Personal Experiences (32 page)

I open my lips to give him full access to explore my mouth and end up wrapping my lips around his tongue and sucking delightfully on the taste that is TJ. The fingers that are gripping him have now spread out and are building up friction against him as his hips gyrate more. I hear sensuous moans echoing throughout the restroom and realize they're coming from me. I push my hips toward him while my other hand covers the button on his pants to get them undone.

Still kissing me deeply, I hear him breathe; "Tell me Elle, all you have to do is say the words." I think ok; I'm gonna say the words, oh god, I need this fuck so bad. Goddammit! What fucking words does he want me to spout out because right now, I'm really not in the mood for guessing games, and then it hit me.

It will be you, Miss Barker who begs me for everything I have just said to you.

He wants me to beg him. He wants me to play this game. It's then I realize he hasn't touched any part of my body except his lips to mine. My hands are the ones that are dry-jacking him.

What the fuck Elleny!!!

I pushed him away with all my strength. That barely knocks him off of me. I need oxygen, I need to come back to my senses. Reality is beginning to set in and I realize I'm standing in the men's room, getting ready to raise my skirt for this man who wants me to ask him to fuck me; no scratch that, he wants me to BEG him for his dick. "I aint 2 proud 2 beg" by TLC pops into my mind and I begin to sing the chorus to myself and come to the decision I'm not a fan of that life theory. I don't beg for food, lil 'lone dick!

I stroll very slowly over to the mirror. I check my hair and my lips that have become red and swollen from our harsh kissing. I turn around, straighten my shoulders and my skirt and tell him how it's going to be.

"I'm going back up to the room to freshen up, Mr. McHale, I will be ready to leave for the office in fifteen. If you ever try something like that again, you won't be fucking anything again for a while, are we clear?"

He put that shit-eating grin back on his face, nodded one time and unlocked the door. I walked towards it and looked at him with the glare that told him to open up the fucking door for me. He read my face and held it open as I walked through. I then proceeded upstairs to burn this pair of fucking panties.

I entered the bathroom in my suite, put my hands on the sink and stared at myself in the mirror.

"What the fuck are you thinking, Elleny?" again, I wait for an answer that will not come.

"Don't be stupid, you're being fucking stupid! Think of how this will turn out, the kids, stop falling for his shit! This is about work!"

I closed my eyes and take some deep relaxing breaths. I pulled my hair up and jumped in the shower, my body betrayed me by flooding my panties like a dam that had burst forth and for that, it doesn't get taken care of this shower…maybe tonight though, if this is what blue balls feel like, I promise never to cause them again to any man because this sucks!

I jumped back in my clothes and headed back out to the living area. I saw he had changed as well. I wondered if I should ask him how his blue balls were? I decided not to. I grabbed my gloss out of my pocket and swiped it across my lips and headed for the door.

"By the way, love the gloss; tastes like cotton candy."

I rolled my eyes as he closed the door and headed to the elevator without saying a word. The ride to the lobby was quiet and so was the walk to the car. Walking out under the canopy, waiting for the limo to pick us up I saw a black, sleek convertible Audi R8 Spyder pull up. That car was sex on wheels. I saw TJ walk around it. I opened my mouth to yell at him, when that valet attendant handed him the keys. I smiled as the man opened my door and I got in.

"What the fuck is this and how did it get here?" I asked in a high pitched voice I didn't even know I could produce.

Either laughing at my voice or at my surprise, I'm not really sure TJ laid his head back on the head rest and proceeds to laugh for what seems like thirty minutes but may have only been a minute. I didn't see the hilarity in either so I just sat there. Finally he put the car in gear and took off.

"I had it brought over, I thought maybe after work I could take you out, show you the town." The idea sounded good but I wasn't planning on it, I needed to work on those memory sticks so that I could stay on schedule.

"Maybe" was all I could say to him.

The drive from the hotel to his office was short but the city was beautiful. I don't have a chance to leave Richland often so this to me is pure beauty. Big city, cars passing us at fast speeds honking their horns, sidewalks full of people walking shoulder to shoulder, cell phones plastered to their ears. This is living. I've always dreamt of being smack-dab in the middle of the bustle of big city living. Small town life is so laid back, I was sick to death of it. I always wanted more than that.

Pulling up to the high-rise of Mac-Gentry was overwhelming. To think that small town Trevor McHale owned this 24 story building. I felt that everything that I did in the past paid off for him, he would've never gotten all of this if he would've stayed in Richland. The thought made me smile.

Hopping out of the car when the valet opened it a thought crossed my mind. "When I was putting together your contracts for Richland Manufacturing I would've never put you and Mac-Gentry together. Where did you think of that name?"

TJ walked around beside me and grabbed my hand as we walked into the front lobby of his company.

My last name was McHale, I didn't really want to use that, didn't sound very professional, so I shortened it and just made the "Mick" longer and that's how I got the "MAC" he said the initials as though they were words.

"I went into a partnership with a guy I met in college, Greg Gentry. He was a madman when it came to buying out business. We were partners until we became widespread. Greg got bored, he wanted out. He was in it for the chase and when you get to a certain point that chase decelerates and ultimately you're sitting on the sidelines catching your breath. We were making millions by this time so I bought him out. Now it's all mine." He explained with his hands out in front of him.

"Aha; nice" I smiled.

Stepping into the elevator I stare at the gold mirrored doors that are in front of me listening to the bell chime as we pass each floor. I see TJ's reflection, his head is turned towards me again; I know what he's thinking.

"Don't even think it, McHale. Not going to happen."

I heard him chuckle, but saw him step in front of me. He put his hands around my head to box me in. "But what you seem to forget, Miss Barker is that this is my company. I make the decisions on what will and what won't happen here." He winked at me in his teasing manner.

I heard the last bell chime and watched the doors open to the top floor of the Mac-Gentry Firm. I walked out into a waiting area that was immaculate. Modern furniture surrounded the enormous space. On the left of me, was a waterfall covered wall with Mac-Gentry Firm etched into it. The water ran over the logo. The base of the wall projected out, as if it was meant to hold flowers but instead of flowers, it held millions of small pebbles and flood lights that illuminated the Mac-Gentry logo. To the right, were two very modern couches that faced each other. I personally wouldn't call them couches; they looked more along the lines of benches someone had covered with white material then attached one huge roll pillow the length of it. Between the couches sat a stainless steel coffee table with a glass tabletop. The table was home to one simple black vase that contained three, large-pedaled bronze flowers. The chairs were the same design of the couches, none of the furniture had arm rests or backs. The company probably paid thousands of dollars for this furniture and it looked like it was made all for under a hundred bucks. All the chairs faced a wall-mounted television, the sound was turned down low, but CNBC wasn't known for its soap operas or talk shows. Seeing this kind of furniture made it clear to me that I needed to get out more.

We walk deeper into the waiting area to see the receptionist desk right in front of a clear wall of glass with two doors right in the middle. One of the doors had a card reader on it so that employees could slide their ID's in the slot and go right through, obviously we didn't have one.

"Carlene, I'd like you to meet Elleny Barker-Jackson". TJ spit out like it was poison on his tongue. "Elle, this is our receptionist, Carlene."

I smiled at Carlene. TJ continued "Elleny is going to be working here with us for the next couple of weeks. I need you to make sure that she is given an ID so that she can come and go." Carlene smiled at me and welcomed me; "Elleny, it's a pleasure to meet you. Of course, I can have your ID to you by the end of the day, will that do?" I smiled back, "Please, call me Elle. It's a pleasure to meet you as well and the end of the day is fine. I don't plan on going anywhere." Carlene seemed pleasant. She's attractive. Tall with long blonde hair, she looked to be late twenties, early thirties. She's thin, actually she looked too thin, but some men like that.

"Elle it is then. If you need anything, my extension is in the employee directory just give me a buzz." At this point she looked down at our joined hands and her smile increased. I quickly pulled my hand out of TJ's and returned to my conversation with Carlene. "Thanks again, Carlene and I will probably be taking advantage of your offer." I chuckled softly.

She hit a button under her desk and the door automatically opened, TJ grabbed my hand again, this time he had a death grip on me. This room was a large square. In the middle was what looked like a hundred divided areas that are individual workstations. All of them containing a large L-shaped table, a computer, a phone and a chair. They provided their own decorations. Some workstations are all decked out with pictures of their families, pen holders, calendars hanging on cork boards, coffee mugs, small radios; and some of them have the bare essentials; a picture of the spouse, maybe their favorite pet. On the right side of the area high up on the wall is another television with the same channel on.

Around the perimeter are their manager's offices. These offices were actual offices. The names of each manager are posted beside the door along with what depart he or she administer. All of their offices overlook the middle.

I follow behind him since I don't know where I am going and he seems to be pulling me along by my hand. He stops by an office where an older gentleman is sitting on the phone looking at his computer. We stand there for a moment until I hear him tell whoever he has on the phone he has to go and he will call him back. We walk in and TJ goes straight to his desk.

"Trevor, I heard you were on your way back, I didn't expect you back until tomorrow. Did everything go well? The man's eyes float over my way and his smile grows, "Hello, who do we have here?"

"Sam, I'd like you to meet Elleny. Elleny, this is Sam Fordham, Sam is in charge when I'm not here."

Sam is older; not by much, early forties. He's in excellent shape, not as good as TJ but he looks like he can hold his own. He has some weight on him but he's not fat. His hair is black with grey streaks running through it, the gray makes him striking. He was wearing a blue pin-striped suit pants and a light pink long sleeved dress shirt, with a silver thick tie. He had a jacket but it's hanging over the back of his chair.

Sam's eyes looked me up and down and he held out his hand. I took it; that's when he turned my hand over and kissed the top of it. "Elleny, such a beautiful name" His eyes never left mine. "Elle, please; call me Elle and thank you. It's a pleasure to meet you, Sam."

I smiled at him, his eyes went back to TJ as do mine and he was not smiling. I quickly let go of Sam's hand and attempted to break the tension in the room "Ummm, Sam, I am going to be working with Mr. McHale here for the next couple of weeks." I looked back and forth between Sam and TJ, hoping that someone would give me their eyes in acknowledgement. Finally, Sam broke the eye contact and smiled back at me. "Wonderful Elle, I look forward to getting to know you better. Maybe we can…have lunch possibly, one day?" I looked back at TJ and saw that his jaw was clenching rapidly, I needed to shut this down now and fast. "Well, I have a feeling I'm going to be pretty busy, but thank you for the offer. It was a pleasure meeting you. Mr. McHale, would you mind showing me around further?" I squeezed his hand and mentally commanded him to give me his eyes. He must've heard me screaming inside my head because he turned to me and responded "Of course, please forgive me. Shall we?" I nodded to Sam and excused ourselves with a "Mr. Fordham." He nodded back without saying a word and went back to sitting at his desk.

We walked back out into the hall, I whispered through gritted teeth. "Your office…Now!" I picked up the pace, even though I had no idea where we were going, I've just got to walk, I've got to calm down. Who the hell does he think he is. He is not my husband, what the fuck does this look like…High school? Just as I think I'm going to confront him, we turn the corner and there sat another open space; another reception area, not as big as the front but it was a good size. Big enough to fit a couch and two chairs, a desk and of course another TV. He nodded to the lady sitting at the desk and pulled me into the office. I happened to catch his name plate beside the door so I knew it was his office. As soon as we walked in he shut the door and told me to not say a word yet. He went over to his desk and pushed a button that made the whole wall of glass that faced the reception area become opaque. He touched another button and the room filled with symphonic music. It was obvious he didn't want anyone hearing or seeing our little discussion here. I thought I would start out.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? First, you parade around here holding my hand like we're boyfriend and girlfriend, then you introduce me to your second in charge and he pulls some stupid "look at me I'm a male bullshit" and you're ready to take him out in the parking lot and beat the shit outta him like we're in high school. Cut this shit out! Number one, I am not your girlfriend and number two, you're making me look like I'm not someone who they can take seriously."