Hey There, Delilah... (13 page)

My patience wears thin as we ravage each other’s mouths. I tear away from her, panting. I sit back on
to my haunches and glare down at the evil thong obstructing my entrance into heaven. I grab one of the thin straps at her hip and yank hard. LaLa gasps as the strap snaps off. I do the same to the other side before pulling it off her and tossing it over my shoulder. She bursts out laughing, but covers her mouth with her hands. I grin. I can’t help it, everything this woman does is infectious - her smile, her laugh - a piece of my heart opens and pulls her in. I try hard to stop it, but it’s a mission impossible.

She is still wearing
the corset, garter belt, thigh highs, and heels. Jesus Christ! She is like my porn fantasy come true. I roll on the condom that I had already opened, unable to wait another second. Knowing that she is wet and ready for me, I enter her swiftly, making her moan and claw at my abs. I stay up on my knees so that I can watch her. Her breasts are bouncing out the top of the corset, but I find that it’s not enough; I want to see all of them. I reach behind her and expeditiously undo all of the little hooks holding it together. I’ll let you guess what I did with it…yup, I chucked it over my shoulder and onto the floor, along with everything else. LaLa immediately crosses her arms over her chest. I frown, oh hell no! She is not going to hide those gorgeous puppies from me!

I grab her wrists and muscle them up and over her head. She whimpers and pleads with her eyes.
It doesn’t take a genius to understand that she is self-conscious about them. Probably because they are so big, and the rest of her is so tiny. I shake my head and mouth, “Beautiful,” to her. She eyes me warily. Just to prove to her how much I love them, I lean down and pull one of her pretty pink nipples into my mouth. LaLa moans and closes her eyes. I continue to pump my hips as I alternate between sucking on her nipples and rolling them gently between my teeth. She locks her legs around my waist and digs her heels into my ass. I have had enough sex to know that means that she wants shorter, deeper thrusts. I’m on it! I drop down to my forearms - still holding her wrists – which changes the angle in which I enter her. LaLa moans throatily and nods, exactly what she wanted. Damn, I’m good!

Her body s
tarts to tremble so I know she’s getting close, which is fantastic because I’m right on the verge myself. I release one of her wrists and grab the back of a thigh, lifting it. Well, that did it. She lets out a strangled cry as she explodes. Her nails rake down my back and her legs tighten around my waist. I can feel her contracting around my dick and I just can’t hold back anymore. I pump a few more times, and then groan low and long as I come along with her. I collapse on top of her, kissing her languidly. Definitely the best sex of my life. My dick has found his match.

After
we take a few minutes to catch our breaths, and get our limbs working again, we clean up and get dressed. I hand LaLa her messenger and send her a quick message.

Nico #812: You’ve left me speechless

I send to her, giving her a wry smile. She laughs quietly when she reads it.

LaLa #128: Ditto

Nico #812: I have a proposition for u

Her
eyebrow rises up over the top of her mask.

LaLa #128: Oh yeah?

Nico #812: I need more of u. Next Saturday, same time?

Her
eyes flick up to mine looking shocked. Then she looks back down at her messenger and writes back to me.

LaLa #128: Really?

Nico #812: Yes, really. U are incredible & 1 night with u is not enough for me

LaLa smiles shyly and I can see that she is blushing slightly.
My heart warms even more.

LaLa #128: Okay, next Saturday it is

I smile wide, unable to hold back. I have no idea why she affects me so much.

Nico #812: Great!

LaLa #128: Can we continue to text throughout the week?

Nico #812: Most definitely

LaLa smiles then reaches up for a kiss. I kiss her softly before walking her to the door. Unable to resist her lips, I kiss her one more time before she leaves. I stay behind to do a little bit of sanitation. I know Calvin has people who clean, but I feel better knowing that I’ve done my own room to my satisfaction.

As I pull
the sheet off the bed, I can’t help but think about the woman who was just on it. Something happened between us, and I’m not talking about the sex. It is something deeper than that. Maybe there is something to this whole “getting to know each other” thing. I have never met with the same woman here more than once, but there is something about her that makes me want more. Need more. I wasn’t lying when I told her that one night with her isn’t enough. I already can’t wait until next Saturday.  I may be in trouble with this one. Crap.

Best.sex.ever. No, seriously, listen. Eight years with
Ryan, and even in the beginning, when it was fun and new and exciting, it wasn’t this good. I mean, it was always so routine, so choreographed. But with Nico, holy hell! It is hot. It is primal. It is animalistic. It is...it is...orgasmic!

It makes me reminisce for a moment and wonder...What would make me stay with the same man for so long when our sex life was so blasé? Was it because he was my first everything? When
I really think about it, I decide that it has nothing to do with that. Or with him. And it has nothing to do with love. It is the mere fact that I am frump girl, and I always just assume that no other man will be interested in me. That they take one look at me and decide that because I wear baggy clothes, and don’t do my hair, or wear make-up, that I must not take care of myself. Or maybe they think my inside matches my outside. Probably what Nick thought the first time he saw me. Of course, it didn’t take long for him to see past my appearance to understand it doesn’t match my inside. At least, I hope that’s the case.

Meanwhile,
I found the most incredible man, who is forced to focus on my inside - okay, and maybe my body, but not my face - and he seems to be genuinely, incredibly attracted to me. Maybe it’s time for frump girl to be put to rest. Maybe it’s time to go shopping to completely overhaul my closet. Maybe it’s time for sexy Delilah to come out to play, every day.

I settle in for a long, grueling workwee
k. We have three big trials going on at the same time, and everyone at the office is stressed.  I try to put any thoughts of Nico – and my growing, yet very inappropriate feelings for Nick - to the back of my mind, and focus on all of the paperwork and files in front of me.  That is until this happens…

“Nick, your father is on line two,” I say calmly through the intercom.  Being so stressed and on edge, I try to keep my voice even for Nick. Plus, he told me to hold all calls, but I wasn’t sure if that included is dad.

“Please put him through, Delilah. Thanks,” he says politely. Don’t think his overuse of manners is lost on me.

While
Nick is on the phone, I take the opportunity to run to the restroom. With all of the work piling up, I have barely had the chance to breathe.  On my way back, I stop at the kitchen for some much-needed coffee.  I make a cup for both Nick and me, and sugar and cream it for him just as he likes.  I add a little rock candy stick that I picked up a few days ago as a little surprise, hoping to draw out a smile.  My belly always does a little flip when I am on the receiving end.

I head back to our offices and as I approach, I notice that his door is ajar, and I can hear him talking to his father. I don’t want to intrude on his private conversation, but I
am dying to learn more about him.  I know it isn’t a good idea, and very selfish - a pretty dick move, actually - but I justify it to myself, anyway. Plus, I only get one side of the conversation.  I should just walk away. Give him his privacy. But I don’t, and now I am paying for it.

“Yeah, dad.  I know.”  He pauses, obviously listening to his dad speak. 

“I am just at a loss.” He pauses again.

“Yeah. Gorgeous
,” he answers.

“
No, much more,” he groans.  I see him rub his hand against his jaw.  This conversation must be making him uncomfortable.

“Compatible
on all levels,” he says, nodding his head.   Can he be talking about me?

“
Intimacy beyond compare,” he answers and a naughty smile appears on his face.  He must be thinking about them having sex. Nope, not me. And definitely way too much information.

“We talk
about everything and anything,” he continues.

“Completely open and
honest,” he says sincerely.

“Definitely emotionally supportive.”

“Could be my perfect match,” he adds proudly, but with a nervous laugh.

I hear, “perfect match,” and I am done.  With my shoulders slouched, head hung low, I walk away in defeat. I head back to my desk and slump into my chair. Once he started talking about intimacy, it became evident that he wasn’t talking about me.  I should have walked away then, but it was like watching a bad accident. I rubber-necked my way into complete despair.

“Delilah? Delilah?”  My attention is brought back when I hear Nick calling for me, in a singsong voice.

“Yeah?” I say loosely, tryin
g to shake the doldrums I created.

“You
okay?” he asks innocently. 

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” I
ask, trying to avoid any more drama.

“Because
it took me calling your name a few times to get your attention.”

“Sorry, just crazy busy out here. That’s all
,” I add, trying to end this conversation.

“You gonna drink both
of those coffees?” he asks sarcastically.

“
Huh?” I answer his question with a question, completely confused.

“
You have two coffees on your desk.  You planning to drink them both?” he asks again, practically laughing at my aloofness.

“
Oh, um, duh. Of course, not. One is for you. Be right there.”

I bring Nick his coffee and he gives me the smile I have been
waiting for - a day late and a dollar short.

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a bit more Delilah… just a few weeks later…

It’s been eight weeks since I met Nico, and things are going great!  We still have our Saturday night rendezvous, and we continue to text throughout the week. Lately, they have become more personal, like
the time he told me about his mother abandoning him and his father.  He also told me a little bit about his extended family, and his last serious relationship with some chick named Veronica. I hate that name!

I try to give him all of my attention.  I try to put Nick’s conversation with his father weeks ago out my mind, but I am like a dog with a bone.  I have to know more. I have to know everything. And at the same time, I
don‘t want to know anything else.  The jealousy is eating away at me!  Every woman who calls, every woman that he has a meeting with, I watch closely.  Is that her? Is she the one that has him so entranced?  If I see another woman touch him, I feel my anger rise.  I actually get angry!  As though I have any rights to him.  I need help!

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Charlie and I have been spending
time together shopping after work once a week for a new sexy dress and lingerie for my Saturday nights. She also still comes with me to Club M, searching for her own Saturday night special. I love getting all dressed up for Nico. He truly makes me feel amazingly sexy. So I decide that now is as good a time as any to revamp my entire closet – work, weekend, and sexy playtime.

Delilah: Hey, lady! Up for a little lunchtime shopping Thursday?

Charlie: Sure! What for?

Delilah: Think it’s time for that
closet overhaul u been bugging me about

Charlie: Count me in. Wil
l meet u at our spot. Thursday at noon. Woo hoo!

She always cracks me up.
I make plans with Charlie to meet and shop a little during lunch. I have been working for Nick for almost three months now, and I have not once left for lunch. Well, come on, can you blame me? I am going to break this Thursday curse once and for all.

We spend my entire lunch hour trying on clothes and spending a lot of money.  But I am
okay with that because I haven’t bought myself anything in a long time;  besides, with the money that I am making at the Law Firm, and the money that I am saving by living alone and only having to support myself, I am comfortable with splurging every now and then.  

I look at my watch and realize
that I am already ten minutes late.  I know Nick is going to be annoyed, so I stop at the café around the corner from our office and pick him up his favorite coffee and a cannoli for good measure.  This day so far has been wonderful - I spent time shopping with my best friend buying great new clothes and shoes, I am going to see Nico in two days for another round of mind-blowing sex, and I finally broke my bad Thursday juju – nothing can bring me down.

I finally get back to the office fifteen minutes later, no biggie.  I have never been so much as a minute late before, so if Nic
k has a problem, he can suck it. Well, not really, that wouldn’t be very professional, but you know what I mean. He can deal with it.  I notice that Carmella isn’t at her desk, and that is odd. If she needed to use the restroom, she would have done it during her lunch hour. Nick doesn’t generally like the front desk unmanned.  He doesn’t like people getting back into our private wing without going through Carmella first.  I take a quick glance around, but don’t see anybody, so I head to my desk and plop down into my chair with a quick huff.  I didn’t realize how winded I am simply from hustling back from the café.  Maybe I should join Charlie in a run to get my ass back into shape.  I am brought back to reality when my phone intercom beeps. Shit!

“Hey there, Delilah. Can y
ou come into my office, please?” Nicks asks, much more politely than I expect seeing as I am fifteen minutes late getting back from lunch. 

“Sure, no problem,” I respond
suspiciously. 

I
enter Nick’s office and am surprised to see Carmella sitting in a chair across from Nick’s desk. Why didn’t I see her there when I got to my desk?  I notice that she is crying, clutching a tissue in her right hand.  All different scenarios are running through my head, and I can’t for the life of me figure out what is going on.  All I can think of is that Nick is firing her, but then why would he call me in here? And I know he respects her greatly, and treats her like a mother figure, so that just can’t be it.

“Nick? What’s going on?  Carmella are you all right?” I spit out the questions without waiting for answers.

I look back and for
th between them, but no one is saying anything.  I look back to Carmella, and she begins to sob.  I swing my head back to Nick, like I am watching a freaking tennis match, and he just looks at me with pity in his eyes.

“What’s going on here, guys?  You are freaking me out. Carmella, you
okay?” I ask again, and my question remains unanswered.

“Why don’t you take a seat, Delilah, and
we will explain everything to you,” Nick says rather patiently, his hands threaded tightly together in front of him, white knuckled.

This is not the Nick I know. He is usually
blunt and straight to the point. He doesn’t mince words, and he certainly doesn’t “explain” things to people. I slowly plant myself into the twin chair next to Carmella, across from Nick’s expansive desk, never taking my eyes off him.  The silence is deafening, and panic begins to set in.  All I can hear is Carmella’s quiet hiccupping, her attempt to stop crying.

“Someone tell me something,” I demand, looking back and forth between them again.

Nick stands from behind his desk and takes his suit jacket off.  He walks toward me and takes a knee at my side. I am distracted momentarily by his gracefulness for such a large man, but then he takes both of my hands in his, and a sole tear escapes my eyes.

“Delilah, your father called while you were at lunch.  He said
that he couldn’t get a hold of you. He also said that he tried calling your friend, Charlotte.  It’s…your mother… she’s been in a terrible accident,” he says sympathetically, gripping my hands even tighter.   All of a sudden Carmella lets out a loud sob, and we both turn toward her as she breaks down, covering her face with both hands. “I am so sorry,” she wails.  

“What?  What did he say? Is she
okay?  I… I was out shopping with her. I guess our phones didn’t have a signal.  Nick? Where is she?  I need to get to her.”  I stand up quickly to rush out to her.  I need to get my things and get to the hospital as soon as possible.  Oh God, oh God, oh God!  She had better be okay. She has to be okay. Please be okay.

Nick stands just as quickly
as I do, refusing to release my hands.

“Delilah, honey.  Look
at me.” It takes him asking a few times, until I hear him, thoroughly lost in my own head.   When he feels comfortable that I am refocused on him, he utters the worst four words I have heard in my entire life.

Nick frowns hard. “She didn’t make it.  I am so sorry.”

Everything goes dark.  Fucking Thursdays.

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