Losing Control
Authors: Desiree Wilder
Tags: #Romance, #erotic romance, #Contemporary Romance
losing
Control
By Desiree Wilder
Losing Control
Copyright © 2013 by Desiree Wilder. All rights reserved.
First Print Edition: August 2013
Limitless Publishing, LLC
Kailua, HI 96734
www.limitlesspublishing.com
Cover: Eden Crane Designs
Formatting: Limitless Publishing
ISBN-13: 978-1491079676
ISBN-10: 1491079673
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to locales, events, business establishments, or actual persons—living or dead—is entirely coincidental.
~ Dedications ~
This book is dedicated to women everywhere who are struggling, wanting and needing. Find yourself and your happiness and they will lead you to your truth and your peace. Don’t give up and don’t underestimate the power of positive thinking!
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Gia
I glanced up at the clock, 4:41 p.m.
I swear that second hand keeps getting stuck. Well, only nineteen more minutes until I’m outta here for the weekend.
I’d finished all my to-do’s for the day and even started on a few for Monday morning, as I had a feeling I’d need a jump start after the weekend I had planned.
“Gia, I need you to type up a memo for me,” Mr. Evans demanded over the intercom.
Shit! Just when I was in the home stretch!
“Yes, Mr. Evans, I’m on my way,” I answered, trying not to sound too disappointed. Mr. Evans had been my boss for the last five years. He was good-looking, about six feet tall, and worked out a lot, so his body was fit and trim. He and his wife were smart set and vacationed a few times a year, so he was usually nice and sun-kissed, too. I really liked Mr. Evans, he was a very fair and understanding man. However, I was just ready to go, so I couldn’t help but be a little irritated.
I opened the door to Mr. Evans’ office, which had the most unbelievable view of the city. It was a huge space with windows lining the east wall and a dark mahogany desk with a leather high-back chair in the center. The north wall was lined in mahogany bookcases that went all the way to the ceiling and the south wall had a bathroom which put the bathroom to shame in my little apartment. There was also a small gray couch with two matching chairs atop a huge indulgent gray and black rug, and artwork of the most serene places in the world scattered throughout.
I couldn’t help but notice Mr. Evans seemed somewhat frazzled, unlike his usual cool, calm, and collected self. As he hurriedly put things in his briefcase and tidied up his desk, he started, “Gia, I’m sorry to dump this on you at the end of the day, but I need you to send a company wide e-mail ASAP explaining that the building is being inspected for the next few days as we’re having some foundation issues and we’re anticipating a brief delay for the upcoming work week. All staff is not to report to work Monday morning and tell them to check their e-mail Monday evening for further instruction for the remainder of the week.”
No work Monday? A three-day weekend?
A smile spread across my face so big I was sure if I hadn’t been looking down at my little notebook, Mr. Evans would have thought I just came. I blushed at the thought.
He continued, “So, I’ll need you to assist me in getting that e-mail sent out when I get the information on Monday. I’ll let you know. Thank you, Gia.”
“Of course, Mr. Evans.” I managed to stop smiling and look half way professional, even though all I wanted to do was jump up and down and shout, “three-day weekend, three-day weekend!”
I think Mr. Evans could see right through me because as I got to the door to leave, he said, “Oh, and Gia?”
I turned to see him with that light-up-the-room smile he had. “Yes, Mr. Evans?”
“Have a good three-day weekend.”
“Thank you, Mr. Evans, you do the same.”
On the way back to my desk, I couldn’t help but wonder, and not for the first time, how Mr. Evans was in bed. Not that I wanted to sleep with him or anything, I mean he was fifteen years older than me, and his gorgeous wife was fifteen years younger than me, and both of them were really great people. I just wondered. I had a sex dream about him once, but just as he was about to enter me, my alarm jolted me awake. I couldn’t look Mr. Evans in the eye for a week after that, but every time he flashed that great smile of his, I could totally see what attracted a twenty-five year old beauty to him in the first place.
As I finished up the e-mail, my stomach started doing flips. I didn’t know if it was because all I had eaten all day was a veggie salad or if it was because I was so stinking excited to get this weekend started, and now there was an extra day! As I pushed Send, I glanced up at the clock: 5:13 p.m.
***
I got off the elevator in the parking garage and made my way to Frank. Frank was the only man in my life that was always there for me, never expected much from me, saw me at my worst, and still there he was, waiting for me, right where I left him.
“Hi, Frank!” I said out loud, giggling to myself.
“Still talking to your car, I see,” I heard a familiar voice say. I turned and saw Jason approaching from the corner of my eye.
“Hey, Jason,” I said as I tried to hide my childish behavior. Jason was a sexy, smart, rich kid who worked a couple of floors above me as an investor. He and I met at a concert about a year ago and went on a couple of dates. Even though he was about eight years younger than me, we actually had a lot in common. I wasn’t looking for a relationship, as I’d only been divorced for about seven months, but my sister Lilly and my best friend Dana insisted it would be good for me. They both agreed I needed a good lay and he was just the man, or boy, for the job. We had a good time together, he was an amazing kisser, and I gave him an unforgettable blow-job, but when it came down to actually having intercourse, I couldn’t do it. I had only had sex with two other people, my high-school boyfriend on prom night, and my ex-husband, Lex. Jason was real sweet about it. He said he understood and that when I was ready, he would like to take me out again. I’d heard he’d been with several women since then, plus he was too young for me, so I didn’t see that happening, but he was a sweet guy, and you never know.
“Hey, gorgeous!” he said as he put his hand on my arm and kissed my cheek. “Are you going to the rock festival this weekend?”
“Of course!” I said enthusiastically, trying to hide the fact that his tiny touch, peck on the cheek, and smell of cologne made me wet and weak in the knees.
Man, I do need to get laid!
“Awesome! And now we have an extra day off to recuperate—it doesn’t get much better than that!” he said, and looked so damn good saying it.
“I know, what a bonus!”
“Well, maybe I’ll see you up there. Save me a dance, I would love to dance with you again if you’d let me.” He pretended to give me sad puppy dog eyes. This guy was such a flirt, but it really worked for him.
“We’ll see if I can fit you in, my schedule is pretty booked,” I joked.
“I’m sure it is, but seriously, save me one.” Then he turned to Frank and said, “Get her home safe, Frank, we have unfinished business.” I didn’t know if he was talking about the dance or the intercourse—hell, I didn’t care—when a guy like this flirts with you, you just go with it.
“Bye, gorgeous!” he said with a grin, pecked me on the cheek again, and he was off.
Damn, you’d think I would’ve got me some of that when I had the chance.
I wondered if I was ready now, if I could forget all that had happened in my failed marriage long enough to feed my body what it was starving for.
“Home, Frank,” I said aloud with a giggle.
Chapter 2
As Frank and I were making the twenty mile trek to my friend’s house, we drove past the elementary school as the kids were having their evening baseball practice. They were so cute in their little white pants, matching team shirts and cleats. I remembered Lex and how he coached Little League. He couldn’t wait until we had our own family so he could teach them how to play sports, ride bikes, push them on the swings, and all the other stuff good dads taught their children. All the things I wanted so badly to give him, I tried so hard to give him all those years, only to disappoint him.
I wonder how he’s doing.
He met someone right after our divorce was final. She had a couple of kids from a previous marriage and Lex was more than happy to step into their little family. I couldn’t bring myself to attend the wedding even though several members of my family went. We’re still friends, the divorce was civil, split everything in half, neither of us fought for anything, just took our half and walked away like the last 10 years never happened.
