My day had not started well. I was sitting in the office checking my email hoping this headache that I had all day would go away, when Stacy burst in looking incredibly happy and flushed.
“I have a new client for us,” she practically sang as she plopped down into the swivel chair in front of my desk.
I sat back in my seat and stared at her. She seemed too happy about this client. It made me nervous.
“Okay, who is this new client that has you so excited?”
She scooted the chair around my desk until she was sitting right next to me. She plopped some pictures down in front of me. I looked them over and was amazed at what I saw.
The house was gorgeous. It would become the biggest house we had decorated so far if we got the chance. It looked to be about 10,000 square feet of
amazingness
. We had always wanted to decorate a multimillion dollar home and it looked like now we had the opportunity.
“Whose house is this?” I asked still flipping through the pictures of the interior.
“Well, David said one of his teammates liked what we did to his house and thought maybe we could decorate his home. David said he took one look at our website and decided he wanted us to design his house.”
I continued to scroll through the pictures. It didn’t look like there was much done to the house so far. I knew I would have to visit the home to get a better look, but it had so much potential to be a huge payoff for us. I flipped through some more pictures and saw the owner standing outside the house.
My mouth dropped opened.
I pointed to him in the picture and looked at Stacy.
“We are going to design his house?” I asked.
She smiled looking so excited.
“Yes! Isn’t it great! I have to say, getting David to send us some clients really has paid off! You can now tell me ‘I told you so’,” she said patting me on the back.
The picture was of Keith Morgan, starting wide receiver and my wet dream. He was the reason I got so hot and bothered at David’s games.
The object of my obsession was staring at me through the picture. My mouth started to water and I could feel my body start to sweat. I could not take my eyes off the picture.
“Hannah?”
I am not sure if I heard anything she said. I was too busy thinking about the beautiful man that was in front of me.
He was a delectable specimen of a man. I was in love with his dark skin and long dreads. His smile in the picture was perfect and you could see the outline of his taut body through his shirt.
Stacey was trying to act dumb now but, she knew that I always fantasized about having him in my bed. The only thing that stopped me was David.
Damn! I thought. I promised him that I would not get involved with another one of his teammates. I wanted to scream.
In the background, Stacy was going on and on about how amazingly huge his house was and how easy this project was going to be.
I in turn could not stop thinking about wrapping my mouth around his dick and having him fuck my brains out even if it meant having David kill me or disown me for doing it.
I think Stacy knew me well enough to know that look in my eyes. The look I get when I see another sexual conquest.
“Hannah!”
I snapped back into focus and looked at her.
“What?”
She shook her head.
“Don’t you even think about it!”
I pretended like I didn’t know what she was talking about.
“What?”
She folded her arms across her chest.
“Look, Hannah,” she began.
I already knew what she was going to say before she said it. I get this lecture quite often.
“You have to stay professional on this one. I know you have a major crush on this guy but I need you to listen. This is our first big client and we cannot build a reputation that we fuck our clients.”
She must be really serious about this one. She actually cursed. I was slightly offended.
Just slightly.
“Stacey, I know. I will be extremely professional on this one. This is our big break!”
She could see right through me.
“Hannah, promise me.”
I raised my right hand.
“I PROMISE!”
Not only did I have David telling me not to sleep with Keith but now Stacey was telling me not to. I was hoping that was enough to keep me off him. I couldn’t be sure.
She stared at me for a few seconds and then she smiled.
“Okay, let’s get started on our plan.”
***
About a week later, I stood outside the front door of the amazing mansion of Keith Morgan. I talked Stacey into letting me be the lead on this project.
She was reluctant at first, but when I reminded her that she had a lot in her plate and I had just wrapped up two projects, she relented.
I rang the doorbell and stood back.
I wasn’t nervous at all. I was confident that Stacy and I had a great plan for this house. After going through all of the photos we felt that our strategy was flawless.
Plus, I figured that it would be no problem for me to keep my promise to Stacy and David. Rich and powerful men like Keith Morgan don’t handle these things themselves. They have an assistant or liaison to take care of it. I blessed my lucky stars for that one. The last thing I wanted was to be alone with the man.
After a few minutes, a short balding black man opened the door. I opened my mouth to explain who I was when he raised a hand to silence me. He moved aside and I entered the house.
The balding man instructed me to follow him and I did taking note of the house as I walked through.
I wanted to say that the house was as beautiful inside as it was outside but that would be a lie. The house was bare and there were no architectural details that stood out to me.
I knew that pictures were not going to give me the best idea of what needed to be done to the house. However, we have an amazing plan.
It was obvious that he was in desperate need of our help. I gripped my portfolio instinctively knowing that we had just hit a huge payday.
I was led into a large family room off the kitchen and dining room area.
“Please have a seat. Mr. Morgan will be with you shortly,” he said and quickly vanished from the room.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. Keith Morgan was here and he was going to be handling this meeting. I took a deep breath and told myself, there was no way he was handling this meeting alone. I’m sure he had a team of people or at least an assistant that would be helping him.
That thought made me feel better and I began to prepare. I moved some of his things off the table in front of me and laid out our plan for the kitchen, the bedrooms and the living room. Color swatches and fabrics were laid out and I was ready to go.
I looked up when I heard footsteps approaching. When he entered the room I felt like I had stopped breathing. He was more beautiful in person.
He wore black slacks and a gray buttoned up collared shirt. His attire was impeccable. I noticed that he was into the flashy with a Rolex on his wrist and a bracelet of diamonds on his other wrist.
I was immediately at a loss for words. I scrambled to my feet and he walked toward me with a smile on his face.
I extended my hand.
“I’m Hannah Jones.”
He approached me still smiling. This guy had swag and it showed in the way he walked into the room. He grabbed my extended hand and instead of shaking it, he placed his lips on it and kissed me gently.
“When I saw your picture on the website I knew you were the beautiful woman I saw after the game,” he complimented.
I smiled and I was sure my face was red.
“Yes, that was me.”
I pulled my hand from his grasp and walked over to the couch where I was sitting. He followed and sat down very close to me. I realized then that there was no one with him. I looked around trying to see if someone was coming or if I missed them.
“So, are we waiting for your assistant or someone else?” I asked praying that we would not be alone.
He smiled.
“I decided that I would handle this meeting on my own.”
I watched as he drunk in my appearance. I made sure that I was completely covered up despite how blistering hot outside it was.
I wore a knee length black pencil skirt with a button up short sleeved baby blue blouse. Every button was buttoned. Yet, when you have big breasts, you can’t always hide them.
“I’m glad I did. I wouldn’t want your attention to be on anyone but me.”
His smile was beautiful with pearly white teeth. I could not help but to smile back. I watched as he leaned on the couch with his arm draped across the back.
“Shall we begin?” I asked trying not to notice the erection he had in his pants.
He nodded his head.
I began by asking him his vision. What was he looking for in the design of the house?
“I’m not sure what you mean.”
“Okay,” I said. “Let me rephrase. When you come home after a long stint out of town with a bunch of away games what do you want to come home to?”
He smiled.
“So, what would I want to see in my home when I come home from a long hard stint on the road?” he asked with his hand on his chin as if he were in deep thought.
It made me smile.
“Yes, what would you want to see?”
He smiled and placed his hand on my knee. His eyes were staring right through me. I swallowed the lump that was forming in my throat.
“I would want to see a beautiful sexy naked woman in my bed ready for me to devour her.”
We just stared at each other for a few moments. He was sizing me up, looking me up and down and licking his sexy lips in the process. I could feel my heart pounding.
I wanted him bad!
Then Stacy and David came into my mind and I knew I could not do this. I needed to stay professional no matter what.
“Why don’t we talk about something else?” I asked grabbing the designs that we had come up with for the kitchen.
He smiled again realizing that I was desperately trying to change the subject. I knew that he saw the desire in my eyes.
“Whatever you say, pretty lady.”
In order to keep my sanity I launched into a spiel about what we thought would look best in the kitchen. Throughout my speech, I noticed that he would occasionally rub up against me or place his hand on my arm or knee.
With every touch from him I could feel my panties getting wetter and wetter.