"Because I knew you would have fun. Because I promised you a night of fun."
"Or was it because you knew it would help spread my legs?" I pressed the button and closed the doors.
Chapter 6
Work helped me concentrate-or better yet, not think about that night. I was handling multiple clients. They were being a bit needy but happy clients meant more money. So, for the sake of the firm, I smiled, was polite, and kissed ass because my career depended on it.
"Chica..." Vanessa peeked her head into my office. "Wanna go grab lunch? I'm starving." She was so dramatic as she batted her eyelashes at me.
"Just a little bit longer. I just want to finish this report and we can be off." My keyboard was going like crazy and she sat down to file her nails. I looked at her and shook my head.
"What?" She hunched her shoulders at me. "What is it?"
"You could work, you know." I sighed as I was trying to wrap up my work. "It wouldn't kill you."
"I know, but I already did." She judged her nails. "I don't take on as much work as you do. C'mon, let's be bad and eat fast food." She giggled. I finished typing my sentence and then stood up.
"Let's go." Maybe fast food is exactly what I need right now. A juicy, delicious burger with a handful of decadent, salty fries.
Manhattan's noise managed to calm me. Outsiders of the city were often never used to the noise but I loved it. The constant racket was oddly soothing to me. It matched the chaos that was going on in my head.
"I have this hot date tonight."
"Oh, yeah, Vanessa... tell me something new," I chuckled. "How is this date so different than the dozen others you've been on?"
"Well, this guy, I know for sure, is hung like a horse."
"You know that saying disturbs me because what's to stop you from fucking a horse?" She pushed me playfully. "I'm joking. How do you know that he's hung like a horse?"
"Because he sent me a picture of it?"
"Before I go any further, did he just randomly offer a picture of his penis?"
"No, I asked for it. No one has the time to see if a small penis might make them cum. I need a thick, juicy, stiff one that knows what he's doing." She had this wicked look about her. She sighed and said, "And I'm guessing for you, it's another night of staying home alone."
"Not just that. I'm going to be binge watching TV. My blanket, cocoa, and dozens of episodes of that new lesbian prison show are calling to me."
"Oh, please stop. You're like a sad cat lady without the cats. You can't just stay in, trying to forget about Blake and his huge cock."
"Vanessa!" I scolded her as some old ladies stared at us.
"Don't act like you don't like big dick!" she screamed at them and they got up and walked away. "Anyway." She rolled her eyes before continuing, "Let's not make tonight another sad night. Go out."
"I'm not in the mood."
"You do realize that your worst night with a billionaire is still a pretty good night?" I shot her a confused look. "I'm just comparing it to the rest of your life."
"Vanessa, you--"
I stopped sharply mid-sentence. Across the street, I saw Blake walking into a restaurant. He was with a tall, stacked blonde. She had tits out to Jupiter. She caressed his face as she walked in. He started to walk behind her but he somehow saw me. There was a small grin that spread across his face when he recognized that it was me. He started to walk toward me but I shook my head. His shoulders sank. He stood there for a second and then he walked in the restaurant. I saw him look back and then completely fade into the establishment.
"Why'd you stop?" Vanessa said, poking me back to reality.
"I thought I saw someone I knew." I lied. I felt my eyes getting watery. I had to stop this before Officer Vanessa drilled me for questions. "Don't you hate when you think you recognize someone and it turns out to not be them?"
"Hey, at least you weren't waving at them," she added. "Now that's embarrassing because you have to play it off like you're doing something casual."
"How do you play off waving?" I was pretending to be interested but from the corner of my eye, I was still scoping the restaurant.
"You pretend you're swatting a fly." She laughed and I shook my head.
"C'mon, let's get back to the office."
The workday dragged on. Through a miracle, it was almost time for me to clock out. When that time came near, I wanted to jump up for joy. My computer's ringing shocked me. I looked at the screen and saw that it was Blake. I pressed the ignore button. He hadn't called me in weeks and all of a sudden, he was interested again. Who knew all it took was him seeing me across the street, while he wined and dined a hot blonde bombshell? At least now I know why he wasn't 'interested in a relationship with me'--he went for the model types. Something I definitely wasn't.
My cell phone vibrated soon after and I rolled my eyes. I threw it in my purse and kept going along my merry way. I clocked out early and made my way out of the office.