Chapter 6

• Brandi
• It’s 11:00 on Friday; I’m sitting at my desk reviewing room ideas for my latest project. My phone rings; I reach to pick it up. It’s Gianna. Since Sunday, I haven’t spoken with her the day I realized I not only fucked her father, but I wanted to f**k him again. Not that he’s interested, I wanted to entice him, make him want me. So I allowed him to see me practically naked, finger soaking wet, but he pretended as if nothing happened. I groan as I remember licking my finger; I must seem too childish to him. Of course, he doesn’t want me, the real me. He’s probably known me too long to get turned on by my little games.
• The phone rings again, interrupting my thoughts. I answer it quickly.
• “Hey, G.”
• “Brandi, want to meet me for drinks tonight?”
• “Me, as in you alone?” She sounds skittish; she always sounds like that when she’s plotting something.
• “Uh, Carlos will be there.”
• “And..”
• “Okay, and one of his friends, B, he’s really sweet.”
• “I’m sure he’s cane sugar itself, but I’m not interested.”
• “Come on, B, I’m not planning your wedding. It’s just one drink.”
• “You aren’t? I know you have church bells ringing in that head of yours, probably have our children's names already picked.” she laughs.
• “Ok fine. Carter and Terry, they’ll be adorable with your curls and his blue eyes.”
• “What if they get my brown eyes?”
• “They would be even more adorable because you’re the prettiest woman in the world.” I roll my eyes at her flattery. “Come on, B, just one drink.” I sigh defeated, she will not let this go.
• “Okay, I’ll be there.”
• “Wear something cute.” I frown and look down at my silk white top and pencil skirt.
• “He’s getting what I currently have on.”
• “You’re no fun, can’t you play along…huh? Ok… B I gotta go; I’ll text you the location. See you tonight.”
• “See you.” She hangs up, leaving me to think about our plans tonight. Ugh, another blind date; when will she stop? Well, at least I can still have a normal conversation with her without thinking of boning her father. I sigh as someone knocks on the door.
• “Come in.” Amber pops and smiles.
• “Your 11:30 is here.”
• “Right, send him in.”  She nods and leaves; the door opens a couple of minutes later. Mr.Powell walks in; his presence commands attention. I walk over to him with my hands outstretched; he takes it and shakes it firmly.
• “Mr.Powell,” I smile at the handsome man dressed in a fine Italian suit.  He shakes his hands and flashes a set of pearly white teeth at me which look even whiter contrasting his chocolate skin.
• “Ms.Marshall pleasure to finally put a face to the name.” His eyes move over my body; I smile tightly, pointing him to the chair.
• “Have a seat,” I instruct before making my way to my own chair.
• “You wanted to see me. Mr.Powell, how may I be of assistance.” I ask once I settle in my chair.
• “Straight to business, huh?” He asks with a cheeky smile.
• “Well, you did come to my place of business.” He chuckles and relaxes in the car.
• “That is only because I cannot go to your place of pleasure.”
• “Business Mr.Powell, can I help you?” I replied, ignoring his comment. I have met enough men like him and know how to handle them,
• “I have a project for you. A new hotel downtown, construction is complete; it just needs your magic. I would love for you to put your touch on it; I’ve seen your work at the Klein downtown Dallas and Houston.”
• “Certainly, just tell me what you want and when and I’ll be sure to provide it.” I pick up my pen and begin to make notes.
• “Are we still talking about the hotel?” He smiles at me suggestively.
• “Of course, what else would we be talking about, Mr.Powell?”
• “Call me William.”
• “Mr.Powell, I hope whoever recommended me informed you of my rules; I do not mix business with pleasure. I do not address my clients by their first name. I do not wish to become friendly or friends. If you are ok with those rules, we can work together; if not, please see yourself out.” He chuckles and hearty laugh, which neither annoys me nor makes me happy.
• “I’ve been told you’re a tongue cookie to crack. It makes me want to break you even more.” He smiles and stands up. “You can start in a week; I want your best work, so you need to devote all your time to this project because if I do not like it, I will let you know.”
• “I can assure you I make my clients very happy.”
• “Yes, I bet in more ways than one.” He replies with a Cheshire cat-like grin. “We’ll be working closely together for the next few weeks, Ms.Marshall.” He grins and walks to the door. “I hope you can follow your own rules; I’ve been told I’m irresistible.”
• “By women only after your money, I’m sure.  A toad will look like a prince to some if he’s sitting on a gold mine” He laughs out loud again, and this time I find it intriguing as he exits the door. Amber walks in; confusion marred on her face.
• “What was that about?”
• “An interesting challenge.” She looks at me confused “Nothing; we have a new project starting in a week, please contact Mr.Powell’s office to get all the details.” She nods then exits my office. William is intriguing, but I have no interest in him. Currently, I’m stuck on one Mr.Caputo, and I don’t know how I’ll ever get unstuck. This Sunday dinner is about to be very awkward.
• ****
• I walk into the bar, G and Carlos are sitting at the back, and someone else I approach reluctantly; he’s cute with his Brunette air and blue eyes, but I have no interest in normal relationships and courtships. He looks like a soccer dad, and sadly for him, I’m not the soccer mom he needs.
• “B,” Gianna shouts as I approach them.
• “Gigi, Carlos.” I kiss her cheek then take a seat.
• “This is Adam.”
• “Nice to finally meet you.” White button-up, gel back hair, Rolex on the wrist. Uptight and flashy, he’s the type to ask you a million times if it feels good in bed.
• “Nice to meet you too.”He laughs as I take a seat beside him.
• “You don’t have to pretend I know they forced you.”
• “Hey, we didn’t force her,” Gianna protests.
• “Hey punk,  don’t throw us under the bus.” Carlos glares at him from across the table.
• “You two have been trying to get everyone on your two-week love train.” He replies, taking a sip of his beer.
• “Right, just because they’re together, the rest of us have to be too.”I chime in, enjoying having someone else slander the love birds.
• “Hey, we’re just sharing the love.”Gianna pouts.
• “The world will be a much better place if you keep it to yourselves.” I laugh and relax a little; maybe my early assessment of him is unfair. He may be straightlaced, but he wasn’t uptight. Maybe he would even be decent in bed, but I still don’t want to find out.
• “So, Gianna tells me you decorate hotels and offices.”
• “More or less,” I reply, grabbing the drink menu, deciding I may as well enjoy the night since the company wasn’t terrible.
• “Look at me being rude; I didn’t even ask the lady what she wants to drink. What would you like?”
• “That’s ok; I can get..”
• “I insist; they already dragged you out here to meet me.”
• “Well, since you put it that way, I’ll have a Mojito.”
• “One mojito coming right up.” He jumps to his and heads to the bar.
• “See, I told you he’s sweet,” Gianna says once he’s out of earshot. I glance at him at the bar and smile. Maybe if I were normal, he would be my type.
• “He is.” Unfortunately, sweet is the equivalent of boring to me. She squeals, my answer surprising her, and I know she’s picking dates for our next double date.  Adam returns with my drink a couple of minutes later.
• “For the lady.” I take it, then shuffle over as he scoots in beside me.
• “So tell me about yourself.”
• “Nothing to tell, my life is pretty boring, work and then home.”
• “Maybe I could spice it up for you.” Yeah, if mayonnaise was considered a spice. I giggle.
• “What’s so funny?”
• “A joke I heard earlier, listen, Adam, you seem like a sweet guy, but I’m not the one.”
• “Who says I’m looking for the one? I’m looking for ms right now, not Mrs.right.”
• “Hmmm, how...poetic.” He chuckles, throwing back his drink. He thinks he’s amusing; I roll my eyes and sigh. Why did I let Gianna force me into this blind date? The phone pings that familiar ping; I’ve been waiting for it all day.
• “*Hotel Aldo
• Tomorrow at 11 pm
• No lights
• Speaking allowed
• No names
• Rsvp, yes or no?*” My vagina throbs. Will it be Mr.Caputo? The possibility sends a flood to my thighs, making me drenching wet,
• “Important text,” Adam asks. I jump, realizing where I am, but this is perfect; I can use this and get out of this lame outing.
• “Uhh yeah, it’s an emergency. I have to go.”
• “An interior decorator emergency?”He asks, amused.
• “Yeah, the ceiling fell... I mean the chandelier.” Gianna looks at me, annoyed, but I do not care. Maybe she’ll get the point and stop trying to set me up. I wait until Adam stands before shuffling out of the booth.
• “Gigi, see you at your dad’s on Sunday.”
• “Ah, ok...wait, dad will be in New York.”
• “Huh?”I freeze; my pulsating vulva is very disappointed by the news.
• “Yeah, he told me he’d be there for a month. His flight is today, I think.”
• “Ahh, ok, I’ll see you later, Carlos goodbye.” I shake my head, forcing myself to move. It may not be him, but just the thought of him sends me running for dildo. And right now, I needed it more than ever.
• “Later, Brandi.”I hurry to say my goodbyes so I can go home and spend the night getting myself off.
• “Adam, it was lovely meeting you; we should do this again sometime.”
• “Sure, when are you free?” Huh? He understands I’m just saying that to be polite, right? I have no intention of meeting him again.
• “Have Gianna text me, and we’ll plan something.”
• “Okay.” He replies, looking a bit disappointed, but he doesn’t say anything else. I smile then turn quickly leave, happy to be free of the date but unhappy that Mr.C won’t be here for a month. I walk back to my car and sigh.
• “*No,” I reply to the number; since Mr.Caputo wasn’t here, there was no reason for me to go since there was no chance of him showing up.
• Did he run off to New York because of me? I really embarrassed myself; he must be so creeped out right now. I start my car to begin the journey home; twenty minutes later, I walk up to my apartment door and unlock it. Someone grabs me from behind. I gasp as they press their body against it and shove the door open. The cologne hits me.
• “Mr.C.” His lips descend on me hungrily, like it’s his first meal in decades he presses me against the door and closes it. Diving deeper into my mouth, my head and body feel so light as I melt into the kiss. A wave of moisture floods between my thighs. He pulls away, gasping for air.
• “I thought you were in New York.”
• “I should be, but..” His eyes roam over my body. “ I can’t stop thinking about you” He pulls me in again and kiss me press against his rock-hard shaft. He lifts me and moves to the counter, and lifts my dress up. He pulls his mouth from my lips. My phone falls out of my hand to the ground. He spreads my legs and licks his lips as he eyes my drenched core.
• “No pantie, you naughty, naughty girl.” He bends and shoves his head between my thighs. His tongue hit my core, sending me to climax. That tongue I missed it, he sucks and nibbles. Burrowing deeper and deeper into me.
• “Mr.C.” He bends and shoves his head between my thighs. His tongue hit my core, sending me to climax. That tongue I missed it, he sucks and nibbles. Burrowing deeper and deeper into me.
• Ringgg
• Rimgggg
• Ringgggggg
• My phone goes off; he looks down at it then pulls away.
• “What am I doing? F** k, I’m sorry.
• “Gio!” I shout as he hurries off; he slips through the front door and closes it. I sigh, slipping off the counter. I bend down and pick up my phone. 1 missed call: Gianna.