“Whatever, she’s stringing him along by the balls. We’re heading to Savanna’s after work. And you’re coming.”
Savanna’s is an upscale club in an up and coming trendy part of town. We stop at my small office, the one the old man grudgingly gave me when I decided to come back and work for him after a stint in New York. He’s still pissed I went to New York to work for a big firm out of college and not for him. So he’s forcing me to earn my place in his firm and not just using my name to snag a corner office. It doesn’t bother me. I love a challenge. And getting the old man not to be smug after I decided New York wasn’t for me is worth it.
Jeff steps back. “Your dad is in a mood. Watch out.”
I nod.
“Anyway, we’re taking a cab to the club after work, so don’t sneak out.” He points at me as he heads to his junior office a few doors down. “We’re counting on you.”
I don’t get two feet behind my desk before I hear my name by a familiar voice.
“Benjamin, late are you?”
Tongue in cheek, I know better than to answer.
“If you think you’re up to it, I’d like your risk analysis on the IPO we discussed yesterday.”
“I—”
Dad cuts me off. “Ten minutes, large conference room.”
He leaves me feeling very much like a chastised child. It’s a good thing I worked late yesterday evening, expecting him to put me on the spot. No doubt all the analysts have been rounded up to hear a report I hadn’t been asked to prepare. But I had anticipated it.
The meeting runs long and leaves me behind with all the other business of the day, but I nailed it. I deflected every question fired at me with a well-researched answer, giving my father no choice but to be mollified that I’d done the work.
Catching up the rest of the day, I’m busy and out of the emotional shitstorm in my head … which is why I put in at least sixty hours a week.
When Jeff drags me out of the office earlier than normal, I’m grateful for one thing. And that’s alcohol. I pay for a few rounds as the guys get Mark good and twisted. I’m halfway there myself, although my tolerance for the stuff has increased, and it’s taking more to get a buzz these days.
Downing a shot, I watch as Jeff ropes in a sexy blonde for Mark. A woman with dark hair and clear blue eyes is not too far behind and she winks at me. She has a gorgeous exotic mix of features that makes her a stunner. I buy her a drink or two before I allow her to lead me towards the private restrooms in the back.
She doesn’t waste time and works my zipper down as she drops to her knees. I take a fistful of her silky dark hair and wind it around my hand. She works a condom on my semi-hardened cock and I start to wonder if she’s a professional. I say nothing and let her work me up from half-mast. Only I’m not into it. She’s an attractive woman, but I can’t go there. I’ve had many nights like this and it’s getting old.
I pull her mouth away and tuck myself back in my pants. “Sorry, sweetheart. It’s not working.” Before she can balk and spew curses at me that will draw everyone’s attention, I add, “I think I’m too drunk to get it up.”
It isn’t exactly true, but no reason to cause bad blood.
“Maybe next time,” she says with a wink.
I nod. She gives me her phone number, and I take the trouble to program it in my phone, more of the illusion that it’s me and not her, which is mostly true. We leave the restroom and I join my friends. I say nothing when they stare at me; I don’t have anything to prove to these guys. The night that should have been fun is turning out to be a bust. I eventually cab it home when I finally hit that sweet spot on the drunk scale, and I don’t want to wrap my car around a tree.
Somehow I make it to bed, still dressed, which is where I find myself in the morning. A bottle of water and a cup of coffee later, I cab it back to pick up my car. My stomach growls and I pull into the first store I see. It’s not where I normally go, but it’s right there. I need to get a couple of things, like bread, milk, eggs, bacon and cereal, for the lazyass hangover breakfast of champions which is a hodgepodge of everything and anything.
I step inside the unfamiliar store and gaze around to determine which direction I should head first to fulfill the small list of items.
That’s when I spot her. My dick stiffens and points in her direction like a divining rod. I’m not sure what to make of it. This has never happened, especially considering I can only see her mostly from behind. I do get a view of side boob and her rack is impressive from that angle. I step forward because her lower half is hidden by the display stand in the produce section.