and pulling my head gently back. As I visualize him pounding inside me, in and out, in and out, and me throwing it back, my breathing starts to quicken.
"What floor?" he questioned, looking over his shoulder at me, snapping me from my lustful thoughts.
"Uh, oh, um seven," I finally stutter, as my cheeks flush, wondering how long he had been watching.
He reaches over to the panel of buttons and, that's when I notice the black titanium single diamond band encircling his left ring finger. "Hmph, lucky bitch", I thought. I finished checking emails and drinking my tea as we rode the elevator in utter silence. He smelled so damn good that my pussy throbbed with every breath, making it hard to keep my mind on my tasks at hand.
After that, it seemed as though he awaited my arrival every day as he was at the elevator. Somedays, we even chatted on the elevator, you know, small talk about work or the weather. Sometimes our chats even teetered on the edge of flirting. Three weeks have passed, and on one chilly autumn afternoon, I was heading out to lunch. He stopped me in the lobby and asked me to lunch.
"Join me for lunch," he states as he ran a hand over his perfectly trimmed beard.
"But what about your wife," I asked sincerely, knowing I didn't care. I have been thinking of all the freaky ways this man would sex me down.
He chuckled, giving me that half-smile before replying, "Does it matter?"
"Let's go."
He held the glass door open for me as I stepped out into the cold afternoon air. We walked down the street to a little diner, found a corner booth in the back. We took our jackets off and slid into the booth as the waiter came over and took our drink orders. The waiter turned on his heels and went to retrieve our drinks. He returned shortly after, placing our sweet tea and two straws on the table before asking, "Are you ready to order." We ordered and sat in the booth, talking about personal things. He told me that he and Alexys met their freshman year of college and have been together since. They have two children, a little boy, and a little girl. He talked about his wife and family in such a loving way. Little did I know that it was just a front. We started eating lunch together daily. After a couple of weeks, he introduced me to Alexys and his children as co-workers/friends. She seemed sweet, and we became fast friends.
It was a Friday afternoon, and I had a lot of work that I needed to finish before the weekend. My office phone rang, and it was Kevin. He asked if we could do lunch today, and I told him that I needed to get this work finished up.
He said, "OK, but what about tomorrow."
I replied, "You do know that tomorrow is Saturday, right?" I could hear him inhale deeply before responding with a simple, "Yes." I told him that I had a few errands to run that morning, but we could have a late lunch around 3 p.m. He sounded relieved when he told me to meet him at the restaurant in the hotel downtown at about 3:15. "OK, see you then," I answered excitedly before disconnecting the call. As I placed the phone on the hook, my mind began going wild, hoping it was what I thought it was. I could hardly get any work done after that, but I managed to finish it.