Strictly Business

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is Paul's perspective of strictly professional. Did he really mean to hurt Michelle? This is strictly business, Enjoy

(p.s. not as graphic as the last)
I have ideas for a short novel, where things get seriously complicated for Michelle and Paul. I am strongly considering it, just want to hear what you guys think, and what your opinion is on that.

Submitted: May 18, 2011

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Strictly Business

You’re on top of the world Paul. Successful job, gorgeous girl-friend, who is about to help you with your future, and plenty of lovely ladies you can still adore. I leaned back in the chair hands behind my head just staring out towards the skyline. Not like Dianne isn’t lovely, she’s absolutely gorgeous, and tomorrow night, after 3 years, we can finally seal the deal. I mused.

There was always one that stuck out, she’s always there clouding your mind Paul. Her copper red hair, god and that pencil skirt today. How can I get her in here? Smell her intoxicating lavender perfume, which just melts with that blouse today. Paul you gotta do something tonight. No right now.

Michelle Burdette
Subject: Favor?

Hey Michelle, I need a quick favor, could you meet me in my office?
Thanks Paul

I couldn’t stand still, what am I even gonna do…? Shit I don’t even have a favor. I squeezed the ball…think Paul…Paul think, not her skirt. Reports. I ripped the folders out, yes! Ok sit. What the hell are you doing, she’s your employee.

Breathe any minute now…Tap…Tap…Tap. They were so soft and gentle, and her slim wrists, If I could just curl my hand around her fingers.
“Come in”, god don’t choke now. Keep your eyes on the ball, Paul. I couldn’t help but squeeze the ball imagining it her breast, what I wouldn’t give.

She walked in, oh those slim curvy legs. Damn I love those pencil skirts, just scrunched under my fingers just grab her. NO! Stand up smile, go.
“Hey there Michelle”, mmm those pink lush lips. Just smile you ass. Put the basketball down, and I placed it on the desk, “I have a favor to ask of you, since the Gala is tomorrow”. My god you sound like an idiot.


Heat just raged through my body, oh god it throbbed. It’s so hot. Shit, she’ll see you. sit! You’re disgusting, stop sweating like a pig, just lean on the desk, cover it. Don’t breath like your about to lose it.Just say something, “I have some important guests coming into town, as you may know. This Gala is really sucking the life out of me”.
You had to look up, right at her tits, didn’t you buddy. Their so perfect, firm and supple. Woah, oh please let me just massage them, god do that again when you breathe. It’s throbbing, she’s gonna make me burst. Don’t moan, just shuffle your papers Paul, stop looking she’ll notice. What a scum.“I was hoping you could finish up two reports for me. I know it’s asking a lot, but I need this Gala to turn out perfect.” I sighed internally, what a save.


I looked up, her eyes so deep, and focused. They sucked me in and her sweet face just lit up, “Yes, of course I’ll have them finished tonight.” Her voice was such a sweet melody, a lullaby I wish to fall asleep to.


“You’re the best Michelle, really you are”, just pile them, and hand them too her. It’s cool just shift, and your all set. I got up and handed them to her. It was like igniting a fire, her touch burning my desire. I had to get closer, look down into those eyes. Her scent lifting me to a high. Stop; don’t make it obvious you’re smelling her. “I’ll come by and pick them up tonight, after I leave the office”, just turn before you violate her.

The door clicked, and relief washed over me like a flood. I sat in my chair catching my breath, before I placed the call.
“Emily Jones’s office, who may I ask is calling”, my attorneys secretary answered.
“Paul Andrew’s, is Emily in the office, I have a message for her”
“Just a moment”, and the phone clicked, wow she sounded like the red head in office space.  It felt like an hr, but only a minute went by before I heard the line pick up.
“Hello, this is Emily Jones”
“Hi Emily, its Paul, just wanted to let you know, I plan on making the announcement at the Gala. Just wanted to let you know”.
“Excellent” her voice chimed on the other line. “I will see you tomorrow night then!”


The phone clicked, and I had nothing left to do. A pang of guilt washed over me, I left the last 10 minutes of work for Michelle, for no damn reason. She’s gonna open the reports and wonder WTF, like your some mentally challenged idiot. I kept my email open waiting for her message. Bing. 1 new Inbox. I had to do everything from rushing out the door.


To: Paul Andrews
Subject: Reports


 Hey Paul, just letting you know I just finished the reports you asked. You can pick them up whenever you’re available.
Michelle

I got to her apartment and paced, chewing my thumb. WTF its cold, I tightened my scarf. Get a grip man, stop being such a Pansy, and go in.

Apartment 2C, it was a cute humble place, nice, but nothing flashy. Just like her, beautiful and modest, but doesn’t even know it. I hope she’s still awake, shit I should have emailed back saying…too late now, just knock.


“Just a sec!” Her voice was distant. Please just hurry up before I bust through here. The door opened a crack, only stopped by the lock. She looked surprised. “Paul”. And shut the door…that’s just…great. Relief came over me, as she opened the door. “Hey”. She was just adorable standing there in her hoodie and Sweats; it was refreshing how laid back and real she looked. No make-up, no business clothes, just her. I wanted to breathe it all in and drink it all up.

“Sorry if I’m bothering you figured I’d come by and pick up the reports.” What else was I gonna say, I’ve been thinking of you naked all afternoon, and how much you made me throb just by standing there?

“The reports?” she sounded confused... “Yes the reports, please come in, and warm up”. She opened the door, and the warmth just welcomed me.
“Thank You”, everything was light, and soft, everything just matched her gentle nature. She always had the sweet aroma of mocha, it mixed with everything about her, I wanted to swim in it.

She sauntered off toward the stove. Yup, her adorable tush was still shapely in those sweats. , “Water is still warm would you like coffee, or hot chocolate?”
“Oh no thank you”, stop looking at her ass.
She sounded almost disappointed, “Oh alright, well here are the reports”, she handed them too me, and I had to force my eyes onto the papers. 


“Thanks”, just shuffle through them, and pretend like they are perfect. She hardly had to do anything not like I really had to check. Just fumble, I can’t leave yet, prolong it. The corner of my eye was staring at her jaw, and the slight parting of her lips. The curve of her jaw luring me. Her smooth skin I couldn’t resist it. God what am I gonna do, i'm burning. It’s burning. The need. The want. I could burst into flames.
Do something NOW! “Looks good” was all I could say. I couldn’t move, I just stared. I GIVE UP!

I tossed the reports on the table and grabbed her. Oh the taste of her lips, strawberry…Oh please don’t be afraid, and she kissed me back. Oh god, I can’t take this heat, it was liquid fire running through me. Just keep pulling my hair, god I love when you moan, and pushed  her  against the wall. I want her to feel every inch of me inside and out.

She was so hot against me. Take this damn sweatshirt off, I want to feel you whole. She slipped my jacket off, and a pulse ran through me to push farther. Her lips like molten magma. I kissed her sweet neck as she moaned her hips grinding with mine. God I love feeling you. Her touch made me jitter in ecstasy as she tore my shirt off, her legs squeezed around my waist. Just feel me.

I lifted her and carried her to the bedroom, I want to make you scream…

**
She laid there breathing deeply as I stroked her arm. She was so beautiful, I couldn’t help but gently brush her lips with my fingers. It was like touching velvet. I had never felt such passion, what was I going to do? What have I done? God Damn Paul you couldn’t just wait. It was like being stabbed in the heart, how could I do this. What has she done to deserve this? Just savor it Paul, it’s all you have left.

I pulled her close, feeling her breathe against me, memorizing the feeling of her touch on every inch of my body. She shifted closer to me, and the guilt blade just twisted in my heart, I think I’m gonna die. I could just leave, leave right now. No, I can’t, this has to last as long as possible.

I was overcome with dread, but her gentle murmurs soothed me to sleep. “I’ll never forget this” I whispered as my eyes shut and I succumbed to my dreams.

**
I woke to light pouring in through the window, and the sound of soft humming, and sizzle. I had to get out quick before I made this worse. I grabbed my Boxer briefs, and put them on. I found her in the kitchen cooking eggs, the way she scratched her heel was just mesmerizing. And that shirt hugging her bum, don’t think about it Paul, you’ll never leave. I grabbed her from behind, wanting to hold on forever. “Good Morning” I kissed her neck, to hide my face.

She turned to wrap her arms around me, I couldn’t help but squeeze her close to me. It was just tantalizing the way she kissed me, and I let out a slight moan, “Mmm at this rate we’d be back in bed, in two minutes”.  I couldn’t help but squeeze her ass just a little. “As much as I would love to, I have to get ready for a meeting, then prepare for the Gala”. I felt sick. I took this moment, this last moment of being utterly close to push back a strand of her hair. Her eyes were so bright, I could look right into her. I would spend the rest of my life looking into them if I had that choice. I kissed her lightly, her lips numbing mine. “As sexy as you look, I need my shirt back”, I reached to unbutton it.

She slipped out of it standing there stark naked. Oh god. My eyes took over and I took her in, it was futile restraining the smile on my face. “Thank You”, I said. Leave now! Before you start again.

I came back dressed and she was in her robe. Just leave go! I grabbed the reports, and leaned to kiss her forehead, for the last time, “I’ll see you tonight”. I nearly ran out, my heart thundering, I thought I would vomit.
**
I was at the Gala, and the place, and everyone just looked, horrible. I was sweating with despair, what is going on. Am I really going through with this?
“Paul Andrews” The voice chimed even in person. I couldn’t look.
“Emily Jones”, just put on that charming smile, people tell you they are so fond of. Nothing is wrong. It’s just business.
“Darling!” She said and coming up to kiss the side of my cheek. I rubbed to wipe and residue of lipstick. “You look ravishing.” She said scanning her eyes up and down.
“And you as well Emily.” Heh, no she didn’t, don’t get me wrong. She was a handsome women, yea handsome describes her. It’s all politics.
“Could we perhaps talk in private”? She said walking away, without even glancing if I followed. I followed with-out speaking, or even glancing. Emily walked coolly to the elevator, and assumed I  would just enter.

She pressed the 8th floor, where the top suites were, and I followed silently to her room. The door slammed shut, and with her back still turned at me she took her gloves of and smacked them together. “Now” she said turning to us and looked at me.

“After tonight, we can get on our way of becoming very rich people” She paused and took a deep breath. “For this to work, I can’t pull all of the strings, you need to convince people, which means.” Her voice took a sharp tone. I couldn’t stop fidgeting. “No more gallivanting, the only way you will see a dime is to do this” She paused again. “This has to go off, without a hitch. Got it.”
“Got it” I wanted to vomit.
“And one more thing”, she called out, and walked slowly towards me. Then looking directly into my eyes, “If there are any problems, there will be consequences” She left out no hint that is was a direct threat. I wanted to gulp, realizing now that I hit the point of no return.

**

I could barely breathe, I thought my lungs were about to combust. I straightened my tie, and got on stage. “Ladies and Gentlemen, Good evening”. I scanned the crowd, showing off a false sense of security. Where is she? Just do it, get it over with. Flash them a smile.  “Let me be the first to welcome you to this year’s Gala”.


Time to take the plunge. “Before I continue, I’d like to first call, Dianne, Dianne Perrows, please come to the stage”.  She looked nervous, and locked eyes with mine, a hint of fear played in her eyes. Without thinking anything else I grabbed her hand, and kneeled. . “Dianne” my voice nearly croaked, “We’ve been together for years now, and I’m ready to take that next step” She smiled cool, but not one shred of it was attractive.

“Dianne, will you marry me”.

**

I sat on the sides of the steps out of view as people filed out. I held out the napkin, reading it over and over. I never saw her, maybe it was for the better. I couldn't handle those eyes slicing my heart into tiny shreds, i would spit on myself.


This is my two weeks’ notice. It’s strictly Professional.


It didn’t seem worth it anymore. All along I thought I could get away with this plan, and get rich quick, and go on my merry way. It didn’t matter, she hates me, and she has a right to. I folded the napkin and tucked it into my inner pocket.

I saw Dianne walking down the stairs, being escorted by Emily. The limo door opened, and Dianne climbed in first. I ran over, and grabbed the door from the driver. “Thank you, I got it” The driver just nodded and went to the driver seat.

“Paul, why thank you” I helped her in, and she took a moment before she spoke, then looked at me. “ Congratulations, I’m excited for the both of you”. She smiled, and I swear she had fangs.
Before slamming the door I looked at both of them, and locked my eyes with Emily,


“It’s strictly Business”.


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