Hey There, Delilah... (11 page)

I am the biggest loser!
  I am lying in bed pulling my own hair out of my head.  I can’t believe the most gorgeous man in the room asked me to bed - me, Miss Frumperella - and I said no like the puss bag that I am. What a dumb ass!

“So tell me what happened? I went to the bar to get another drink and lost sight of you,” Charlie says. We are both lying on my bed going over what happened the night before.

I start with what must look like a dreamy look in my eye. “Well…I met Mr. Fine Ass on the dance floor; we danced for a while and kissed…” But trail off with a wince.

Charlie frowns at me. She knows me too well to
not know how the rest of my night went. “You didn’t sleep with him, did you?”

I sigh in frustration, mostly at myself. “I couldn’t do it, Charlie! I just…I know nothing about him! What if he’s one of those weirdos who wants to take a dump on my chest or something?”

Charlie gives me a bored look. “Those kinds of people have their own clubs where they can all take dumps on each other’s chests,” she says as a matter of fact, as if we are just talking about eating ice cream.

“I just couldn’t do it; I couldn’t have a one night stand with some guy that I just me
t.” I sigh again, knowing what a loser I must sound like.

“So? What now?” Charlie asks, raising an eyebrow at me.

“We made a deal. We’re gonna text during the week and then meet at the club again on Saturday at nine o’clock. I promised him that if we text and get to know each other a little bit, I will wear red lace again for him, and he will be able to take it off,” I say nervously, chewing on skin around my pointer fingernail.

Charlie’s eyebrows shoot up. “Really? So you are definitely going to sleep with him next Saturday?”

“As long as he doesn’t turn out to be some kind of whack job, then sure.” I shrug, trying to come off nonchalant, even though I’m nervous as heck. It doesn’t matter, though, because there is no way in hell this hot guy is going to wait for me. He can probably get any girl he wants.

A chime sounds and I glance at Charlie, who shakes her head. It wasn’t her phone. I roll over and grab my phone off the nightstand. I look down at the screen to see who sen
t me a text, and when I see who it is my heart starts to pound. Holy crap!  He actually texted me! I thought I was going to have to make the first move.

Nico:
 Hey Doll, it’s Nico. I thought I’d get the ball rolling. Shall we start with the basics? What’s your favorite color? Mine is red ;)

I could not stop the smile that spread across my face. I shake my head, this guy is something else. Of course, his favorite color is red. A little piece of me starts to fall for this guy…this guy, who I don’t even know what his real name is or what he really looks like. How is that possible?

LaLa: Hi, Nico. Red is a lovely color. My favorite is blue

Nico: Blue, huh? Did u know that a certain part of my anatomy is that color right now?

LaLa: Is that so? I can’t imagine why ;)

Nico: Ha! Baby, I’ve been like this since we kissed last night

LaLa: Then u might want to make friends with your hand

Nico: Sweetheart, I am
best
friends with my hand

LaLa: LOL

“Is that him?” Charlie asks excitedly.

I nod with a stupid grin on my face. What the hell is wrong with me? I’m acting like a freaking teenager with a crush.

Nico: Cats or dogs?

LaLa: Lol, why?

Nico:  U can tell a lot about a person by their answer

LaLa: Alright, fine. Cats

Nico: Oh, God!

LaLa: What?

Nico: Cats are evil

LaLa: No they’re not

Nico: O
h, yes they are!

LaLa: Fine,
dogs

Nico: U
can’t just change your mind like that

LaLa: Y
es I can

Nico: S
ays who?

LaLa:
I am a woman. It’s my prerogative!

Nico:
Can’t argue with that logic!  I gotta run. Talk to u tomorrow?

LaLa: Absolutely ;)

I sigh, and hate to admit that it sounds a bit dreamy. Charlie is giving me a shit-eating grin that I just want to smack right off her face.

“So? What did he say?” Charlie asks.

“He asked what my favorite color was,” I reply with a nonchalant shrug.

Charlie raises an eyebrow at me.

“What? We said we would get to know each other a little bit,” I say in our defense.

“Okaaay,” Charlie says in a “Whatever you say” kind of manner.

“Well, what about you? Did you hook up with anyone?” I ask, changing the subject.

“Nah, I got a couple
of texts but none of them really caught my interest so I didn’t stay too long.”

I glare at her. “You’re the one who dragged me to this club, and you didn’t even hook up with anyone?”

“Hey, I’m not going to just settle on some random dude. The guy needs to really catch my eye and none of them were doing it for me,” Charlie explains.

“Except for that hottie by the stairs that you refused to talk to,” I mutter.

“Oh don’t start.” Charlie sighs. “Can we go watch a movie or something?”

“Yeah, yeah,” I reply as we both head out into my living room and settle on the couch to find something to watch on TV.

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The weekends are never long enough. It’s Monday, I am back at work, and I can’t take it anymore. I keep glancing at my phone, waiting and hoping that it chimes to let me know that there is a text. Ever since Saturday, I cannot stop thinking about LaLa. The feel of her body against mine as we danced, the sweet smile on those luscious lips of hers, and damn, that kiss…I will never forget that kiss.

I feel like a freaking chick, waiting for a man to call because he said he would, when
in reality, he does not intend to do so. Is LaLa just fucking with me? Does she really want to meet with me on Saturday, or is she just screwing with my head? I figure since I initiated yesterday that I would wait for her to text me first today. But, shit, I never realized how impatient I am.

I glance out of my window
ed wall at Delilah.  I involuntarily smile and my heart flutters for an instant. She is looking pretty cute today. She looks like she actually took a few moments to make herself look nice.  Her hair is shiny and soft looking, not dull and limp like it was when she first started working for me.  And her outfit is still conservative, but she looks as though she bought something new that actually fits her. She’s wearing a pale blue cap sleeved blouse and a black pencil skirt that stops just below her knees, like the sexy school teacher I used to have wet dreams about. God damn her!

S
he’s not supposed to look good. She’s supposed to be frumpy and unattractive! That’s why I hired her, so that she wouldn’t tempt me. I wish LaLa would just text me already and distract me from the woman sitting only a few feet away.  I need to get some work done. At this rate, I am going to have to come in this weekend, and I really don’t want to be too tired to give LaLa’s hot little bod the attention it deserves. 

I decide to go out for lunch by myself. I need time to gather my thoughts and get my shit together. And I need to do it away from Delilah.
 How did I get myself into this position? Before, no woman was tempting me…now, I can’t get my mind off two!  Of course, as soon as I am otherwise distracted, and my head clears slightly, a text comes in. I am in the middle of biting into my burger when my phone bings. I quickly wipe my mouth with a napkin then pick up my phone, which is sitting next to my plate.

LaLa: Hey there, hot stuff!

Nico: Hey, Doll, what’s shakin’?

LaLa: Other tha
n my ass?

I laugh out loud, getting a few odd looks from the people sitting around me.
I take a sip of my water and clear my throat.

Nico: Nice!

LaLa: Question of the day – Favorite food & drink?

Nico: Hmm, I’d have to say buffalo wings & beer

LaLa: Sounds like a typical guy

Nico: Yeah, well…I do happen to be a guy. What about u?

LaLa: My favorite is anything Alfredo – chicken, seafood, whatever. My favorite drink is probably lemonade. Not much of a drinker.  

Nico: Cool. What are u doing right now?

LaLa: Taking a little break from work & u?

Nico: Same. Are u wearing any red lace at the moment?

LaLa: LOL, no. I’m saving that for Saturday.

Nico: So no one else is going to be seeing u without clothes on until Saturday?

LaLa: I told u I’ve never had a 1 night stand & I certainly wouldn’t be going to Club M if I had a boyfriend.

Nico: Nice to know…

LaLa: What about u? U seem like a Club M regular

Nico: I’m not going to lie, I am, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about u & all of the possibilities for Saturday ;)

LaLa: So does that mean u don’t have a girlfriend that you’re cheating on?

Nico: No, I do not. I might sleep around while I’m single, but I’m not a cheater.

I rub my hand over my jaw. This conversation is getting a little too heavy for me. I don’t want to get into too much detail with her since I’m only going to be sleeping with her once. I’m just trying to make her comfortable enough to have a one night stand.

Nico: Listen, Doll, I gotta get back to work. I’ll text u tomorrow with another question of the day ;)

LaLa: Sounds good! ttyl

I sigh and finish my burger before heading back to work. I walk down the hall toward my office, and just as I pass the women’s bathroom, Delilah steps out and right into my path. I have no choice but to grab her; otherwise, she would end up sprawled out on the floor. She makes a surprised squeal and clings to my tie with both hands, which in turn, yanks my face down to hers.

Holy shit! Our noses are touching, that’s how close we are. My eyes search hers. Damn, I never realized how beautiful her eyes are.  I knew they were hazel, but up this close, I can see the details and each fleck of green and gold. They are absolutely memorizing, and I can definitely get lost in them. Her lashes are long and thick, making the perfect frame for those windows to her soul.

Our bodies are pressed tightly together and now I know
exactly
what is under those conservative clothes that she wears. She’s got a rockin’ bod - tiny little frame with a huge rack, which at the moment is smashed against my chest.
Oh good lord!
I stupidly take a breath in through my nose and am instantly enveloped by her cherry and vanilla scent. I stifle the urge to groan.

“Nick,” Delilah says a bit breathlessly, making me wonder if that’s what she would sound like if I had her in my bed.

I glance down at her lips - another fucking stupid thing to do – and they are plump and pink and…fuck me! I want to know what she tastes like. I watch, as if in slow motion, as she hesitantly swipes her tongue along her lower lip, answering the question of if she wants it, too. No! No, I will not kiss Delilah! I will not screw the best secretary I’ve ever had! I slowly release her, making sure she has her balance.

I clear my throat. “I’m sorry, Delilah, I didn’t see you.”

Delilah nods quickly and smoothes her hand over my tie. “Uh…yeah, it’s fine…I didn’t see you either. Thanks for catching me,” she says with a tight smile, then looks away.

I scrub my hand over my scruffy jaw. “Yeah, sure, no problem.”

We stand there for a moment looking at each other before both making excuses and practically running back to our desks. Goddamn, that was awkward! I got my cock throbbing in my pants and on top of that, I’m confused as hell. When the hell did I become so attracted to Delilah? It’s like it just happened overnight. She is completely off limits, though. I am not going through the torture of finding and training another secretary. I just need to get laid, that’s all. That is definitely my problem. Hopefully this week goes by quickly and I can forget all about Delilah while I’m planted between LaLa’s luscious legs.

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As soon as I see that Nick is closed off in his office and is working, I call Charlie. My heart is still pounding wildly from my collision with him.

“Hey LaLa, what’s up?” Charlie answers.

“Oh my God, Charlie.  You’ll never believe what just happened to me!” I say in a rush.

“What? What happened?” Charlie asks frantically, but I know she is just humoring me, the bitch.

“I just ran into Nick in the hall.  Like full out ran into him, where he had to catch me. Our noses were touching we were so close. I could smell the mint on his breath!” I whisper into the phone, making sure there is no way Nick can hear me freaking out.

“Oookay, and?”

“I…I think he might have wanted to kiss me.  He looked at my lips and I swear to God he got a hard on while we were pressed together,” I say in my hush hush voice.

“Oh yeah? That’s hot,” Charlie teases, not understanding the urgency of what just happened.

“What if he’s attracted to me now? Maybe I shouldn’t go to Club M on Saturday. What if I actually have a chance with Nick? I mean, you know how I feel about him,” I ramble.

“Don’t shit where you eat, LaLa. I think you need to forget about Nick and focus on Nico,” Charlie admonishes.

I groan and hang my head. I know she’s right. Nick is my boss and I shouldn’t even be thinking about him as anything more than that. But he’s just so fucking gorgeous! Then again, Nico was pretty fine, and he without a doubt wanted me. I’m not at all positive about how Nick feels about me.

“Go on Saturday and do your thing with Nico. Believe me, it’s the best idea,” Charlie says reassuringly.

“Agh, alright, fine. I gotta go, I’ll talk to you later,” I say, aggravated at the world in general.

Charlie chuckles. “
Okay, see ya.”

I hang up the phone and resist the urge to smash it. I really like Nick, and after what just happened, I feel like he might actually like me, too. But
, I also am starting to have feelings for Nico, which I still don’t understand because I barely know the guy. Charlie is right, though, I should forget about Nick.  He does come off as kind of a player, and I really don’t want a guy like that in my life. And, of course, there is the whole ‘he’s my boss’ thing.

A few seconds later my phone bings and it is a text from Charlie. All it says is, “I love you,” and I smile. She always knows what I need to hear.

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