Slick (3 page)

When Lewis saw his supervisor coming, he backed off. He told me to have a good day and went on about his business. Steaming, I grabbed the phone to call Dana and curse her out again for even messing with somebody so foolish. When she defended him and said that “he just be playing” I hung up on her.

I spent the next several hours getting things organized for Jonathan. His files were in order, his calendar had been printed off for the next couple of weeks, all of his letters had been typed, and even his office was spotless. Since I didn't have anything else to do for the night, I stayed until he got there, which wasn't until almost seven o'clock. He was surprised to see me, and the look of tiredness was written all over his face.

“What are you still doing here?” he asked then loosened his tie. He sat in a chair next to mine.

“Hey, I do not want to hear your mouth tomorrow morning so I'm handling my business tonight.”

He laughed. “Well good, and it's about time.” He closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair.

I couldn't help myself from being so attracted to him. I wanted to take off his clothes, massage his body down, rub his black wavy hair, and help him release some of the tension I knew he was feeling. As my mind floated into the gutter, he opened his eyes and stood up.

“Did Dana call?” he asked.

“Yeah, she called about an hour ago. She said you didn't answer your cell phone so . . .”

“I was in court,” he said, walking into his office. I stood up and followed him.

“Listen, I'm getting ready to take off. Before I go, do you need anything?”

“Naw, I'm cool. And thanks for cleaning up my office. It looks really nice in here.”

“You know I got your back, Mr. Boss Man. Have a good night and I'll see you in the morning.”

“Be careful, Sylvia,” he said, reaching for his phone.

I shut down my computer, grabbed my purse, and jetted. As I waited for the elevator, when it opened, Dana got off with a long trench coat on, some high-heeled shoes, and she had a picnic basket in her hand. I already knew what time it was, and I stood there shaking my head.

“Girl, you really need to stop,” I said.

“Stop what, Sylvia?” She smiled.

“Didn't you already serve up Lewis today?”

“If you must know, I cancelled. Okay?”

“Dana, please. If anybody cancelled it was him.”

“So, wha . . . what difference does it make? My husband is here, isn't he?”

“Yeah. He's in his office on the phone. He's had a long day and he looks awfully tired.”

“Well, we'll just have to see about that,” she said, walking off. “I'll call you later. If not later, I'll call you tomorrow.”

“Good night, Dana,” I said, pushing the down button on the elevator again.

I was in my car in the parking garage, thinking about how I was losing respect for my friend. Not only that, but I was seriously falling for her husband. She didn't deserve to have him, and I was the only person who could see that. If he didn't even suspect she was up to no good he was blind. A huge part of me wanted to tell him, but I couldn't. If I the least bit interfered, I knew I would lose the both of them and that was something I wasn't prepared to do.

 

When Dana came in, I was at my desk massaging my temples and thinking about Britney walking out on me at lunch today. Dana, being as seductive as she was, sat on my desk and opened her coat. I took a look at her naked body, and feeling the way I was, I couldn't even get excited. I closed her coat and tightened the belt around it. Then I wrapped my arms around her and laid my head against her chest.

“Not right now, baby, all right?” I said, feeling drained.

She rubbed my head. “What's wrong?”

“It's Britney.”

Dana released a deep sigh. “What now? Is this still about her going to summer school?”

“She isn't even going to summer school. When I asked why, she said that she had plans to go to Florida this summer and summer school would interfere.”

“Duh, but the last time I checked, she was going to fail the tenth grade if she didn't go.”

“I know, Dana, but I'll call Beverly tomorrow to find out what's going on.”

Dana moved my head and slid off my desk. She folded her arms, while she looked out of the window. “I really think you should call Beverly tonight. If not, this mess is going to linger on for another day, and personally, I'm getting kind of tired of seeing you so down because of Britney.”

“She's my daughter, Dana. I can't help for feeling the way I do. If anything, you know I want things to be right.”

Dana turned to face me. “Baby, but that's what you want. Britney plays mind games all the time and she knows how to work on you. I wish you'd wake up and put her in her place for one time in your life.”

“Yeah, there are a lot of things I need to wake up to.” I stood up and put on my jacket. “I just don't have time to deal with them right now.”

“A lot of things like what?” Dana asked. She walked up to me and put my arms around her.

“A lot of things like where were you this past weekend? Sylvia told me she had company and you told me that you were with Sylvia until two o'clock in the morning.”

“Well, honey, Sylvia lied to you. We had dinner, after that we went to a bar for a drink, then to the casino. As for her having company, maybe she did have company later that night.”

“Maybe so,” I said, taking my arms from around her. “But she never mentioned being with you.”

Dana stood with her mouth wide open. “Jonathan, I don't know where all of this is coming from, but are you saying that you don't believe me?”

“All I'm saying is I'm not a fool, Dana. Some shit with you hasn't been adding up lately. Actually, it hasn't been adding up for quite some time.”

“Fine,” she hissed, and then walked toward the door. “Thanks a lot for trusting me, and if you're that insecure about our marriage then end it.” She grabbed the picnic basket off my desk and left.

Never going after her when she was angry, I sat on the edge of my desk and rubbed my chin. Maybe I was being too hard on her, but I couldn't control these feelings I had inside of me about her not being honest. When I thought about it more, maybe it was the pressure I was feeling from Britney's rejection and from working so many hours at work. My mind was on overload, but I, at least, was glad I had a hard worker like Sylvia to help pick up some of the slack.

Trying to give Dana time to cool off, I stayed at the office until midnight. Sylvia took care of the tedious tasks for me, but there were still plenty of things left for me to do. Since tomorrow was Secretary's Day, I made myself a note to order her some flowers.

On the drive home, I called home to see if Dana was still awake. When she didn't answer, I figured she must have fallen asleep. Thinking deeply about her, as I drove to our beautiful home in Lake St. Louis, I pulled my Lexus into the garage next to her Jaguar and rushed into the house. I stopped in the kitchen to see if Dana had cooked anything. I noticed she hadn't, so I grabbed a bagel and put it in my mouth. As I walked through the living room eating it, I saw her lying on the couch sound asleep. An empty bottle of Chardonnay was next to her on the floor and magazines were spread out on the table. After I finished my bagel, I picked up the bottle and put it on the table. Then I kneeled down in front of her. I moved her sandy-brown long hair away from her face and kissed her cheek. She opened her pretty hazel-green eyes and stared at me. When a tear slipped from the corner of her eye, I wiped it and held her face in my hand.

“I'm sorry for not trusting you,” I said. “I didn't mean to come off like I did, but please understand what I'm going through.”

She nodded and pulled me in close to kiss her. I removed my jacket and stood up to take off my pants. Anxious to feel me, she helped me remove them, and then she unbuttoned my shirt. After she took off her silk nightie, our naked bodies hit the plush carpet. I closed my eyes, knowing that my wife never had a problem with satisfying me. She licked her tongue up and down my chest, sucked my nipples and swallowed every inch of my dick into her mouth. Always in control, she straddled me backward and pounded down hard on me as I had the pleasure of watching her pretty ass work me so well. When she leaned forward, I massaged her ass cheeks apart and watched my goodness break into her pussy that was locked on me. At that moment, I felt as if I didn't have a worry in the world. I turned Dana sideways and stretched one of her legs high upon my broad shoulders. Before going inside again, I tickled her insides and sucked her healthy breasts in my mouth. Wanting me, she inserted me, and rolled my jewels around in her warm hands. I was on cloud nine, as we fucked our way into the bedroom and finished up beside the bed. Dana lay flat on her stomach with her legs spread wide apart. Exhausted, I lay in between them. I moved her hair away from her neck and kissed it.

“Umm,” she moaned. “I was waiting a long time for that.”

“I know. I could tell by how gushy and wet you felt,” I said, giving her ass a smack then stood up.

She rolled over. “Where are you going?”

“To take a shower tonight, so I don't have to do it in the morning. I need to get up early for work.”

“I have a better idea,” she said also standing up. “How about you not go to work tomorrow so we can spend the entire day together messing around.”

“I wish I could, baby, but I have so much that I have to do. Maybe next week, okay?”

Dana shrugged then lay across the bed. “Yeah, maybe so.”

I gathered my things for my shower and stood in the doorway looking at Dana who seemed to be disappointed. Feeling bad, I walked over to her and lay in bed with her.

“Would you like to join me in the shower?”

“No, maybe next time.”

I left her alone and didn't push. After my shower, I saw that she had fallen asleep. I kissed her forehead and got some rest before my busy day tomorrow.

 

 

When I came through the door, as usual, Sylvia, Jackie, and Audrey were standing by Sylvia's cubicle running their mouths. I gave them a hard stare, didn't speak, then went into my office and closed the door. Knowing that Sylvia would be knocking soon to apologize, I sat at my desk counting the seconds down before she knocked. Sure enough, there was a knock and her head came peeking through the door.

“Are you up for coffee or orange juice this morning?” she said, smiling.

“Neither.”

“A doughnut or bagel?”

“Nope.”

“Tylenol or Excedrin?”

“Tylenol because you are a pain in the ass, aren't you?”

“And so are you.” She came into my office and closed the door behind her. “So,” she said, sitting down and crossing her legs. “After I left last night, did you enjoy yourself?”

“As a matter of fact, I did.”

“Good. But you and Dana should be careful messing around like that in here. Somebody is bound to catch y'all in action.”

I looked at her breasts that stared me in the face, and then looked at the birthmark on her upper thigh I'd noticed many times before, since she always wore short miniskirts to work. “Sylvia, why are you constantly outside of my office running your mouth when I've asked you to chill?”

“That's not what you were thinking about asking me,” she said.

“How do you know what I was thinking about asking you?”

“Because I know you, Mr. Jonathan Taylor. So, out with it; wha . . . what's on your mind?”

“Okay, Miss Mind Reader, I have several other questions for you.”

She bounced her crossed leg on top of the other and bit into her nail. “I'm waiting.”

“What did you do Saturday night? Who were you with, and why do you come to work dressed like that?”

Sylvia looked at herself, pulled her skirt down and glared at me. “I already told you what I was into Saturday night. And if you must know, I dress like this because I like the clothes I wear, and because my boss can't seem to keep his eyes off me when I wear them.”

I laughed and pointed to my chest. “So, you dress like that for me?”

“Yep,” she said, laughing her damn self. “It's the least I can do. You need some type of enjoyment being cooped up in this place all the time, don't you?”

“That's why I have a wife, Sylvia.”

“But, she's not here all the time. So, in the meantime, feel free to undress me with your eyes anytime. Trust me, I enjoy every bit of it.”

“Okay, if you insist. You are crazy; do you know that?”

“I know, but I love to see my boss laughing, especially if I can make him forget about being mad at me for running my mouth to my coworkers all the time.”

“Yeah, you're right. I almost forgot about that. One of these days, I'm going to fire you for that mess. In the meantime, though, I need my coffee, a bagel with strawberry cream cheese, two Tylenol, the paperwork on the Johnson case, and before you leave today, I need those fifteen letters I put on your desk last night typed. If you get finished early,” I said, reaching for a pile of papers on my desk that needed to be filed, “you can file these away for me.”

Sylvia stood up and put her hands on her hips. “The coffee, I got your back. The bagel and Tylenol, you can get that yourself, and as for the letters, I'll have them to you within the hour. After that, I'm going to Audrey's office for the rest of the day to loiter there since you won't let me do it here.”

“Well, loiter on, sista, but make sure I get my things.”

“Will do,” she said already pouring my coffee. She came over to my desk and put my mug on top of it.

Before taking a sip, I looked up at her. “Sylvia, you didn't see Dana this past weekend, did you?”

She sucked her teeth and released a deep breath. “Jonathan, look. We hung out for a while, but I also had other things to tend to. Please don't start questioning me about our whereabouts, okay?”

“You're right and I'm sorry. Just ignore me, okay?”

“It's hard to ignore you but I will try,” she said on her way to the door. “In the meantime, if you need me, I'll be at my desk.”

Sylvia closed the door, and five minutes later, she came back with my bagel and Tylenol. I thanked her for being so good to me and tried to focus on getting something accomplished for the day.

Unable to focus, and thinking about my amazing night with Dana, I called home to check on her. When she didn't answer, I called her cell phone only to get voicemail. I left a message and told her to get back with me soon.

By four o'clock, I still hadn't heard from Dana. I couldn't concentrate on anything, and by the time I came out of my meeting, which wasn't until 5:30 p.m., she still hadn't called. I put the phone down and walked outside of my office to ask Sylvia if she somehow missed Dana's call.

“No, Jonathan,” she said with a serious attitude, and shoving her paper around on her desk. “I've been trying to reach her myself.”

“Are you sure she hasn't called? I mean, you did say that you were going away from your desk for a while.”

“Look,” she said in a higher pitch. “Ju . . . just in case you haven't noticed, I haven't been anywhere but right here. I didn't even have time for lunch today so stop asking me if I've heard from your wife. I'm not her keeper.”

I was in shock by Sylvia's tone, and I stood for a moment gazing at her for yelling. I decided to suck it up for now, but as I turned away to go back into my office, she placed her hands over her face and began to cry.

“Sylvia?” I said, walking over to her. “Hey, I was only kidding when I mentioned you being away from your desk all day.”

She pulled some tissue from the box and wiped her tears. “It's not that, Jonathan,” she sniffled. “It's that . . . Never mind.”

“What? You know that you can talk to me about anything.” I leaned against her desk, trying to let her know that I was there for her too. She took a deep breath and wouldn't say a word. “Okay, do we need to go into my office and talk about what's bothering you?”

She nodded and followed me into my office. I closed the door and pulled the chair back for her to sit. Before I could even take a seat, she tore into me.

She pointed her finger at me. “As much as I do for you, Jonathan Tyrese Taylor, if you ever forget about me like you did today, I will never in my entire lifetime go over and above for you again.”

Wrinkles lined my forehead. I had no idea what she was talking about. “Wha . . . what do you mean by forgetting about you, Sylvia?”

“I mean, every secretary in this office got flowers today. Candy, a card, or something from their bosses, and for you not to even think about me was really hurtful.”