Part II (13 page)

He was on top of her, panting and grunting away as he moved inside her. She looked up at him and saw his eyes were closed and his lips formed a pout. "Ooh shit, Sarah! Damn, girl!" He moaned.

Sarah yawned.

It wasn't that Eric was a bad lay; he was great. His sex game was pretty good and his dick made Sarah happy on many occasions. But Eric wasn't dominant enough. He didn't like to pull hair or slap ass. Eric wasn't
Scott.
Maybe that was the problem. She needed to find someone who was just as willing to get freaky with her and go toe-to-toe. Eric wasn't that guy.

"Come here, boo." Eric rolled over and pulled Sarah on top of him. "I want you on top."

Sarah readjusted her position and sat down on Eric's cock. She rolled her ships softly at first but gradually moved into a steady rhythm. She looked down at Eric and saw he was once again enjoying himself.

Ugh. This can't be happening.

Sarah remembered how forceful Scott was with Mariana. How his hand crushed her ass over and over. Whenever Scott spoke to Mariana, she was on her p’s and q’s – something Sarah had never seen of her best friend. She only imagined how he was in bed. How Scott could be dominant with Sarah; whispering in her ear; daring her to test him.   Sarah closed her eyes and imagined it was Scott beneath her.

His hands reached up to her breasts, squeezing and caressing them. He forcefully pulled her down and stuck his tongue in her mouth. “How does my cock feel, Sarah?” He whispered to her.“You like riding my big cock?”

“Your cock feels so good inside my pussy,” Sarah moaned.

“I’ve been wanting to fuck you the moment I saw you.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and thrust upward. “Is this my pussy?”

"Fuck yeah, it's yours!" Sarah moaned.

Sarah rode Eric harder, knocking the headboard against the wall. Sweat dripped down her body. She finally came and collapsed on top of her boyfriend.

“Wow!” Eric laughed. “What got into you? That was amazing.”  

Sarah breathed hard and knocked herself back into reality. “I just wanted to try something different.”

****

 Mariana stared at the Excel spreadsheet in what seemed like forever. The numbers seemingly danced on the screen in one big animated circle. Somewhere, there was a mistake. She wasn't sure who did it or why it happened. All she knew she had to fix it.

Le sigh. This sucks.

"Oh, Ms. Harlow?" Elissa came to her desk. "You have a delivery."

"I do?" Mariana wasn't expecting anything. "Okay, I'll accept it."

Elissa motioned to the delivery guys. "Over here, boys."

Two delivery men walked to Mariana's desk. They each carried two vases of two dozen roses. The roses were in a variety of colors from a bright yellow, crisp red, soft pink, and lavender. There was also a set of blue roses, something Mariana didn't know even existed.

"Who's this from?" Mariana asked one of the guys.

"The card's here," one of the men pointed to the small card.

Mariana took the card off and read it.
To the lady in my life. I love you.
She looked over at Scott's office and saw him standing outside his door, smiling.

“Man, that Jenny is something else,” Richard began as the execs held their weekly meeting. “That girl is a screamer.”

“Tell me about it,” Michael shook his head, “Tawny can get on the old pole and bounce away to her heart’s content.”

“What about you, Ice?” Richard smiled. “How’s the Black one?”

She has a name.
“Mariana’s good,” Scott paid more attention to the report before him than the bedroom chatter.

For the past month, Scott had been subjected to the Golf Boys talk of the interns. They rarely mentioned the male interns; why would they? The Golf Boys weren’t gay. If the male interns were mentioned, it was very briefly about their performance at work and then they moved onto the female interns.

It was moments like this Scott resented the Golf Boys. Not because of their disrespect of women but rather Scott had to pick up the pieces when the co-chairmen were finished with the girls. It almost seemed after each internship, he had at least one or two female interns in his office, crying and blubbering about what went wrong and if there was anything he could do to fix it.

As always, Scott said the standard six words:
I’ll see what I can do.

“Ah, you sealed the deal, huh? Atta boy!” Richard laughed. “Tell me: how are they like in bed?”

The question forced Scott to look up from the report. “How are
who
like in bed?” He asked.

“Black girls. I heard they were freaks. They’ll let you do whatever you want to them.” Richard stated. It was a part of his fantasy to sleep with a different woman from every ethnic group. So far, he had been successful.

“I once dated a Black chick back in college,” Michael reminisced, “we didn’t get too far but man, I wanted to bang her ass so hard.”

Annoyance didn’t come close to describe what Scott was feeling. He visualized throwing the Golf Boys through the windows and see how far their blood would splatter when they landed on the concrete. He wanted to take a wooden baseball bat and crack it over their skulls. He wanted to spike one of their whiskeys with arsenic and see how fast the substance would choke them.

Instead, he remained calm, cool, and collected. “Let’s talk about the Revlon account now…”

****

Over time, Mariana grew to understand Scott’s temperament. While she still didn’t approve of his frequent outbursts and lack of empathy towards his direct reports, she understood why he acted the way he did. If there was one thing wrong with the presentations, it all landed back on Scott and it had many times in the past.

Still, Mariana stayed in her lane. There weren’t any indications from neither her nor Scott about their relationship. Yet, it didn’t stop Jennifer from occasionally snooping around Mariana’s desk for hints. She was determined to get to the bottom of the issue. 

“Rich isn’t the greatest fuck in the world,” Jennifer twirled her hair, “but it doesn’t matter. I’ll be working here in no time.”

“Michael is pretty good,” Tawny surmised, “I mean, he can still get it up and perform. I give him 7 out of 10 stars.”

“What about you, Mari?” Jennifer asked. “Are you doing the CFO?”

“I’m not doing anyone,” Mariana was not about to give even a slight indication on what was going on between her and Scott, “I’m dating someone so no banging an executive for me.” Mariana got so used to lying it became second nature.

“You’re dating someone?” Jennifer smiled. “Who?”

“No one you know,” Mariana quietly replied.

“Say, does anyone know about Scott?” Jennifer wondered. “He got that pent-up frustration and I just know he’s amazing in bed.”

“I heard he was dating someone,” Mariana said, maybe too quickly.

A sly smile formed on Jennifer’s face. “Oh, really? Do you know who?”

When Mariana was younger, she knew how to read people based on their attitude, actions and body language. It was something of a sixth sense. Clearly, Jennifer wasn’t blessed with that same gift. The day after the office gathering, Jennifer kept making sly digs at Mariana, loudly playing songs like “Secret Lovers” and “Keep It In The Closet” and asking Mariana if she liked the songs.  If Jennifer knew something, she was going to milk it for what it was worth and her price tag was pretty high.

She clearly didn't know who she was dealing with. “I don’t know any details. I just heard he was dating someone.” Mariana shrugged.

"I see,” Tawny nodded, “I hope he’s happy with her.”

“I’m sure he’s pretty dedicated to her,” Mariana replied without so much of a blink.

“I’m sure he is. A man like that doesn’t stay committed for too long. Say, that’s a really nice bag you have on a maid’s salary,” Jennifer smiled. Mariana turned towards Jennifer and read her face. “That bag must’ve cost, what? Two, three thousand dollars? How can a part-time maid afford a bag like that?”

“You ask too many questions.” Mariana replied.

“Just wondering,” Jennifer put her hands up in defense. “I’m just simply wondering, that’s all.”

“Well, I’ll put this out in the air,” Mariana smiled. “What you’re doing with the co-chair probably won’t get you a job. But what you’re implying about me will
definitely
get you fired if you don’t straighten up your act.”

"What am I implying, Mari?" Jennifer smiled.

Mariana looked up from her laptop. "Either you're stupid or you think I am." Scott was rubbing off on her. "Watch it before you get fired."

“You? You don’t have the authority, you don’t have the right, you don’t…”

“Scott makes all the final decisions here, not Rich or Mike, in case you forgot.” Mariana smiled. “You’re fucking the wrong executive.”

****

“They actually asked you how I was like in bed?” Mariana laughed as she got dressed in her bedroom. Scott was laying down on her bed and reading as Mariana picked out what ensemble she wanted to wear that night. “What did you tell them?”

“I didn’t say anything,” Scott shrugged as he flipped through a magazine. “What you’re like in bed isn’t any of their business.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t at least give a hint?” Mariana took off her jeans and put on shorts. “I mean, it would’ve been nice if they looked at me in a different way.”

“Trust, Mari,” Scott thought back to the conversation. He felt his blood boil. “They do notice you in a different way.”

Mariana took off her top and put another one on. “Well, you’re quite popular with Jennifer and Tawny. They want to do you.”

“Not even remotely interested,” He replied. Mariana began to say something but stopped before she made a complete sentence. The gesture caused Scott to look up from his magazine. "Speak."

"They know about us." Mariana wasn't sure how they did but it was too late to wonder or guess.

The news didn't affect Scott one way or another. Instead, he decided to let Mariana take the lead on this one. "And what did you do?"

"I told them to mind their fucking business," Mariana said. "And that was well worth the dollar."

"You could've told them if you wanted to, Mari." Scott wasn't concerned who knew about their relationship. Who and what he did outside the office was no one's damn business.

"If those hoes want to sleep their way to the top, fine by me; I'm not one of them. You might have helped me get the internship but any work I put in is strictly my doing. I have enough issues at home, I don't need more shit at work to deal with," she added, "and that's two dollars."

It was Mariana's mouth that often got her into trouble. It was also an incredible turn-on for Scott. She was wearing short shorts and a tank top that was probably a size too small for her bust. He felt his cock harden. “Get undressed,” He ordered.

Mariana recognized the change in Scott’s voice but she didn’t want to play. “We’re going to miss the movie.”

Scott sat up and pulled Mariana down over his lap. He slapped her ass hard. “Don’t backtalk me.”

Mariana loved it when Scott spanked her. She tried extra hard to be diligent with her spending habits and submissive behavior just so she could feel His hands on her. But every once in a while, her mouth ran off before she could catch it and Scott punished her for it. She secretly liked the punishment at times. “Yes,
Master.
”

“Good girl,” Scott smiled, “now where were we? Oh yes, you were about to undress for me, but I changed my mind. Undress me – slowly.” He ordered as he stood up.

Mariana locked eyes with Him as she pulled His t-shirt over His head.  She smoothed her hands over His muscular chest. He worked out twice a day at the gym and was on a ridiculously strict diet consisting of what Mariana once dubbed, "shit I'll never eat."