Personal Possessions, page 20
I heard a small moan come from Elle as she slept along with her hips raising.
“Holy shit, she thinks she’s dreaming.”
I laughed out loud. I repeated the action again, but this time, I continued down into her belly button.
The moaning became louder.
“God, I’ve missed waking up to you like this Ellie-bean.” I whispered.
I decided it’s time to wake her up since we have to be down for breakfast and start our day.
“Good Morning Ellie-Bean”
“Goddammit, I forgot to drink the tea last night, I hate this dream. I’ve got to get up, wake up Elle, it’s another day in hell.”
I laughed. She must still be drunk, what is she talking about tea.
“Oh shit, that’s not my ceiling.”
I sit up but don’t say a word, Elle’s disoriented and she might not remember anything about last night, so I let her grasp her whereabouts in her own time.
“Oh god, my head.”
Elle’s head starts moving around the room as panic overwhelms her. Finally, her eyes come over to me. Terror now takes over her as she created scenarios and scenes from what only could’ve happened between us last night.
“What are you doing in my bed?”
“I said good morning, Elle, there is usually a positive response to that comment.”
“Morning TJ, now what are you doing in my bed?”
I chuckled.
“You asked me to lay with you last night and I must say I enjoyed it immensely, I forgot how much you talk in your sleep. I must say I don’t know whether to blush or feel honored that I make you, hmmmmm, what’s the perfect word I can think of to describe those noises you were making after you said my name…moan? Groan? Nah, not descriptive enough.”
I loved fucking with her. This was a great way to get back at her for the little rant she caused at dinner last night.
“You’re lying!”
I raised my eyebrow as she looked at me and realized I was in fact telling the truth. She saw this and calmed down.
“Thank you for your comforting last night, TJ but seeing as I have to meet you in an hour and a half, to have breakfast and start the day, I have a lot to get done before then. Until breakfast, Mr. McHale.”
I slowly pulled the covers away and stood by the bed. Since she liked the view last night so much, I figured I’d give her an encore. I headed over to the chair to grab my sweats, but I didn’t put them on. I wanted to make sure she got to see…everything.
Her stare, along with her jaw that was almost touching the floor, told me that she noticed my boxers that barely contained my morning wood bulge, and that she did indeed like what she saw.
I couldn’t help but smile.
I walked towards Elle, whose eyes were still stuck on my package. I grabbed myself to reposition it, and coughed a small attention-getting cough, bringing her back to reality from thoughts I only wish I could read. As her eyes came back to mine, her cheeks filled with blush and she knew she had been busted.
Coming up almost to touching her, Elle’s head lifted to look up into my face. This stance made me feel though I was her guardian…her protector; I craved to be that to her. I remembered what I wanted to say.
I raised my hand and touched my finger to her nose as she did mine last night, which I’m sure she didn’t even remember.
“I’ve missed you too, Ellie-bean.”
I stated before I left to go to my room and get dressed.
Though time had passed, I knew it wouldn’t take me as much time to get to get dressed as it would Elle. So, the first place I stopped was in the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. I wasn’t going to be fully awake until I had my first cup and I knew Elle would definitely need a cup with the way she would be feeling this morning. So, as soon as it was done brewing, I poured myself and Elle a cup and took hers to her bedroom door. A couple moments later, Elle appeared at the door.
“I thought maybe you’d like a cup of coffee”
Her eyes went down to look to make sure I made it correctly. As if I would forget how she took her coffee.
“One sugar, dash of milk…..just like you like it….go ahead, take it.”
I held it out in front of me so that she didn’t think I was going to try anything like I did last night. I was being a gentleman and offering her a peace offering…kinda.
“Thanks.”
“Ah-huh”
I said as I headed back to the kitchen to get my cup and onto my room to get dressed.
Opening the door to the suite, I could always depend on my paper being right there, no matter what time I got up. I was always an early riser, so some hotels, I would beat to the paper. I went to the money section to look at the stocks as I sipped on another cup of coffee while I waited on Elle. Finishing up with that, I pulled the new reports out of my brief case that Mary had sent to me last night. Everything looked good, I just always wanted to be kept up to speed with what was happening with my company.
As I went over the last set of numbers, I looked up to see Elle standing there, fully dressed. I couldn’t help but stare.
She was a fucking dream. So beautiful, I was speechless. There was no way in fucking hell that I was going to be able to concentrate on work when she was standing next to me looking and smelling that good. She must’ve noticed that I was staring because she looked down at her outfit.
“What, is there something on me? I knew I shouldn’t have laid this on the bed, shit, give me a minute I’ll go-“
“You look…..You look beautiful, Elle.”
Was all I could get out of my mouth. The skirt she was wearing made her legs look unreal, not only that it hugged her ass just perfect. I had a feeling, if I caught anyone of my male employees checking her out, I was going to not only fire them but kick their ass…wait, what was I saying.
Elle’s scent pass by me made me come back to my senses…
“Oh please, you already were in my bed last night, McHale, it won’t be happening again and that sweet talk is just wasting your oxygen. I hope you’re ready to work, mister because I’m not here to play.”
Elle confidently demanded.
I chuckled as I knew that was so far from what was going to happen, but I would allow her to think that. I followed her to the door and held it open for her.
“Yes Ma’am.”
I smiled and winked.
****
“So, I have two assistants; Mary and Sara who are now your assistants. Use them. Don’t be afraid to tell them what to do and how to do it. Your methods are the best I’ve come across. You and Stevens have a nice system going, uncomplicated and very thorough.”
I stated, bringing her up to speed with what details I thought were necessary as soon as we walked into the office. We were chatting as we sat at the restaurant table eating breakfast.
“Thank you. I’ve tried to comprise everything into what would take the smallest amount of time, but would cover all that needs to be covered. I know how your business men are workaholics.”
I chuckled as I bit into my breakfast steak.
“That we are.”
We ate a bit more before continued talking. I wanted to make sure that she ate something, with the hangover that had to come from last night’s whisky-fest, she needed something on her stomach.
“Sara will show you to your office. She knows you’re coming in today, she can help you find the names of the clients and all their information. Mary on the other hand is fairly new, so you can use her to make the copies and she can help out putting the presentations together.”
Finishing up the bite in her mouth and wiping her lips with her napkin, Elle finished with a relieved look on her face.
“Great, I will need to have a memory stick for each client that has outstanding mergers with you that are still pending. That makes it easy, because I can put all that specific clients info onto one and everything we need is right there at our fingertips. I could, of course with Sara’s help probably have those done by tomorrow afternoon so that we can begin putting presentations together.”
Sitting there watching Elle speak about her ideas that pertained to my company, memorized me. I kept coming back to that place years ago…months ago when woman after woman would become her as though I could only envision her as a thought or a memory, even at one point, I fought against her; pushing her away from me. Yet…here she sat, across from me carrying on a conversation with me. It just all seemed so surreal.
“You’re staring again, TJ.”
“You’re spellbinding.”
I immediately stated.
Her face softened, but yet she seemed…cautious.
“Stop.”
I smiled. She was playing shy.
“Stop what…why?”
Elle laid her fork down and the smile left her face. All joking had been put aside.
“Why are you doing this TJ? Is this some game to get back at me for what happened between us?”
Just as fast as I allowed the smile to appear on my face, I wiped it off. Rage filled consumed me as though I had been betrayed. What the fuck would put that idea in her mind. Everything that I had done these past seventeen years was for her. There was nothing that I wanted to get back at her for and I sure as fuck wasn’t playing any games with her. I unintentionally grabbed a hold of her wrist and dragged her to the back of the restaurant where the restrooms were. I needed to be alone with her, I was going to make sure that she never questioned my intentions again. I kicked the bathroom door open and burst through it pushing her up against the wall.
I could feel Elle shaking. I didn’t mean to scare her, I quickly needed to fuck that thought out of her mind, and this was where I was going to do it. I pushed her up against the wall by my hips. I swayed from side to side, rubbing up against her so that she could feel how hard my cock was.
“Do you feel that Elle? Does this feel like a fucking game to you?” I yelled in her face. “Nothing about me and you is a game! Don’t ever let me hear you say that again!”
I was so infuriated I hit the wall beside her, making her jump and wince away. I felt like shit for what I did. The thoughts of those marks on her arms came to my mind. I needed to calm the fuck down, I didn’t want her to think I would ever hurt her.
I put my mouth up to her ear and whispered.
“Open your eyes and look at me, sweetness.”
I needed her trust. This was not about anger, this was about desire and yearning. I needed to be inside of her…I needed Elle to want me as much as I wanted her.
Slowly, Elle opened her eyes. I laid my lips up against her ear.
“Do you feel how hard you make me, Elle? My cock is pulsing here. My body is vibrating from me attempting to restrain myself from touching you. This has been going on since the first time I saw you walk into that conference room. Do you know how excruciating it is to jack off just too immediately go hard again? Do you Elle? I don’t think you do. You’re destroying me, Elle.”
I placed her hand up against my pants so that she could feel my throbbing cock. As soon as her hand hit my pants, Elle wrapped her fingers around me and shit that felt good.
Slowly, she began stroking me. I had to stop thinking about what was truly happening or else this was going to be the fastest hand job known to man.
“That’s it Elle, do you feel that, baby? That’s what you do to me. It’s all for you, sweetness.”
Her strokes followed the rhythm of my breathing. She started to speed up.
“Ya Elle, fuck! You do this to me, do you see how much power you have over me? That’s it babe, god Elle, you don’t know how bad I’ve missed your touch.”
I lean back in and grab her ear with my teeth. My hips have started to roll as Elle has moved in closer, trying to push herself up against my shaft, her breathing has become fast and heavy. I want to feel her come on me.
I lift my head up to take her mouth. Elle gives me full access. Our tongues fight for control as I am enticed by Elle’s sweet taste. I want so bad to plunge my fingers within her, but I am not going to be able to touch her until she asks me for it. I begin moving my hips in deeper…slower teasing her. I feel her spread her legs farther apart so that the tip of my dick will hit her sweet spot, I dip down and grant her wish.
Elle’s moans fill the bathroom and urge me to continue on. Her hands go for the button and zipper of my pants and I know that I need to hear the words.
“Tell me Elle, all you have to do is say the words.”
Suddenly, Elle pushed me away with all her might, which meant that she knocked me back a few steps but it was my sign that she did not want to continue.
I watch as she silently moves over to the mirror to check her hair and makeup. I’m out of breath, hard as a fucking rock and need release and dizzy from all the blood flowing down to my dick that is obviously going to have to be stroke off…again in the shower…again… by me.
“I’m going back up to the room to freshen up, Mr. McHale, I will be ready to leave for the office in fifteen. If you ever try something like that again, you won’t be fucking anything again for a while, are we clear?”
I couldn’t answer her. Hell, I could barely even catch my breath. I slid a small smile on my face, held the door open for her and watched her walk through it. As the door closed, I laid my head up against it thinking to myself, that what my momma used to tell me might actually come true; I just might end up with a hairy palm.
I ended up doing the same thing I did this morning; I changed my suit and now I was again waiting on Elleny. Holding the door for her to head out to the elevator, I thought I would inform her of what was still on my mind and on my tongue.
“By the way, love the gloss, tastes like cotton candy.”
I laughed as she rolled her eyes.
As I waited for Elle the second time around, I called the hotel and had the concierge go grab my car and bring it to the hotel. Just as we were walking out under the canopy, I saw they were arriving with her. I jumped in the driver’s seat of my Audi R8 Spyder, I haven’t had a chance to take ’er out in a while but I loved this lady. She was sex on wheels and I was not ashamed to show her off.
“What the fuck is this and how did it get here?”
I heard Elle squeal. I think her mind was blown.
“I had it brought over, I thought maybe after work I could take you out, show you the town.”
I could see her face lighten up; she loved that idea.
“Maybe.”
Was the only response I got from Elle...
…I was shocked.
I didn’t take the scenic route to the office, I figured we have fucked off enough time this morning…literally. I would frequently look over at Elle and see her taking in the sights, I was surprised her head wasn’t exploding from big city overload. Although, I could see that twinkle in her eye become brighter and brighter every moment she was here.
Pulling up to Mac-Gentry, I think was the topper on the cake. Elle’s could not pull her mouth closed. She was definitely a small town country girl who had big dreams of leaving but just never got the chance to…how I envied her. I grabbed a hold of her hand and pulled her gently back to reality leading her to walk up the front walk of the building.
“When I was putting together your contracts for Richland Manufacturing I would’ve never put you and Mac-Gentry together. Where did you think of that name?”
I didn’t want to go into a long drawn out story so I put it in a short and sweet answer.
My last name was McHale, I didn’t really want to use that, didn’t sound very professional, so I shortened it and just made the “Mick” longer and that’s how I got the “MAC”. I went into a partnership with a guy I met in college, Greg Gentry. He was a madman when it came to buying out business. We were partners until we became widespread. Greg got bored, he wanted out. He was in it for the chase and when you get to a certain point that chase decelerates and ultimately you’re sitting on the sidelines catching your breath. We were making millions by this time so I bought him out. Now it’s all mine.”
“Aha…nice.”
Stepping into the elevator the same thought from last night’s elevator ride came back into my mind. I looked over at Elle as she stood looking straight ahead.
“Don’t even think it McHale….not going to happen.”
Shit, I was totally busted. She could read exactly what I was thinking. I chuckled as I stepped in front of her. I put my hands up around her to box her in.
“But what you seem to forget, Miss Barker is that this is my company, I make the decisions on what will and what won’t happen here.”
I teased as I winked.
Hearing the chime of the elevator door, brought me back to professional Trevor. I pushed away from her and allowed her to walk out of the elevator first. This was an almost everyday sight to me, but stupidly…I forget that Elle had never seen anything like this, so I allowed her a moment to take everything in.
The waiting area is immaculate. Modern furniture surrounded the enormous space. On the left is a waterfall covered wall with Mac-Gentry Firm etched into it. The water runs over the logo. The base of the wall projects out as if it’s meant to hold flowers, but instead of flowers it holds millions of small pebbles and flood lights that illuminate the Mac-Gentry logo. To the right are two very modern couches that face each other. They looked more along the lines of white material covered benches with one huge roll pillow the length of it.
Between the couches sat a stainless steel coffee table with a glass tabletop. The table was home to one simple black vase that contains three large-pedaled bronze flowers. The chairs were the same design of the couches, none of the furniture had arm rests or backs. All the chairs face a wall-mounted television that was set on CNBC.
We walk deeper into the waiting area to see the receptionist desk right in front of a clear wall of glass with two doors right in the middle. One of the doors has a card reader on it so that employees can slip their ID’s in the slot and go right through, obviously we didn’t have one.
