Excessica Anthology BOX SET Winter (115 page)

Manhattan Sex God

By
Kiera Thomas

ONE

Standing
up out of her chair, grabbing the thick folder off her desk Ally marched up to
the thick ancient oak doors. Taking both hands with the folder still being held
by one she pushed with all her strength. The doors flew open, waiting just a
split second she marched her slender body into the huge office.

Walking
up to the long desk that matched the doors, Ally lifted her hand that held the
thick file, slamming it down in front of the Big Boss. “This is not going to
work, give it up. She will not even consider any of the field workers. They
might be entry level sex gods but she isn’t even giving them the time of day!”

Standing
there with her feet braced apart, breathing like she just ran a marathon. Ally
had put so much energy into this case. “I’m done. I might be your personal
secretary but I’m
not
doing your job for you. Figure something else out.
I’ve had it. I’ve been staying late, clocking overtime!” Turning on her
polished black heels, she marched out slamming the doors behind her. The weight
of the slam caused the wall of windows behind the big boss to rattle.

Sitting
perfectly straight in his expensive designer leather chair, the big boss could
only stare at Ally. He knew this case was being hell on her, but hey, it was
being hell on him too. He might be called the big boss by the other employees,
but he had a boss also. His boss demanded quarterly reports. Those were a bitch
to do when everyone on his list isn’t cooperating. It’s not like he could have
one of his field workers walk up to a sex deprived woman and instantly satisfy
her. Hell no, these days they want romance, money, materialistic objects. A few
hundred years ago it was so much easier.

Moving
his office to Manhattan hadn’t made his job easier, just more complicated.
Granted his employees weren’t paid, they were demigods and lower level gods
that were assigned when their jobs were created. Everything else, like
providing extravagant living for his field workers so they could impress the
women, fuck them and move on to the next case.

Exhaling,
Reggie reached up with his dark, large hand, taking the tip of his index finger
he flipped the folder open. As one side of the folder slowly blew open, a
picture appeared. Taking his hand he flattened the folder down. Staring down at
the photo, he saw a woman walking down the street. Long, thick brown hair,
black lashes surrounding brown eyes with slight laugh lines.

Full
figure, the way he preferred them. She had big cookies. Reggie bet his big
hands could almost cup those cookies. She didn’t look very tall, pictures could
be deceiving. He was pretty good at guessing. He’d been at his job for a few
hundred years. Taking an educated guess at five foot four inches, size twelve,
maybe fourteen clothes, happy and content.

Looking
over to the other side of the folder he read the first page of the woman’s background.
Claire Bennett, mid forties, divorced a couple of times, low sex mileage,
doesn’t date.

Does
she even have a life
? Thinking to himself, he couldn’t figure out why she
wasn’t dating. Looking at her clothes, hmmm, no designer jeans, no fancy shoes,
no jewelry, not much make-up.

Got
it, damn it the field workers have been going about this all wrong. This woman
is totally different from the others. She’s not materialistic. I bet she
doesn’t even care about what other people think of her, which explains why she
isn’t wearing any designer stuff.
“Damn, I haven’t seen a woman like this
in a long time.” He rubbed his chin with his hand. Thinking how he should
approach this. He had to have her in his next report as being a sexually
satisfied woman, or he could lose one of his field workers.

Wasn’t
going to happen, Reggie worked hard over the years building up his team and he
wasn’t going to lose any of them over this woman. Well, he hadn’t been out in
the field for a very long time, but sometimes if you want things done right, do
it yourself.

Closing
the folder, he stood up, walked over to the full length mirror. Reggie looked
at his reflection. Tall, around six feet, muscular, dark chocolate skin, thick
full lips, black hair cut close to the scalp, tattoo on his right bicep. Women
always considered him delicious, yummy, extremely handsome, chocolate with a
swirl of vanilla.

“Hmmm,
how should I approach Claire?” Mumbling to himself, he turned left then right.
“Claire looks to be a down home type of girl, she wouldn’t want materialistic
things. A hard working man with morals and I know exactly what type of guy she
would go for.” Flicking his wrist, Reggie’s Armani suit vanished. He stood in
front of the mirror with a snug blue t-shirt, faded jeans that hung low on his
narrow hips, hugging his great tight ass, steel toed boots and a red hard hat.
“Not bad, I haven’t seen myself in work clothes in a long time.”

Walking
over to his desk he sat back down. Grabbing his hard hat he gently placed it on
his desk. Staring to the left he noticed his sex god certificate that was
awarded to him a hundred years ago. He worked hard and long for that. He would
like to see the field workers achieve a certificate, eventually running their
own offices in other states.

Each
state has a certified sex god, the only problem is there isn’t enough to go
around. It takes hundreds of years of practice and meeting quotas to get
certified. A few of his field workers are ready to be certified, but this case
could prevent it. They couldn’t even do the dirty with Claire.

Well
old man, time to see if you still have it.
Standing up, he flicked his
wrist suddenly vanishing. The next second he was standing across from a row
house. Turning around he noticed an empty lot with some construction equipment.

How
lucky could I get, I’m dressed in a hard hat, steel toed boots with a small
construction site right behind me, must be a good sign.
From what he had
read, she leaves her home around seven thirty sharp every morning.

Looking
down at his watch, he noticed the time was exactly seven thirty, he jerked his
head up quickly. There she was, leaving her home with a grey wool skirt and a
snug fitting black sweater.

Reggie
couldn’t help but whistle to himself. “Damn girl, you’re hot.” This just might
be what he needed. Reggie had been so busy working he hadn’t had sex in the
last….well….forty years. Too damn long.

TWO

 Claire
walked out of her door, looking up after she locked it, noticing a man in a
hard hat staring at her. Standing still for just a second she couldn’t help but
notice his body. Wow, was he built. Her eyes ate him up from his face down to
his sexy worn steel toed boots. She felt heat rising from her chest to her
neck. She hadn’t blushed in years.

Her
last marriage made her realize that she was better off without a man. She could
do anything she wanted without one, but she did miss the sex. A vibrator curbed
the hunger, nothing took the place of a thick dick.

Reggie
stood watching her, he had excellent eye sight. Better than any human. He could
tell she liked what she was seeing.

Oh
yeah my man, she wants you and you’re going to give it to her.

Oh
shit, he noticed me staring at him, well hell.
Claire suddenly became
nervous, when she stepped down on the second step her ankle twisted.

Reggie
noticed her ankle twisted, before she could fall he ran across the road and up
the steps. Grabbing her by the waist with his large dark hands he gently held
her up till she regained her balance.

She
looked down at his hands on her waist. She felt tingly inside, he had a gentle,
firm hold on her. A safe feeling passed through her. Warm cream seeped between
her legs, she hadn’t had this reaction towards a man in years.
What is it
about him?
Those lips, she just wanted to kiss those full soft lips.

Reggie
was mesmerized by her eyes, she had big brown eyes with long thick lashes.
Is
she staring at my lips? Hell yeah she is, should I make a move?
Nope,
hold off Reggie, this girl needs space.

Slowly
pulling his hands away from her, he straightened up. “Hummm, I noticed you were
about to fall so I ran over here to help.” Slipping his hands into his back
pockets, Reggie gave one of his trademark sexy smiles.

All
she could do was look at those lips. “Th..thank you.”

“I’m
Reggie, I started working across the street this morning when I noticed you
walking out of your home.” Still smiling at her, his deep voice smoothed over
her like melted chocolate.

“Well,
I’m Claire, Claire Bennett. Thank you, I have to be going or I’ll be late for
work.” Forcing her eyes away from his lips, she looked up at his eyes. Well
shit, his eyes were just as sexy as his lips. She felt the heat again rise from
her chest, turning around quickly so he wouldn’t notice her blush she walked
off quickly.

Standing
there watching her walk away, Reggie softly chuckled to himself.
Nice ass,
jiggly. Hmmmmm think I’m gonna have fun with Claire.
He flicked his wrist,
the next second he was standing in his office.

The
oak doors opened, Ally walked inside, “Sorry about getting upset earlier, I’m
taking a week off Reggie. I really need this.”

“Oh,
before I forget I heard Alex is back in town. Just thought I’d tell you Big
Boss.” Ally gave Reggie a feel sorry for you look. She knew years ago he had to
deal with the sexual troublemaker from Hades. He’d been a thorn in Reggie’s
side for the last hundred years.

“Fuck,
the last thing I need is a sexual troublemaker in my state. Where is he?
Manhattan, down town New York?” Cocking his head to the left, he raised his
eyebrows.

“One
of the field workers, hum I think Johnny, said he saw him coming out of a bank
here in Manhattan.” Ally turned, walked out of the office.

Reggie
just sat in his chair, leaning back with his feet on his desk. What else could
go wrong this week? Claire refuses to get laid, his quarterly report was in the
red, he could lose a field worker. Now Alex. What the hell.

* *
* *

Claire
walked down the sidewalk looking down. She could still fell those big hands on
her waist. His grip was just perfect, light but still firm. Wow, just perfect.
She couldn’t stop thinking about him.

Turning
her head around to look at Reggie again, her mouth opened in amazement. He
wasn’t there. She glanced across the street where he said he was working, gone,
he like disappeared. “Huh, that’s weird.”

Claire
reached her job at the Manhattan Bank. The new hot loan officer walked out of
the front door of the bank just as Claire was about to open it He lodged his
way between her and the door so she had to wait for him to move. “Hello,
you’re… Claire Bennett?” He held his hand out towards her.

Claire
looked down, exhaled, wanting to be polite she extended her hand. He took it,
slipping her hand out as quick as he took it.

“Yes,
I’m Claire Bennett, you must be Alex Hades?” Claire looked bored, all she could
do was think of Reggie.

Reggie
decided to flick his way over to Claire’s bank, maybe accidently bump into her,
maybe ask her out for a low budget lunch. She would appreciate a tasty
affordable lunch over an expensive steak.

Standing
across the street from the bank, Reggie stared straight at Alex.

Smiling
at Claire, trying to make light conversation he sensed the sex god, looking
pass her shoulder he saw Reggie.
Fuck yeah, Claire must be on Reggie’s list.
How lucky could I get? The fun is just beginning.

Fuck
this, Alex isn’t getting Claire.
He can make it to where Claire doesn’t
want her cookies played with, even steal her soul to send back to Hades. Reggie
was too good at his job. He. Will. Have. Claire.

Walking
across the street, his head lowered. Looking over the brim of his red hard hat
he marched his tight ass up the steps while Alex grinned at him.

Claire
turned her head, seeing Reggie a huge smile appeared on her ivory face. Seeing
Clair’s reaction to him, he couldn’t help but give her another sexy smile with
those full lips. Chuckling to himself, he could keep her.

Alex
also noticed Claire’s reaction to Reggie. His smile dropped instantly, his eyes
narrowed.
Time to use my sexual troublemaking powers. Reggie is not going to
get this girl.

“Claire,
look at me.” She instantly turned her eyes toward Alex. Meeting his eyes, he
implanted the impression that Reggie would use her then leave.

Claire
inhaled at the suggestion, wondering why she suddenly thought of that. All men
are the same.

It
happened so fast Reggie couldn’t react before Alex placed the suggestion inside
Claire’s mind.
Fuck! Do something fast my man.
Reggie was pissed.

Putting
his hand on Claire’s waist, the same feeling of safety flew through her lower
abdomen. The thought of him using her then leaving vanished.

How
could a man that makes me feel this safe ever take advantage of me?
Claire
couldn’t help smile when Reggie touched her waist.

“Claire,
I know I just met you. I’d like to ask you out for lunch. There’s a cozy deli
around the corner. All I ask is you trust me, don’t put me in the same category
as other men.” Rubbing his thumb on her waist, giving her an added feeling of
safety.

She
nodded yes, “I would really enjoy that Reggie, how about noon?”

“Perfect,
see you there”. He released his hand from her waist, still smiling at her.

Claire
turned without looking at Alex, “Excuse me, I have work to do.”

THREE

Alex
stepped aside to let Claire pass him. Turning his eyes to glare at Reggie, his
face slightly became distorted from the anger rising inside him.