Eye Candy (8 page)

“Yeah, don’t tell me you forgot to plan something.”

“No, I actually have Jane working on it. She’s great at planning stuff like that since I’ve been super busy with my designs and presentation.”

“That’s good because you’re going to need a big celebration, especially if you’ve conquered the five-year itch.”

“Come on, Sebastian, don’t start with the whole five-year itch theory,” I said laughing while waving my left hand in his face showing off my diamond wedding band.

“Some women are attracted to married men more.”

Just then his cell phone rings and interrupts our dialog about marriage. He glances at his phone, smiles, and then sends the call to his voice mail.

“So, who was that?” I asked being nosey.

“Oh, it’s just one of my friends checking in on me. She’s probably calling only to confirm our date for tonight.”

“Big plans for the weekend, I assume?”

“Not really. Just the routine dinner and a movie date,” he said standing up and placing the cell phone in his front pocket of his slacks. “I just came by to once again say congratulations and hope you enjoy yourself this evening.”

“Thanks for all the support,” I replied back. “I’ll see you on Monday morning.”

“See you then,” he said finally exiting my office.

I spent the next hour or so returning a few phone calls and emails. Then briefly started thinking about the early design specs for phases two and three. Even though it was a victorious day, it was only a matter of time before Mr. Bradshaw would be seeking the next installments of designs. When five o’clock rolled around, I grabbed my jacket and decided to make the voyage to Atlantic Station. I figured I would be moving at a snail’s pace during the next hour due to the Friday evening traffic in Atlanta.

When I arrived at the Twelve Hotel, it was fifteen minutes past six o’clock. I pulled right up to the hotel’s entrance and allowed the valet to park my car. Then I walked through the electronic sensored doors and entered the lobby. There in the short distance ahead of me was Mr. Bradshaw and a few dignitaries from the presentation. Standing next to them, were two men from Topaz Consulting Group. They all were at the bar enjoying a drink. I casually walked over to get reacquainted.

“Good evening, everyone,” I calmly said as the gentlemen at the bar had their backs slightly towards me.

Mr. Bradshaw was the first to turn around I guessed because he noticed my voice. Then everyone else followed.

“Aaron, you’re here,” said Mr. Bradshaw with a royal smile and holding a martini glass in his left hand.

“Sorry, I’m a few minutes late, sir. You know how this Atlanta traffic can be on Fridays.”

“No problem at all, Aaron. We were all just actually getting started on our first drink. So what will you have?”

I thought for a few seconds but it seemed like time was moving in slow motion. It was as if Mr. Bradshaw was asking me the million-dollar question and I wanted to make sure I had the right answer. I looked at the clear solution that filled his martini glass and the green olive that perfectly accentuated it.

“I’ll have a vodka martini,” I said giving my answer.

“Excellent choice,” exclaimed Mr. Bradshaw holding up his cocktail. “That’s what I’m drinking. Bartender, please give this man a vodka martini and another round for whatever everyone else is drinking.”

“Right away, sir,” swiftly responded the busy bartender quickly grabbing a few glasses.

“Well, Mr. Malone, we had a chance to view the Twelve Hotel before you arrived,” said one of the gentlemen from Topaz Consulting Group. “We are very impressed.”

“Why thank you but please call me, Aaron. So what in particular did you like about the hotel?”

“How seamless and clean the interior designs are,” answered the second gentlemen with Topaz. “It’s modern, contemporary, sleek and stylish.”

“I concur,” interjected one of the dignitaries standing next to Mr. Bradshaw. “It’s a job well done.”

“Why thank you, gentlemen,” I replied. “I’m so honored and pleased you all approve of the hotel.”

By now, the busy bartender had completed everyone’s drink and I found my hand clutching onto a martini glass. The rest of the men had secured their drinks also.

“Yes, Aaron is quite an asset to our firm,” said Mr. Bradshaw as everyone took a sip from their cocktails. “He has made us all, including me, very proud we have him on our team.”

“Yes, I do believe Aaron is quite the asset,” said a noticeable feminine voice from behind me.

As I turned around, it was Tiffany who was fashionably late but well worth it. She finally made it downstairs from her temporary condo residence at the hotel. I fixed my eyes on her all black party dress which symbolized power and flair. It wasn’t anything conservative like the wardrobe I was use to seeing her in. This dress showed her tight curves, sexy legs, and even her breasts seemed bigger. Glancing down, she kept the black theme going with designer black heels showing off her red-colored well pedicure toes.

“Ms. Towns, don’t you look stunning,” said Mr. Bradshaw as the rest of the gentlemen perked up at the bar. “We are so glad you could join us.”

“I wouldn’t have missed this opportunity for anything,” she replied back. “Besides, it’s the weekend and I think we all need to let our hair down a bit.”

“With that being said, may I offer you a drink?” asked Mr. Bradshaw still intrigued by her appearance.

“Of course,” she said without any hesitation. “I’ll have a cosmopolitan.”

As before, Mr. Bradshaw beckoned the bartender who quickly fixed Tiffany’s drink. For a short period, we all made small talk at the bar until a female hostess approached us. She told Mr. Bradshaw the table he had reserved for dinner was now ready and she promptly led us there.

“So Aaron, I just wanted to once again congratulate you for your excellent presentation today,” said Tiffany as I held her chair out for her while she took a seat at the table.

“Well, I am just glad that part is finally over,” I said taking my seat next to her.

“Just remember to take account of your accomplishments along the way. It will make your road to continued success much smoother.”

“No one ever explained it to me like that but I do agree with what you are saying.”

We both lifted up our glasses and toasted to her point. Then simultaneously, we drank while she looked into my eyes. The ambiance at the hotel was magnificent that evening as the live jazz band was playing a classic Miles Davis tune. Mr. Bradshaw’s party had the best seat in the house for dinner, drinks, and simply listening to good music.

CHAPTER 9

By the time I glanced down at my watch, I noticed it was a quarter past ten o’clock. Tiffany must have noticed the same by her comment.

“Is it time to return to the wife and kids?” she asked without any reservations.

“Yeah, just about,” I said finishing off my drink. “In my world, anytime after ten is considered late.”

“Well, let me walk you to the lobby’s front door.”

“Tiffany, you don’t have to go through any trouble to do that.”

“Aaron, I don’t mind. Besides, I could use a little fresh air as it’s a bit stuffy in here. Just let me run to the little girls’ room first.”

“Okay, if you insist. I’ll wait right here for you.”

I quickly stood up from my seat and assisted her by pulling her chair away from the table. She rose and proceeded towards exiting our area. When she did, apparently the top of her left heel caught the back end of my chair’s leg. Tiffany’s body lunged forward and her lower torso flipped halfway around while she was in mid-air. Permanently, she landed right smack on her derriere. The incident took all but a split millisecond to occur.

“Oh my God!” yelled a slightly intoxicated woman sitting next to our table. “She fell.”

“Tiffany, are you alright?” I asked as I rushed over to her body and kneeled down.

“Yes, Aaron, I’m fine. The only thing that is hurting is my pride right now.”

Mr. Bradshaw quickly noticed what had happened and rushed to his feet. Then he made his way over to us. The rest of the members at the table looked on in amazement while the gentlemen from Topaz stood up.

“Ms. Towns are you okay?” asked Mr. Bradshaw stooping over us.

“Mr. Bradshaw I’m fine,” she said looking embarrassed having caused a scene. “I must have had one too many cosmopolitans which made me light-headed. Either that or the clumsy side of me is starting to show.”

By now, the hotel’s service manager who was in the vicinity and witnessed the occurrence had arrived at our table. He stood by Mr. Bradshaw bending down.

“ Ma’am, are you okay?” asked the service manager in a sincere voice.

“Yes, everyone, I am fine,” reiterated Tiffany to the small crowd standing over her.

“Ma’am, as a precaution we will need to file an accident report per the hotel’s guidelines.”

“Please just send someone to my room in the morning regarding the report,” said Tiffany. “I live upstairs in the condo residence and right now I just want to go lay down.”

“What’s your name, ma’am?” asked the service manager pulling a small pocket notebook and pen from his suit’s interior pocket.

“It’s Tiffany Towns.”

“Aaron, why don’t you see to it that Ms. Towns makes it to her room upstairs,” announced Mr. Bradshaw taking control of the situation.

“Sure, Mr. Bradshaw, that’s no problem. I was just on my way out but I can assist her before I go.”

“Very well, Aaron,” he said. “I’ll see you first thing Monday morning. And you get some rest yourself, Ms. Towns.”

“I will,” she said still showing signs of embarrassment.

I bent down and retrieved Tiffany’s small purse from the floor and handed it to her. Then I slowly helped her to her feet where our arms interlocked. I could tell she was still woozy and carefully led her to the hotel’s elevators.

“So what floor do you live on?”

“I’m on the twenty-fifth floor.”

Once inside the elevator I pressed the designated number as we were on our way. When we arrived at her residence, she gave me the key which was similar to a credit card. I fumbled it momentarily and then we entered. Her place was completely dark. The inside was only illuminated from the outside city lights cascading in from the large living-room windows.

“You probably need to take two aspirins just to be on the safe side,” I told her as we stood in the dark kitchen with the closed front door behind us. “Do you have any?”

“Yes, the aspirins are across the hall on the bathroom counter.”

Knowing exactly where the bathroom was from my designs, I raced over for the bottle of aspirins. When I returned to the dark kitchen, Tiffany was still waiting in her same spot. I popped the container open and poured two aspirin pills into my right palm. She then lunged both of her hands towards me. Most women think all men are dogs. I guess this was the point where the bulldog in me came out. I grabbed the back of Tiffany’s hair with my left hand and slightly bent her head back.

“Oh, Aaron, I love the pain,” she yelled out.

I teased her by kissing her full and thick bottom lip only. To give her the pain she so enjoyed I bit the same lip while keeping a firm grip on her hair.

“Ouch dammit!” she yelled again in pain. “That shit is turning me on!”

Our tongues finally met and we found ourselves kissing in the dark kitchen. The two aspirins fell from my right palm onto the floor and I used the same hand to fondle her luscious breasts with nipples fully hardened. As I released the grip of her hair and raised her onto the granite countertop a stream of light reflected off my diamond wedding ring. I went to remove the band from my finger before the devilish act was about to occur.

“No, leave it on.”

“What?”

“I said leave it on.”

“Why?”

“Because the sight of a married man who is about to fuck me really turns me on!”

She spread her legs wide open while keeping her back erect on the kitchen countertop. Her back wasn’t the only thing that was erect by now. I smoothly moved her dress from her thighs up to her Coke bottle shaped waist. By now, her breasts were out of her dress and I filled them into my welcoming mouth. As I rotated sucking her nipples I used one of my hands and eased it between her legs. That’s when I found out she had no panties on so I quickly rubbed on her clit.

“Damn, you’re wetter than ever,” I said in a heated tone with my dick bulging through my slacks. “I’m ready to enter you.”

“Not until I please you first,” she stated hopping off the counter.

She kept her eyes fixed onto mine and kneeled down while her hands found my belt buckle. My pants with my boxers in them fell to my ankles. Then she gave me satisfying head.

“Tiffany, that feels so good!”

She made the tip of my hard dick reach the back of her throat. Then like some magic act she was able to use her tongue to reach and lick my balls. It was the ultimate pleasure.

“How does it feel to have someone other than your wife sucking your dick?” she asked while taking me out of her mouth for only a moment.

“It feels good! Now get back on the counter.”

“Not yet, Aaron. It turns me on that you’re being turned on.”

She quickly placed me back into her mouth before saying another word. I was at her disposal but enjoying the view and pleasure at the same time.

“Okay, that’s enough!” I shouted out in frantic tone and pried her off my dick. Immediately, I raised her back on the top of the kitchen countertop where she gladly opened her legs. Then, I took the head of my rock hard dick and massaged her pussy lips up and down without entering her. “Wait, I need something.”

“They’re in my purse.”

I frantically grabbed her small purse which she conveniently laid on the countertop when we first entered her place. Once opened, I found three Trojan Magnum extra large lubricated condoms individually wrapped. I picked one and tore the wrapper off the condom.

“Hurry, Aaron, I’m so hot and horny.”

“Here it comes,” I said as I carefully unrolled the condom onto my erect dick. Then I finally entered her.

“Oh yes,” she screamed out as I pressed forward into her.