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“I must admit, I do love when a sista has style.”

“What the…”

Richard brushed passed her, making his way down the hall.

Sista? What the heck is he talking about?
Why is he messing with me?

That last comment had Olivia eyeballing Richard the rest of the day. The men in her office never spoke to her in that manner. Although they didn’t speak
to
her, they spoke
at
her. Their conversations were geared toward getting a rise out of her, or giving her more work.

Olivia was so focused on Richard she could barely eat her lunch without taking peeks at him. Their meeting finally ended after three. By then, she yearned to get away. Those stuffy men were on her last nerves. Everything was the president’s fault, and nothing got resolved.

The elevator opened. She hopped on, leaned up on the back wall, and closed her eyes.

“Surely, I didn’t bore you that much.”

Olivia opened one eye to see a pair of gray ones looking back at her.

“Richard, of course not. It was the three before you and the two after,” she let slip.

“I like your honesty. They’re rather boring to me as well.”

“About your sista comment earlier…”

The elevator opened.

“Well, here’s my floor. I’d love to see you around dinner time,” he said.

“I have plans, sorry.”

“Lucky guy.” He stepped out and let the door close.

Richard confused her more and more by the minute.

After a hot shower, Olivia, still in her bath towel, sat in front of her laptop. She entered Richard’s name and pulled up some information.

Marketing Director next inline to be the CEO to one of the largest insurance companies in the United States…made the Forbes 500 List for the 5
th
year in a row…the company is headed by CEO Edward Lawson and his legacy Richard Lawson…his mother is German and his father Italian.

Go figure. His dad is the CEO and he’s Italian.

Olivia still wasn’t going to dinner with him. She looked up the directions for the Jazz Club where she was supposed to be meeting her date. It was closer than she thought.

She decided to eat at the restaurant downstairs before leaving for her rendezvous. Olivia had to admit this hotel had great food. Her steak was perfect. Well done, but not burnt. It was so tender she could’ve used a butter knife to cut it. The staff was wonderful as well. She didn’t feel rushed, which normally happened whenever she ate alone.

After leaving her gracious waiter a hefty tip, she headed back to her room. She wanted to brush her teeth and spray on some perfume before leaving. She passed Richard on her way up. They smiled at each other.

Back downstairs, she hailed a cab. As soon as her butt hit the leather seat, the driver pulled off. With each turn, she was thrown across the back seat despite her seat belt. He swerved in and out the traffic. Olivia hoped every cab driver in the city didn’t drive like he did.

“I’m not in a rush.” She braced herself by holding the door handle.

The driver either didn’t care or didn’t understand her. A bulletproof glass separated them.

By the time he pulled up in front of the club, she was on the verge of suffering from motion sickness. Her head was spinning. She got out and paid him. He peeled off in search of his next victim.

The club looked very small from the outside, almost like a hole in the wall. Surprisingly, there were several people outside waiting to get in. She walked over to them. Her fingers flew over her phone keys as she sent a text to her date to let him know she’d arrived.

Find a table. I’m a few minutes away.

Inside, a hostess led her to a table in the far right corner of the club. If she had a choice, she’d be more in the center, but the club was packed. A local musician was performing, and he was good.

The waitress took her order and returned in no time. Olivia took in the décor. The place was cozy with simple but elegant decorations of purple and ivory. Music notes and photos of jazz legends past adorned the walls. She sat there a few minutes, enjoying the music, and sipping on her drink until she saw someone familiar heading in her direction.

What the heck is he doing here?

“Is this seat taken?” Richard asked. Being the only white person in the place, he stood out.

“Not at the moment, but I
am
waiting on someone.”

He needed to leave before her date showed. Richard was making her uncomfortable.

“You sure he’s not here now?”

“I doubt it.”

“You mean you aren’t ShyGirl?”

The liquid from Olivia’s drink caught in her throat, and she coughed. This couldn’t be right. It had to be some sort of joke. She was waiting for a guy named Chris.
A black guy.

“There’s no way I could’ve mistaken those pretty brown eyes. I knew it was you the moment I saw you sitting at the bar. I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t want to scare you off.”

Finally finding her voice, she said, “I think I need to leave. This was a mistake. I thought I was meeting a black…I mean someone named Chris.” Embarrassment had set in.

She had a discreet profile—someone had to be her friend in order to see it. All of Olivia’s photos were head shots. Richard had body pictures, not head shots, and what a lovely body it was. She knew he had an eagle tattoo on his back right shoulder and that his member curved to the left. What she didn’t know was what his face looked like. His tan was so dark she assumed he was biracial—black and white. She’d never dated anyone who wasn’t black, anyone she worked with, and definitely not next in line to be CEO!

Her heart raced and she adjusted herself in her seat. Olivia’s eyes went from him to the door then back to him.

She stood up to leave. Richard placed his hand on hers. His touch sent chills throughout her body.

“Olivia, don’t leave. It’s okay. Let’s at least enjoy the evening.”

She was already there and even if she left he’d still know she was ShyGirl. What could listening to jazz music with him hurt?

“Okay.” She sat down. “Hold on. I thought your name was Chris. What about those messages you sent me earlier? How the heck did you do that when you were in front of us speaking?”

He laughed. “Slow down. Chris is my middle name. It’s not like ShyGirl is your real name.”

She nodded.

“I sent those messages on the break we had right before I began speaking. I guess with the bad reception in the conference area it was delayed. Believe me, I didn’t plan for you to get those in the middle of me speaking. I must admit I did enjoy the look on your face.”

“That was evil.” She glared at him. “We’re both here now. Go ahead and take a seat.”

He slid into the chair next to her. His arm bumped her, sending a chill up her spine. She shivered.

“Are you cold?”

“No, I’m okay. I just need another drink.”

The things they had said to each other danced through her mind as Richard caught the waitress walking past them. “And to make you cum…” was on the top of the list. Her eyes wandered to his lips as he spoke to the waitress. They were nice and full.

“The lady will have?”

“A long island ice tea.” She needed something a lot stronger than the wine she currently sipped on.

“And Liquor 43 for me please, thank you.”

She admired how he was so comfortable. It was always the opposite for her. Whenever she walked in a room and realized she was the only black person, feelings of doubt set in. Olivia had to say something. Talking helped to calm her nerves. “Do you come here often?”

“Only on business trips.”

“Do you always take your women here?”

“I’ve always come alone. Believe it or not, this is my first time following through with someo
ne I chatted with on the site. I dated on the internet years ago, and every woman I met looked nothing like the pictures I saw. They were either forty or fifty pounds heavier or, it was really their cousin on the picture instead of them. I had no intentions of actually meeting you either, but once I saw you in person, I had to.”

The waitress interrupted by placing their drinks on the table. She took a long swallow while Richard paid.

“Why does someone who looks like you use the adult site anyway? I’d think women would be throwing themselves at you.”

“I could ask you the same. The fact is I work a lot. I’ve tried to date here and there, but I’m not ready for a relationship right now. My ex-fiancé and I went through a bad breakup, and I just don’t really feel like dealing with anyone else on that level right now.”

“Good enough for me.” Olivia steered clear of that conversation. She didn’t want to get into her personal life.

After a few more drinks, she was tipsy. Richard turned out to be fun. His title no longer bothered her
and she was getting used to his lack of pigment. They laughed and joked about some of the other people at their meetings.

“I have no idea how half of them were even in upper management,” Richard said.

“The same way my boss is. He couldn’t manage himself out of a paper bag.” She laughed.

She’d relaxed and was really enjoying herself. In the midst of conversation Richard’s hand found its way to resting on her thigh. As they spoke, he inched it up further. Olivia squirmed a little but didn’t remove his hand. She welcomed his warm touch.

The place was dimly lit. No one could see under the table. All the other tables were in front of theirs, and they were facing forward. Richard pushed her skirt up. He rubbed against her thong before moving it to the side.

Olivia let out a soft moan.

He rubbed her bud with his index finger. It wasn’t long before her juices were flowing.

“Let’s go outside,” Richard whispered. He left money for the waitress and led her toward the door. Once outside, he pulled her to the side of the building, opposite the parking lot and away from the street light. He pushed her against the wall and dropped to his knees. Richard put his head under her skirt and did exactly what he said he would do in the text messages.

His tongue lapped at her pearl. She’d never had anyone do it so well. Olivia opened her legs a little further. His tongue moved from her pearl to her hole. He pumped it inside.

“Oh, baby!” she cried.

“This black pussy tastes so good,” he said between slurps.

His tongue circled her clit, vibrating against it. Richard licked her sweetness until she felt the tingling sensation from deep within.

“That’s it, cum for me,” he demanded. He grabbed her ass and held her tight, working his tongue with lightning speed.

“Oh…shit…it’s…oh!” She released her passion on him.

Richard stood and put his lips to hers, making her taste her own juices. Olivia’s inhibitions fell to the wayside as their tongues danced.

She pushed his face away from hers. The liquor giving her courage, she grabbed his shaft and pulling him toward her. Taking it in her mouth, she sucked it like a pro. This was the second one she’d ever had, but she worked it like she’d done dozens. Unlike Travis, Richard didn’t force it down her throat. He let her do as she pleased.

Olivia maneuvered his shaft in and out her mouth while stroking the length of it with her hand.

“Yes, baby. Take it. Take it all.” He was moaning just as loud as she had been when the tables were turned.

“You like it?” She looked up at him.

“I need to feel the inside of you.”

She took him deep in her mouth, going as far as she could, then released. Wiping her mouth, she stood and watched him pull a condom out his pocket. Richard slid it on as she lifted her leg, wrapping it around his waist. He guided himself inside of her. His member was bigger than she was used to, but she took it with pleasure.

He gave it to her, right there against the side of the building. Olivia was on a high. Never had sex brought her so much pleasure. She had to admit, she’d wanted him just as bad as Richard wanted her.

Their bodies worked in unison. She met him stroke for stroke.

“You feel so good,” he said, nuzzling against her neck. “If I could’ve I would’ve bent you over one of the conference tables.”

“Bend me over now.”

He pulled out and spun her around. Placing his hands on hers, he held them against the wall as he entered her from behind. She bit her lip in an attempt to avoid crying out. Standing doggie style, he took her to the point of ecstasy. She came with him inside her. Her body convulsed, and he held her tight, never wavering from his thrusts.

Voices could be heard exiting the building. They drowned out Richard’s moans as he came.

“It’s been so long,” he said between deep breaths.

They lay against the wall, spent. She pulled down her skirt while he pulled up his pants.

Euphoria and her buzz began to subside. Olivia was overcome with regret. She’d just had sex with one of her company’s directors.

“We better get back. We have a long day tomorrow.”  Olivia avoided eye contact.