Be a Doll(46)

That was a mistake.

Next thing I knew a pair of quite generous tits barely contained by a tight white button-down shirt with enough buttons undone to be indecent for a work environment invaded my line of sight. I frowned and looked up to find the latest addition to the legal department staring at me with something I knew all too well.

I couldn’t remember her name and I honestly didn’t care. I bet she didn’t care either if I remembered it or not. I knew her type. She was good looking and knew it with her blonde highlighted hair falling in sexy waves around her shoulders, her tight skirt suit tittering between indecent and decent for work and her red painted lips twisted in an alluring smile. The glint in her light blue eyes only drilled home what she wanted and what she would be too happy to do.

“Mr. Grimes, I’m sorry for dawdling, but I’d like some more information regarding the company you wish to acquire.’’ Her breathy voice made my blood pump slightly faster and she knew it. “I mean, this is my second week. I’d like to do the best work I can. I’m sure you understand.’’

I kept my eyes firmly on hers, staying away from the tantalizing view down her open shirt. But why?

She was exactly the kind of woman I went for. Easy. Willing. Openly sexual. Begging.

I’d lie if I said that a part of me didn’t want her. Any man who hadn’t had sex for months and was going through a damn hard time with sexual frustration at home would consider such a nice opportunity.

The thing was, the real excitement lacked, the thrill wasn’t there. Only my wife could give me that.

Only Lila.

My stomach dropped as if it went from the fiftieth floor to the ground floor in one second. Shit, what was my wife doing to me?

“What’s your name?’’ I asked, voice rough and my mind a thousand miles away as I remembered what Lila made me feel with a simple kiss when the chance given to fuck another woman didn’t make my dick hard.

The woman’s smile widened as I perceived a hint of pride at the idea of luring me, Mathis Grimes, to her bed or more accurately a wall in my office or a bathroom in the building.

“Julia, sir. Julia Perkins.’’

I nodded and leaned back in my chair. I watched her fidgeting on her feet, probably starting to feel the desire hitting her overused pussy. With the way she licked her thin lower lip I had no doubt that she thought she had me.

Tough luck, sweetheart. I told my wife I wouldn’t fuck another woman as long as I hadn’t fucked her first. I intended keeping my word and it appeared like my cock agreed with me wholeheartedly.

“Ms. Perkins, I expect you to either quit your position at GM Enterprises and never postulate to any of my subsidiary companies or to avoid direct contact with me from now on.’’ She blinked at me, and straightened up, losing the slight color in her cheeks. “I’m a married man, Ms. Perkins, and I believe it’s widely known around these offices and outside too.’’

“I… I just… Uh…’’ she stuttered before she seemed to find her backbone again. “I only thought that—‘’

“You didn’t think,’’ I said, hammering the word harshly as I stood up, towering over her from my side of the desk. My eyes never strayed from hers. She took a step back. “Now, have I made myself clear?’’

“Y…yes. Of course. I’m… I’m sorry.’’ She quickly turned around, teetering on her high heels as she exited my office as fast as humanly possible.

My eyes didn’t even fall to her ass.

I sat back down and took my head in my hands, elbows firmly planted on my desk.

“Is everything all right, sir?’’ Jonatan asked from the threshold.

I didn’t look up. “Make sure that woman doesn’t come by my office again. At the first strike, she’s out.’’

“Duly noted.’’

“Thank you, Jonatan.’’ I lift my head away from my hands and sit back, ready to resume my day and ignore the nagging feeling that my life was about to get even more fucked up than it already was.

My attraction for my wife was becoming an issue.

She let me kiss her last night and she kissed me back.

It was time to get to the next step so I could resume my life.

I had to fuck my wife before I remembered who I was and forgot who I had become.

***





LILA


Huffing, I walked through the throng of people heading toward the elevator I had just vacated. Going through a lunch break crowd wasn’t the nicest experience, even more so when the years spent at Carter Manor had mostly stripped me of the instinct I used to have. That meant I now only haughtily glowered at the people bumping into me without apologizing and said with my most condescending tone, “excuse me’’ while I walked away without another look at the less than polite people way too eager to get to their lunch. Younger, I would have shamelessly jabbed these same people with my elbows.

Finally clear of the strongest of the flow, I glanced around at the cubicles sparsely inhabited at this hour and at the empty offices flanking the cubicles.

GM Enterprises was exactly as I had pictured it. Modern with some abstract art on the walls and a lot of open space.

“Mrs. Grimes?’’ a man a few years older than me called me with a friendly smile on his sharp face. He extended a hand toward me, a bright smile on his face while I took stock of his dirty blonde hair, his relieved look and the smart suit he had on.