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Sweat dripped her brow. She smoothed her skirt over her nylon-clad thighs.
Slender legs led to fuck me pumps underneath a cream-colored business suit
tailored to show off her every curve. She looked one last time in the mirror,
tugging her brown curls. She tucked one behind her ear before walking out of the
bathroom and down the hall towards Bruce Callahan’s office. Her nerves were
fluttering butterflies in her stomach, but she had to do this. She needed a new
place to live after next week.
Walking past the blonde secretary popping gum, Lindsey sashayed into Bruce’s
office, still amazed that he’d amassed so much wealth in such a short period.
His black leather chair sat against a large ocean view window behind a large
lacquer desk. Two smaller chairs sat in front of his desk. The walls to her left
and right were bare, except for a bookcase that had several file folders
scattered about.
“I’d rather be out there,” Bruce turned to face her.
“Wow,” she let out a breath. His pale skin and hair were gorgeous. His
clean-shaven face was even more handsome, his rugged chin and sea blue eyes,
captivating. Realizing that she was already damp between her thighs, she stepped
cautiously forward. Unsure, she stumbled over the plush carpet, tripping only to
catch herself on the back of one of the black chairs.
Her cheeks flushed.
“You okay?” He leaned over his desk, offering her a hand.
His hand was huge compared to hers. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little tired. I
was up late studying last night.” She smoothed her skirt again, fidgeting with
the hem before sitting down.
“What can I do for you?”
Looking directly at him, she frowned hard. “Bruce, not even a hi? Or a hello
short stuff?”
Bruce turned his head away from her.
Settling her hands on her hips, she pushed her shoulders back. “Do you hate me?”
An eyebrow rose. “What?”
“It’s a fair question, Bruce. You’ve avoided my phone calls, put me off, kept me
away from your office and made me beg you to get this appointment. I practically
had to cut class just to make it here.”
“I don’t hate you, Lindsey. You know better.”
“Then what’s the deal? I thought we were lovers.”
Lindsey put her hand over her mouth as soon as the words left her lips. “I’m
sorry,” She leaned forward, even more heat rising. She was sure her cheeks were
flustered now.
“I like your freckles.” he laughed.
Her lips formed a pout. “It’s not funny Bruce.”
“You’re right. It’s not. And we are lovers. Always.”
Crossing her legs, she watched Bruce stare open mouthed at her thighs.
His expression changed back to the same solemn face he’d worn when she first
came into his office. “First, I know what you’re trying to do. It won’t work.
Money and my sex drive are not the same.”
“Here’s to hoping that could change.” She winked and licked her lips. Bruce
turned a computer monitor towards her.
“See this?”
Leaning farther over the desk, Lindsey nearly had to get out of her seat to see
the tiny print on the screen. “Yeah. That’s my credit report.”
“That’s the report I pull for every prospective tenant before I even meet with
them.”
“Yes. And that report looks clean.”
“It is. But you have very little credit history. For God’s sakes honey, you’re
barely twenty-two years old. How much do you make an hour?”
“I’m in college and, wait. Why am I telling you this? You gave me that job at
the coffee shop. You know where I work.” More sweat formed at her brow. She
fanned herself with a hand.
“Exactly.”
He pointed to another figure on the monitor. “Your credit history isn’t very
long. Running some numbers in another program I use,” he turned to the keyboard.
Another program came into view showing things like income to debt ratio, average
risks and other numbers Lindsey wasn’t familiar with.
He smirked. “You’re too high a risk.”
Her frown deepened. “Damnit Bruce, you can’t just do me this one favor?”
“Look Lindsey, you know how much I love you, but I can’t predict the future.
What if a tidal wave comes and wipes out the island. What if you lose this job
and can’t find another one, or you do and it’s closer to Houston. Then what? I
lose my passive income. Besides, you don’t want to live out here while they’re
developing. Prices are skyrocketing as it is. How are you going to expect to
afford to stay here with an average rent increase of five percent a year?”
Lindsey shrugged her shoulders and slumped back in the chair. Looking at
Bruce made her hate her body for betraying her by getting wetter. She hated her
predicament too. It wasn’t her fault for being born almost eight years after
him.
Her nipples tightened into little buds beneath her white blouse. Her body ached
for him to touch her. The pool of liquid at her thighs seemed to be trickling
down her leg.
“I’ll give you that date you’ve always wanted.”
Bruce glared at her.
Her lips curled upwards in a smile. “I’ll get that cute guy to come with us.”
Bruce’s eyes widened. “You know that I know better.”
“Yeah,” she sighed. “I guess you’re right. I’m sorry to have bothered you,
Bruce.”
“No trouble, babe. Bother me any time you want. Just don’t come looking for a
place to rent from me until you’ve got a better paying job.”
Standing, Lindsey ran her hands down her skirt, smoothing it over her sticky
thighs. Walking around the desk, she hugged Bruce, despite feeling upset at him.
His large body enveloped her, making her feel safe, protected and loved. Beads
of sweat slid down her brow. “It’s hot in here.”
“It’s just you, doll.” Bruce smiled.
With her body molded to his, she felt how aroused Bruce was. “You’re so tiny,”
Bruce pointed out, shifting his weight so that she slid between his powerful
thighs.
She glared at him. “Don’t remind me, you shit.”
Bruce’s arms slipped away from her. He turned, hiding a smile. “Get that grin
off your face, damnit!”
The truth was, she wanted him. Bruce was so busy working all the time that he
didn’t realize when Lindsey was sending him signals.
How many times had she lay awake at night and finger fucked herself to an
unsatisfying orgasm? How many nights had she spent, covered in sweat thinking
about Bruce’s soft touch and hard thighs?
Too many to count.
Sighing heavily, Lindsey spun around, her curly hair whipping around in her
face. Brushing away the lose strands, she parted her lips to speak.
“What?” Bruce had returned to his chair.
“I’ll give you a call in a day or so, all right?”
“Yes. Pleas do.”
Turning, Lindsey sashayed out of his office, shaking her hips with each step.
Bruce didn’t seem to notice.
The sun was blinded her when she walked outside. Lindsey slipped on a pair of
shades. It was too humid outside. Bruce was right; she didn’t want to live on
the island. Galveston’s weather fluctuated from hot to worse and made her hair
curl tighter. She shouldn’t be sweating profusely after seeing Bruce. He was
hot, all of 6’1 and hard in all the right places.
Of course, it was July in Texas. That could explain the heat.
Right.
Arriving at her car, she put the key in the ignition and slammed her hands on
the steering wheel. Lindsey adjusted herself and the sticky vinyl creaked
beneath her. Unsatisfied, frustrated and wet as a river between her thighs, she
picked up her cell phone.
“Hello? Yeah, Lane? Lindsey here. I need a favor.”
* * *
A few days later, Lindsey primped her auburn hair and made sure her curls
were just this side of cute. She applied eyeliner, lipstick and puckered her
lips, making sure they were ever so soft and kissable.
Bruce would be here soon. She’d invited him over for coffee and to see her
current shit hole of an apartment in Texas City. Hopefully he’d see that she
wasn’t just some dumb twenty one year old hoping to mooch off a friend’s good
luck. She really was trying to get out of this rat hole. And if showing him the
holes in the walls, the empty food cabinets due to the fact that she’d saved up
numerous paychecks just for a down payment on his property, and the fact that
the abusive couple next door drove her mad with their fighting, didn’t convince
him, she had a backup plan.
Her cell phone rang and she picked it up. “Hello?”
“Hi Lindsey. I’m on my way. I’ll see you in ten minutes.”
“Okay Bruce.” She flipped her phone shut.
Checking herself in the mirror one last time, Lindsey realized she was being
silly. If she wanted Bruce bad enough, she only needed to go for it. He’d come
for her.
Walking out of the tiny bathroom, she shut the door. Didn’t need Bruce to see
her cluttered mess.
On second thought, Lindsey pushed the door open slightly. She intended on
leading him down the hallway back to her tiny bedroom anyway. He was staying the
night. She was that determined.
She walked over to the stereo, turned it on and switched the volume down.
Picking up a lighter off the wooden table to her left, she went around the room
and lit various candles, the scents of sandalwood and vanilla immediately
improving her mood.
She grabbed a bottle of wine off the counter, hoping Bruce enjoyed merlot.
Setting it down on her particleboard coffee table, she pulled the corkscrew out
from underneath the couch. A cheap plastic pipe that reeked of resin sat beside
the empty space next to the cushion. “How’d that get there?”
Probably the last stupid party she’d thrown.
She was really going to have to give up a lot of her bad habits if she were
going to impress Bruce.
She hated not knowing what his tastes were, but he’d been so cryptic about
personal details over the years that it was difficult to anticipate his likes.
Other than fucking her brains out. That much she knew from the way he’d looked
at her in the past. Except that lately he didn’t seem interested.
She glanced at the clock above the bar. Lane would be here in forty-five
minutes. Perfect.
A knock at the door startled her. “Coming,” she yelled back.
Traipsing over to the door, she unlocked the bolt and started to open the
door. “Shit,” she muttered and decided she was overdressed.
Reaching beneath her short purple skirt, she slid off her panties and tossed
them down the hall. “Won’t need these,” she reminded herself.
Running a hand frantically through her hair, she opened the door. Bruce stood,
his head tilted to one side. His blond hair feel over his shoulders, his blue
eyes sparkled.
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