Unthinkable (Undeniable Trilogy #1) (21 page)

“Anyway, most of the marketing markup is ready and I wanted you to release it after your review.”

“Okay, sure thing, Mr. Anderson. I’ll get on them right away.”

“I guess I’ll be getting to work myself,” Nicholas said with a smile. It was obvious that he was able to stand now without any salute.

“So dinner tonight?” he asked me as I walked him to the door.

“Sure, what time and where?” I asked.

“How long will it take you to pack an overnight bag?”

“I’m thinking thirty minutes to pack after the twenty-minute drive home. How about six thirty?” It was obvious that neither of us wanted this moment to end. We were bantering like talk show hosts.

“Ahem.” Mr. Anderson politely cleared his throat urging us to get moving.

“I’ll call you when I am packing,” I replied.

“Okay.” He gave me a subtle kiss and he left. I turned around, leaned against my door, and sighed, forgetting that Mr. Anderson was still present.

“I have never seen you behave this way. In the last two years, I haven’t seen or heard you talk about a guy, let alone swoon over one.” My cheeks felt flushed as embarrassment and shame took over. I felt out of my element for behaving like this.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Anderson. I don’t mean to be unprof…” He interrupted my sentence before completion.

“I wasn’t speaking badly about it,” Mr. Anderson interrupted. “This is a new look for you. It’s refreshing to see you living life.”

“I won’t let it interfere with my work, Mr. Anderson,” I assured him.

“I know your work ethic and character, you don’t let anything interfere. That’s one of the many things we love about you. Your determination and drive are admirable qualities. I came by not only to tell you about the marketing for the youth leagues, but also to give you this.” Mr. Anderson handed me a small black box with a tag that said, “Thank you.” I looked up at him and I saw him look behind me. The Binnings and the rest of the sports marketing team were now standing at the door. Mr. Anderson beckoned them in and they all crowded around me. I was a little concerned as to what I would see in this box.

“Maya, please open the damn box. The suspense is killing me,” Samantha quipped. I opened the box and there was a key.

“Okay, this is a key to…” I prompted for more information. Jim Binnings stepped up and spoke.

“We have been thinking about this for a while. The way you have taken a small, novice idea and have turned into a large marketing partnership with multiple entities, we can’t help but reward you for that.”

Carl Binnings stepped forward with a small piece of cardboard with a cover over it. He removed the cover and it read
Binnings Sports Marketing Division, Amaya Davis Senior Vice President.
I looked up at them with tears in my eyes, totally amazed at the gesture being bestowed upon me.

“Our phone has not stopped ringing since the NHL deal went industry wide. We are getting requests from a few people and we don’t have the staff to field these calls so we decided to branch out. That key is to your new office on the twenty-fourth floor where our new Sports Division is now located. Shall we all go see your new home?” Carl yelled. His question was met with a resounding yes. We headed to the elevator and took separate cars and a few people did the stairs to the twenty-fourth floor. When we got off the elevator, marble floors, glass entrance doors, and the words Binnings Sports Marketing on the wall behind the receptionist area met us. The conference room had a large black granite table with a cherry wood base, black leather office chairs, and a projector and A/V equipment.

My office was a corner office with hardwood floors and privacy windows. That should come in handy the next time Nicholas is in my office, I thought to myself. There was a solid cherry wood desk, black leather chair, a 32” TV, and A/V equipment. Samantha’s office was next door to mine as she was moving up under me.

“We will be screening the applicants that you selected to fill the open positions in admin, design, research, and internet/web/social media,” Mr. Anderson said. “Samantha, you will help decide who replaces you. We have movers prepared to come in after hours and move your things up here and set up for tomorrow. Today just pack and label and when you finish, you girls can take off.” Sue, his assistant, handed him a small brown box. “Thanks, Sue.” He opened it and inside were stationery items and our new business cards. I was overwhelmed. I felt like I was in a dream.

“Maya, are you okay?” Samantha asked.

“Yes, a lot to process. Is this really happening?”

“Yes, Maya, it really is happening because of you. Samantha you have a key to her office at your desk and here is your key,” Mr. Anderson said. He handed her a key ring with her office door key attached. I looked out of my window for a moment to capture a look at the city beneath my feet. What I have accomplished in the last two years is amazing. I felt like crying, a real, gut-wrenching cry.

“Can I have a few minutes alone? I need to call my mother.”

“Oh, honey, sure,” Samantha said. “I’ll take the team back down to start packing.” Everyone left and I stayed at my desk taking in the silence. I looked around my office as I played with the switch for my privacy glass.

“I did it. I accomplished my career goal like I said I would, Daddy.” I spoke aloud in hopes that my father’s spirit would hear me. My father passed away my junior year in college. Considering everything I went through earlier that year, the fall wasn’t any better. I picked up my phone and dialed my mother.

“Hi, Momma,” I said as she answered.

“Little Miss Busy Bee. Hi, Maya. How are you?” My mom is a resilient person. After my father’s unexpected passing, she kept on always working, saying that an idle mind stores pain. It was her way of dealing with the pain. We knew she would have a breakdown once in a while, but that was her way of healing.

“I’m good, Mom. Really good. I got this big deal for the company, they gave me a big promotion, and I am now running the sports marketing division. We have our own floor. It’s crazy, but I did it like I told Daddy I would.”

“You know he’s watching over you.” I smiled at Mom’s comment as a tear rolled down my cheek. It made me feel good like a big hug. “So who is this man you were in the paper with?” The brief sentimental moment ended abruptly.

“Paper?”

“Yes, it showed you at a party with a man. You had on a black dress and he was in a tux.” I immediately thought back to nearly a month ago and the art gallery opening and quickly came up with an excuse.

“Oh, I attended an art gallery opening as a favor for Gabrielle.”

“He looked taken with you,” she said

“I didn’t know that there was a picture.”

“Yes, dear and you two look cute together. Your sister bought the paper, showed it to me, and asked if I knew who it was.”

“His name is Nicholas, Mom. Nicholas Hansen. He’s now the CEO of Hansen Construction and hopefully I can help land the NFL new stadium.”

“Oh, I see. So it’s just work between you two.” My mom’s tone was curious and sarcastic as I could tell she knew more than I was telling. I was never one to discuss my personal life with my mom, especially after the Dom/sub relationship I had in college with Michael went bad. There are things about that time my family still doesn’t know.

“I have gone out on a few dates with him, but nothing serious.”

“Just be careful. Don’t want you to be heartbroken again.”

“I know, Mom. I will be careful. I have to go pack and label. I love you, Momma.”

“I love you too. I’ll talk to you later.” Our call had ended and I actually felt a little better. I headed back down to the fourth floor.

Chapter 15

You would never imagine how much stuff one could accumulate over two years until you have to pack it.

“That’s the last box,” I said to the movers as they had already begun to come in and move our offices. Samantha was out at her desk ordering the nameplates for the doors and our research team was checking to make sure their work had saved before the IT department moved the computers.

“Oh, look at the time,” I said as I walked by Samantha’s desk.

“Ooh, do you have a date or something?” she said sarcastically.

“Now you know I don’t share my business,” I coyly replied.

“So what are your plans for this evening, besides being fucked seven shades of Sunday?” When Samantha gets cranky, it is usually two things: Aunt Ruby Red or sexual frustration. The fact that she flipped her switch at the thought of me having sex led me to believe that it was she that wasn’t getting any flip.

“Samantha, what’s wrong? Dry spell?” I jokingly asked.

“I don’t get it. Why is it that all of you kittens are getting your pussies banged and I’m stuck with my wand?” I rolled my eyes at her expression, no matter how true it was. Samantha was too uptight about being in a casual or a friend-with-benefits relationship. I am not saying she should fuck anyone who whips it out, but Jason has been feeling her since graduation night. It’s in his eyes when they are together. I surely thought that they had made out at least the night we all went out. She will engage in conversation and partying, but that is it. She treats him with friend status. I know she is into him because we do have our girls’ night out, and she tells us how she likes him.

“You may want to rethink the whole celibacy thing with Jason, you know only friends. He does like you Samantha. All of us can see it and Nicholas has asked me why you won’t go on a date with Jason unless it’s a double date.” She looked at me with puppy dog eyes.

“You know how self-conscious I am, Maya. I am afraid of looking like an idiot.” She laid her head on her desk

“Sam, you are fucking hot and you know it. Stop feeling self-conscious. Just take a chance with him. He’s hot, stable job, no current girlfriend, or fling. He’s perfect for you. Oh, and Nicholas tells me he loves to work out, another plus for him.”

“I dunno, maybe,” she said. I never understood why she was withdrawn when it came to relationships. I think it is out of guilt for my past or perhaps fear because of it.

“Look, my past is over. I’m taking steps toward a committed relationship. Michael was scum times infinity plus infinity. That underground sex club he was a part of—I hope they shut down. Besides, I hear Jason has a pretty big stick.” I winked at Samantha to draw a smile from her, and it worked.

“Okay, Maya. I’ll go out with him, one time,” she agreed.

“And if he tries anything funny, those self-defense classes should come in real handy.” We laughed at my last comment and the tension was gone. “I gotta go. Staying over at Nicholas’s house tonight and have to pack a bag.”

“I’m happy for you and him Maya. He seems like he is the one for you. So how serious are you two?”

“I don’t know. Neither of us likes to label our relationship. It’s obviously more than casual, he said that he loved me, and I told him back. He tells me I’m his and he’s mine.” I started daydreaming about the time at the ranch and how the smell and sound of the rain enhanced that moment in the stables. “I’m sure it’s more than serious.” I finished my explanation before my thoughts took me hostage.

“You sound like you’ve got it pretty bad for Nicholas. It’s on your face, in your body language, defined in your eyes. Why don’t you admit it?” Samantha was right. I keep pulling back and not allowing myself to open up to him. I have given a little of myself to him, but I am sure he wants more. He did ask me to go away with him for a week and I’m sure that will be the topic of our conversation tonight.

“I’ll call you later or see you in the morning, depending on the night.” I avoided answering her question and she did not bring it back up. I got into my car with a montage of what conversations would be like over dinner and how I would respond. It was like rehearsing for a date. I arrived at my place with a package at the door. The label read part one. I shuttered at the thought of the package being from Tabitha, but it also reminded me of a scavenger hunt or pieces to a puzzle. I opened the door, contemplating on the package and placed it on the counter. I checked my house and looked through the mail that I had retrieved from my mailbox on my way in. I kept thinking about the package, afraid to open because it could be something bad. I decided to take a chance and open the package. Inside was a note of sorts. It read:
Wear something that is comfortable. We are having a nice romantic dinner and you bring dessert
. ~
Nick

I was glad that I opened the box. I went to my closet and grabbed my black, sleeveless maxi dress that was so long it covered my feet. I wore black gladiator sandals and pulled my hair up in a high knot and wore small hoop earrings. I grabbed jeans and a T-shirt we had made for a fundraiser to wear for work tomorrow as I knew we would be busy unpacking and organizing. I grabbed my overnight bag, turned off all my lights, and went downstairs to my car. Once I arrived at the garage, a limo pulled up by me.

“Ms. Davis?” the driver asked with extreme caution.

“Yes?” I answered with equal caution.

“Mr. Hansen requested that I drive you to his home and for me to tell you that you don’t have a say in the matter and part two is in the back seat.”

I smiled at Nicholas’s playful affections toward me. The limo driver approached me, took my bag, and opened the door for me. I slid into the car and we headed to Nicholas’s house. I found part two in an envelope and it simply read,
Enjoy the ride
.
Estimated time of arrival is six forty-five.
It’s a three-minute drive, I said to myself. I looked at the back of the card and it said,
2765 NE 14 ST # PH E, Fort Lauderdale, Florida, 33304.
“Fort Lauderdale?” I closed my eyes and shook my head. He’s taking me to his other home. I reached into my purse and grabbed my cell phone to text Nicholas when another text came in.

Nick: Hope you enjoy the ride.

Amaya: Well, this is a nice surprise. Thank you

Nick: Oh, just wait, there’s more.

Amaya: I hope so.

Nick: Did you bring dessert.

Amaya: I thought I was all the dessert you needed.

Nick:
♥
☺

Amaya: Yes, I bought dessert.

Nick: See you soon.

Our conversation ended. I leaned back and enjoyed my ride to Fort Lauderdale. I had only been there a few times, usually due to work related jobs and the time Tia went away for a weekend with the ball player. His team had a rained out game, and he was stuck in California for a double header. We drove up there to party, although Tia and Gabrielle did a little more than party. I swear, sometimes I do not know about those two girls of mine. I heard that Chris had both of them graduation night from Nicholas, but that does not surprise me; they have always liked that kinky shit and I was good with a one-time double dare.

“Ms. Davis, we are pulling into the drive now. I will buzz to let Mr. Hansen know that you are here and he will let you in through the glass doors. Once inside take the elevator up to the fifth floor. He will be waiting for you." I thanked him for the ride and headed toward the doors as instructed. When I heard the doors unlock, I proceeded to go in. The foyer of the building was magnificent and simple at the same time. Marble floors and potted trees graced the entrance, along with four chairs for waiting guests. The hallway, just beyond the foyer, led to the private elevator that took you to the penthouse—Nicholas’s penthouse. I began to get anxious on the ride up, not knowing what would be waiting for me, what to expect. I closed my eyes as the elevator reached the top. When the doors opened, I was at his entrance to his foyer. There was a sofa table and a chair, marble floors, and black textured walls with lighting fixtures. The table had a single bud vase with a white rose inside. On the table was a note with my name on it. I opened it to read its contents.

The door is open, please come in – Nick

I took a deep breath and opened the French doors to his place and there he stood, waiting for me like as the driver said he would.

“You look beautiful,” Nicholas said as he took my bag with my things and my garment bag. “Come on in let me show you the place.” He gave me the grand tour of his luxury penthouse. Three bedroom, three and a half bathroom penthouse on top of a boutique condominium building. I was expecting something smaller since it was only him, but he said that he uses it for family gatherings and friends who come over, like Rick and Chris and, of course, Jason. When we got to his bedroom, I was amazed at the size of his closet. You could remove the small storage shelf and it would be large enough for a twin bed, dresser, and nightstand with room to spare.

“This is simply gorgeous, Nicholas,” I said as he placed my things on the closet rod.

“Thank you, Maya.” He had a grin on his face that made my heart swoon and my sex wet. Why does he have this kind of control over me? I mean I have the pussy power, don’t I?

“I thought you were against using your name and parents' money to fund your life.”

“I don’t use it. I bought this with the first bonus check I received after landing big clients. I got my Porsche when I got you, or rather our representation of us to the NFL. Everything else I accumulated or my mom got for me at estates sales of her clients or gifted to me, like this pool table. Chris bought this for me after he signed his NFL contract. He wanted me to have it so he can have a place to hang out during his down season to help keep him out of trouble.”

“Aww, that was nice of him,” I replied, admiring the pool table he mentioned.

“I will pour you a glass of wine. Go have a seat at the table while I bring the salad.” I walked over to the already set table and sat as he came back with a glass of white wine and a Caesar salad. He then went into the kitchen and grabbed his salad and a bottle of Bud Light.

“Hmm, Bud Light is an excellent vintage,” I said jokingly as he opened his bottle.

“Why yes the hops are quite fragrant in this bottle,” he retorted and used his hand as a visual aid as if he was encouraging the smell. We finished our salads and he bought out the entrée. We had grilled lobster tails with drawn butter for dipping, Fettuccine Alfredo, asparagus spears, and dinner rolls.

“This looks like you cooked all day,” I said as he placed my dinner plate in front of me.

“Thank you. I had the lobster air mailed fresh from Maine this morning.” I stopped mid-bite to see the expression on his face so that I could determine if he was telling the truth, he was.

“Why did you go through that expense and trouble?”

“Because I want to give you the best of everything we do together. If I say I’m going to do something, I am going to do it and do it well. You are worth it to me.” I blushed with admiration. No man has ever treated me like this, with the exception of my father.

“I do appreciate it, Nick.” I winked at him with a smile.

“Will I get another strip dance from you?”

“I don’t know, maybe. If you are a good boy, or rather, a bad boy.” I placed my asparagus spear in my mouth suggestively and began to suck and lick on it. He leaned back in his seat and watched as I performed fellatio with my vegetables. Obviously not able to take much food porn, he got up from the table and walked toward me with an obvious bulge on display. As he was bending down to kiss me, my cell phone rang.

“Amaya Davis speaking.”

“Hello, Amaya. Anderson speaking. I was calling to tell you that the sporting division will be closed tomorrow due to electrical issues with the servers. They discovered it when they were setting up the computers. I hope that’s okay.”

“That’s fine, Mr. Anderson. I have my cell phone in case any clients need to get in touch with me and I will alert the team via email and text message of our temporary schedule change. Should we be up and running by Thursday?”

“They are planning to have it completed by tomorrow afternoon and the IT department will test then. I will let you know if anything else should change.”

“Okay, Mr. Anderson. Thanks for calling. Have a great evening.” Our conversation ended and Nicholas was looking at me with concern in his eyes.

“Is everything okay?” he asked. I stood to meet his gaze and planted a long, wet, sensual kiss on his lips.

“I take that as a yes,” he replied. I grabbed him by his face, pulled him to me, and kissed him again, this time with more passion.

“Yes, everything is fine. I have an impromptu day off due to an electrical issue with the servers in our new office.”

“New office? What new office?”

“Oh, there were changes at work today.” I started untucking his shirt and unbuttoning it forgetting all about the lobster sitting on the table.

“What changes?” I unbuckled his belt and his pants.

“The sporting division is on the twenty-fourth floor now and I am the Senior VP.” I pulled his shirt off and exposed his fabulous chest and abs. He stepped out of his pants and revealed the bulge in his boxer briefs. We walked over to his couch in the living room where I pushed him down, straddled him, and began to writhe on top of him slowly and seductively, nearly bringing me to orgasm. I began to pull my dress off, but Nicholas stopped me and ripped my panties off. He tested the waters at my entrance that was begging for his touch and I began to grind on them, hoping for a fast orgasm.