“Yes, I’m positive. I want to be with you both again.” I let out a deep gush of air. My body was getting so heated. So keyed up, that I didn’t realize how far down the rabbit hole I had gone.
The nerves in my body were alive and wanting more. Wishing their hands would move, do something. But they didn’t.
“Good. We’ll see you again this weekend.”
13
Maverick
There was nothing I wanted more than to have Henley on that table in the kitchen, eating her for breakfast. She was so damned gorgeous and enticing. I couldn’t get the taste of her out of my mouth, the feel of her out of my head. I could still feel her pussy throbbing around my cock, milking me for everything I was worth and more. I wanted nothing more than to just have her over and over but I had a company to run. We both did.
“What do you think?” I asked Jude. We took a private car to the office sometimes, so we both sat in the back-checking emails on our phones.
He scoffed. “About what, man?” He sighed like he was already done with the day. He was like that some days, not prepared to do anything. We both had our days but his occurred more often. I didn’t mind it though, because at the end of the day we both pulled our own weight.
“You know what.” I huffed.
He chuckled and clicked his phone locked. He shuffled in his seat as he grinned.
“She’s fucking…”
“Cute?” We both laughed, “why the fuck did you tell her that? You know women hate that.” I shook my head, or maybe he didn’t know. Idiot.
“Because she fucking is, I wasn’t going to lie. And she isn’t like other women. You know that.”
“Uh huh. But she is cute.” I joked.
“Fuck yeah she is. That pretty little body of hers is too.” He said, disregarding the driver but he wasn’t one for eavesdropping. And I think we had worse conversations before today.
“Yeah, I agree with you there. What should we do for her this weekend?” I asked him. We were nearly to the office and I would rather not discuss it there.
“I’ve got no fucking clue. It seems like another hurdle right now and I know we are about to walk into even more.”
I scoffed. “Yeah. That’s true. Let’s start with one thing and then tackle another.”
That’s how it always was with the business. There was always something to do, something to take over. I got used to it and so did Jude but sometimes it was still tiring like all things. We had high hopes for the company and still do, but sometimes it got overwhelming.
We arrived in the garage and walked through our private security entrance. We went to our respective offices and I started pushing my own papers. Old contracts, new agreements to look over, past agreements… it was just that time of the fucking month for us.
My assistant buzzed herself in around lunch time when I was knee deep in paperwork and prepared to think about Henley for the rest of the day instead.
“Sir, I have a matter to discuss with you.” Martha was always stoic and serious but she got the job done. Jude and I appreciated her for it.
“Go ahead, Martha.” I gestured to the seat for her to sit down. She cleared her throat and looked at me.
“I have some flags coming up in one particular account we share with Hatchett.”
I held back my groan because the company didn’t know about our bad investment yet. We wanted to keep it to just us because we weren’t sure exactly how it would play out. Things could go horribly wrong and the company would weather the storm, or they could put themselves in uproar and destroy the company for it.
Neither were exactly winning scenarios. The thing about the deal was that it wasn’t just that upfront investment, it was any off rolling and net profits from it we would be set to lose if things went badly. It could end up being tens of millions.
“Yeah… what about it?” I asked her. She rolled her eyes at me, but her sass just came with her job description at that point.
“It isn’t doing well, that is what is about it. Look sir, our profits are down thirty percent with them.” I looked at her print outs and graphic of our sales bar on her tablet and agreed.
I nodded slowly, hating seeing it somewhere else other than my own desktop.
“Look Martha, I appreciate you bringing it to my attention. But this isn’t news to us.” I sighed, leaning back in my chair to shove my fingers through my head in frustration. I opened up my blue suit jacket and swiveled my chair until I had the courage to meet her angry face.