Moore to Lose (12 page)

“Shall I open it now?”

“Please do.” Tom was beaming and looking at Mia like there was no one else in the restaurant, let alone at their table.

Mia opened the envelope and slipped out the sheet of paper and began to read. Her eyes grew wide and her mouth was agape. She looked at Tom and he nodded, “I accepted.”

Mia screeched and threw her arms around him, planting a loud wet kiss on his lips and laughing.

“What is it?” Lois asked the question to which everyone wanted the answer.

“Can I tell them?” Mia asked Tom, clearly ecstatic.

He nodded again.

“You are all looking at the newest faculty member of NYU’s Film School.”

The news brought another round of toasts and cheers.

Mia had a million questions, “When are you moving back?”

“Baby, I am back,” leveling an incendiary look that made Mia squirm. Tom leaned forward and whispered into her ear, “We need to find a place to live.”

Mia leaned back, devil grin slowly taking up residence on her face, “Are you asking me to live with you?”

“Why do you think I wanted to come back to New York?” He was devouring her with his eyes.

“Because the pizza sucks in LA?”

Tom laughed, “That too, Jailbait.” Slinging an arm around her shoulder, he pulled her close to him.

Across the table, smiles on their faces, Lois Silver and Rob Ryan were both writing the last chapter of this romance and while their details differed ever so slightly, their ending was not surprisingly similar. In neither tale did the final page bode well for this heroine.

Mia was sitting in the employee cafeteria at BBDO eating tomato soup and a grilled cheese, totally engrossed in Stephen King’s,
The Stand
^v
, when she noticed feet standing right next to her. Looking up, she was surprised to see, peering down at her, one of the Assistant Account Executives. She’d seen him in the staff meetings and passed him in the hallways many times, but had never actually spoken to him.

Their eyes met, his brown eyes narrowing as if he were taking her all in and was slightly disgusted.

Mia glared back at him. “Can I help you?” Her tone was less than pleasant.

“I doubt that.”

Great, a dramatic queen, Mia thought, wondering what the hell he wanted.

He quickly went on, “but I can sure as hell help you. You are in need of some serious help.”

On the verge of ripping him a new asshole and telling him to take a hike, he once again shocked Mia when he sat down next to her. She knew she was giving him her, “If looks could kill, we’d be burying you tomorrow” look, but he appeared completely undaunted.

“I’ve read the copy you are writing and you are really talented,” he began, “and somewhere under that insane ‘Bridge and Tunnel’ hair, you are actually really cute, but concert tee-shirts and jeans are so 80’s, and you could clearly spend more than a little time at a make-up counter. You really are a disaster. But I think I can work with you. I truly believe you are salvageable material.”

Mia was actually shocked into silence. Who the hell …

“If you don’t already know it, I’m Seth Shapiro. I work on the Apple Computer account.”

“Mia Silver, VISA.”

“I know who you are, Little Miss Wunderkind Copywriter, you’ve created quite the buzz. Are you sleeping with one of the execs?”

“No. Do women have to be sleeping with someone to get recognition?” Mia was literally sneering at Seth, who was dressed like he was ready to walk the runway. He was groomed and coiffed impeccably. She wished her fingernails looked so good.

Picking at the crumbs on the table from Mia’s grilled cheese, Seth again narrowed his eyes at Mia, “The pussy will get you far with these horndogs.”

Mia leaned close to Seth, “I don’t shit where I eat.”

Eyes widening and handsome smile emerging for the first time, “I like you. You are a snarky little bitch.”

Mia laughed at his assessment.

“But you have to let me take you shopping. I just can’t look at you another day.”

“Talk about snarky bitches.”

He stood up, “I’ll come by your desk at 5:30. Go look in the mirror and say goodbye to your hair because that is going to be the first thing that goes.” And with that bombshell, he was off.

“Stefano, I know you love challenges.” Seth was apologizing to the tall purple-haired Italian.

“Not so bad. I can work with.” Stefano was lifting Mia’s hair in sections and studying it. “You have nice high cheekbones. No more hiding. I want to side-part your hair and cut it into a bob just below your chin. We will have more than twelve inches. Would you like to donate it to the Locks of Love Organization?”

Mia smiled at Stefano in the mirror and nodded yes. Stefano proceeded to put her hair in a loose ponytail and cut off in excess of a foot of Mia’s hair.

Mia gasped, “I love it already.” And Stefano had not even begun to style it.

“Come, I wash you.”

Mia followed Stefano through the funky East Village salon. The walls were painted black and the chandeliers looked like they’d been lifted out of a haunted house at the end of Halloween season. Mia laid her head back in the bowl and closed her eyes, enjoying Stefano’s strong fingers scrubbing her scalp. She couldn’t believe she agreed to let Seth have his way with her and thought maybe this was her karmic payback for her Rob Ryan makeover.

Forty-five minutes later, a chic Mia with a bouncy new ‘do’ was in a trendy boutique, buying a whole lot of new style. Seth had her in skirts with boots and wide belts and layers of southwestern jewelry. It was cool and it was funky and it was the new adult Mia.

“Oh my God, I want to wear this outfit home, my boyfriend is going to freak out.” Mia was spinning in front of a three-way mirror, her skirt floating like an aura around her.

“So, you live with your boyfriend?” Seth was about to pounce for details.

“I do.” Mia was handing the sales clerk a credit card as another associate was wrapping all of her new clothes in tissue paper, tying the bundles in ribbon and bagging it.

“How long have you been together?” Seth was helping Mia carry all the bags.

“Like three years, but we’ve only been living together for a year.” Mia was checking out her reflection in the windows of all the buildings they passed. “I don’t even look like me. I love my hair short.”

“Well, it’s not exactly short, but it’s stylish. Back to the boyfriend. What’s his name?”

“His name is Tom.”

“You met him in college, I’m assuming, if you’ve been together three years.”

“Yes, I met him in college.” Mia knew Seth was assuming Tom had been another student. Mia stopped under an awning, “This is my building, would you like to come up?”

“This is your building? You live in a doorman building?”

Mia laughed, “I do.” She loved being able to shock Seth. Lois and Bob Silver were not happy when their daughter told them where she and Tom had begun to look for apartments. They were neighborhoods in transition, gentrification was taking place, but they were far from being considered “good neighborhoods” and in some cases were only marginally safe. And that is when Lois and Bob stepped in and gave Mia another graduation gift. They bought her an apartment.

As they rode the elevator to the sixteenth floor, Seth commented, “I never in a million years would have pictured you in a doorman building on the edge of The Village. I thought for sure you were living in Williamsburg or Boerum Hill or Astoria, but I did not expect a downtown Manhattan hi-rise.”

Mia pulled her keys out of her beat-up leather satchel (the one thing that Seth did think was cool) and muttered “Showtime” under her breath — she could not wait to see Tom’s reaction to her transformation to adult, to cool New York City Ad Agency chic.

They walked into the foyer and stepped out into the open living room/dining room. Tom was sitting at the dining room table grading papers. Contact lenses out for the night, Tom was wearing glasses and looked even more handsome with them on. Dressed in a V-neck fitted black tee-shirt and faded jeans, the man could stop traffic.

Looking up from his work, Tom’s face transformed from the seriousness of being focused on student screenplays to the delight of meeting his new leading lady. “Oh Jailbait, you are stunning.” He got out of his chair and headed straight for Mia. Taking her face in both hands, his smile radiated both approval and lust. “Wow. You look amazing,” and his lips came down for a crushing kiss that made Seth start shifting his weight from foot to foot. Seth never would have guessed in a million years that little hippie girl copywriter Mia lived in a doorman building with a sexy, I-want-to-fuck-you-right-now older boyfriend.

Tom broke their kiss and Mia smiled at him, “You like?”

“I love,” his eyes already fucking her.

“Tom, I want you to meet Svengali, errr, I mean Seth.”

Seth backhanded Mia in the upper arm, then extended his hand to Tom.

“Are you responsible for this transformation?” Tom was enjoying the view.

“Yes, Bride of Frankenstein here is my creation.”

“You did good, Sven. I mean Seth.”

Tom gave him one of his wicked smiles and Mia could swear she saw Seth’s cock twitch in his pants.

Enjoying the same view as her grandparent’s apartment of the World Trade Centers, Mia and Seth stood before the windows taking in the massive monoliths lit up against the night sky.

“This is amazing.” Seth was mesmerized by the view.

Tom came up behind Mia and wrapped his arms around her neck. She could feel him grinding into her lower back and just the thought of being taken from behind in front of the windows made her wet. It was time to get rid of their guest — quickly.

Mia saw Seth out of the door and went and stood in front of the windows. She could see her own reflection in the glass as she looked out over the city. She was loving seeing her new bobbed mane and gorgeous clothes. Clothes that she couldn’t wait for Tom to take off of her.

Tom emerged from the kitchen with two glasses of crisp white wine. He handed one to Mia and stood directly behind her, so close that she could feel the heat from his body.

He sipped the cold wine and dipped his head to whisper in her ear, the chill of his lips sending a shiver through her. “You look so freaking hot. I can’t wait to fuck you.” He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her up against him. “Look what you’ve done to me. My cock has been aching since you walked in here.” He splayed a hand over her lower abdomen and pressed her tightly against him. “Feel that. That’s all for you.”

Mia leaned her head back into him. Tom put his glass of wine down on the coffee table and with his right hand now free, found Mia’s right nipple through her new blouse, pinching it hard and rolling it between his fingers until it was a tight knot.

“You are wearing way too much. I want to show this city how hot my girlfriend is. Lift your arms,” he commanded and Mia complied. He lifted her blouse up off over her head and gently tossed it on the couch. Lowering his lips to her neck, Tom once again began to pinch Mia’s nipple, this time through her cream lace bra. Mia moaned with pleasure and Tom ground his cock up against her ass. “I think this city needs to see how much you like to be fucked, don’t you?”

Mia moaned again, already so turned on by what she knew was going to happen. Tom unhooked the back of Mia’s bra and slowly pushed the straps down her arms. He was going to make a meal of this. As her bra dropped to the floor, Tom cupped her breasts in each hand, rolling her hardened nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

“Just think, in the building across the way or in the corner apartments that jut out, some guy is looking at your gorgeous tits and wishing he was sucking on them. He’s watching me strip you and he’s getting rock hard just watching you. Soon when I fuck you up against that window, he’s going to have his cock in his hand and he’s going to be jerking off watching me fuck you.” Mia moaned loudly, turned on by Tom’s words and the thought that someone (or several someones) was watching Tom playing with her body and getting ready to fuck her. “You like the thought of that, don’t you, Jailbait? You like the thought of other men watching me fuck you.” Mia moaned and Tom grabbed a handful of her curls. “Say it.”

“Yes, I like the idea of some total stranger watching us. Getting off watching us.” Mia spread her legs as his arm snaked around to the front of her. She leaned her weight back into him and his fingers started to stroke her very wet pussy.

“You are so turned on by this, my little exhibitionist. The idea of other men watching me fuck you has gotten you so hot.” Tom had three fingers inside of her and her leg muscles were starting to quake. “I think I’m going to fuck you in front of the windows every night. They’ll be waiting to see you come, cocks in their hands.” Mia melted down and started coming at the thought of all the men watching her get fucked and Tom pressed the heel of his palm against her clit. “That’s right, Jailbait. Come for them. Let them see your face when you’re coming.”

Mia’s weight was against Tom as he undid his jeans and stepped out of them. Pressing her up against the window, foreplay was clearly done and he couldn’t wait a second longer. Grabbing her hips, he positioned her perfectly and rammed into her. Mia gasped, her fingers clawing and sliding down the window, her cheek pressed against the cool glass. She could not believe how turned on she was at the thought that other men might be watching them and getting off watching her get fucked. Thinking about men sitting in their apartments, at their windows, seeing her naked and at Tom’s mercy, started throwing her into her next orgasm.