True Confessions (7 page)

“Is it true that there’s a large and growing gay and lesbian population?”

“That’s what I’ve been told. Atlanta isn’t called the new San Francisco for no reason.”

“Interesting. You know, you remind me so much of my first love. She was kinda quiet, with your smoldering, alluring beauty and innocent sexiness.”

I blushed. “Really?” I asked, breaking our eye contact.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. That was inappropriate. I apologize if I made you uncomfortable in any way.”

“No, I’m fine.”

Drake glanced down at his watch. “Man, look at the time. I guess we’d better be getting back before they come looking for us and while we still have jobs.” He signaled for the waiter and the check.

“You’re right, my manager demands promptness from our team. I wouldn’t want to get on her black list because of tardiness.”

He winked conspiratorially. “Don’t worry. I’ll handle her. If she asks, I’ll say we were on a boring business lunch that dragged on.”

Drake and I made it back to the building and waited at the first bank of elevators to go up to our floors. The elevator doors opened and a stream of people rushed out. As we stepped in, surprisingly, he and I were the only two people in the elevator. I stood to one side and Drake stood on the other. There was a comfortable silence that only we could truly appreciate.

“Drake, thanks for the lunch. I see what I’m missing by eating at my desk all the time. I seriously have to go out more and enjoy the Midtown restaurants.”

“I definitely enjoyed the meal and the company. See you Friday, Kennedy,” he said as we arrived at my floor and I stepped off. “Kennedy?” he called, pushing the button to keep the elevator door open.

“Yes?” I stopped walking and turned around.

“Don’t worry. You’ll meet that special man soon.”

“If you say so.”

“Trust me.” The door shut with me still starring at it and trying to figure out his hidden message.

On Friday, I was back in Drake’s office, behind closed doors again. Since Fridays were casual, I was dressed down in a cotton, long-sleeve button-down shirt and dark navy blue slacks with my hair pulled back in a ponytail. I was looking more like a college student than a professional businesswoman. But at least I didn’t overdo it, like some of the women on my floor who obviously thought Casual Friday meant Nightclub Friday.

Drake had on a tennis shirt embossed with our corporate logo, and khaki pants. Even dressed down, the man was all that. Now that I had gotten a better view of those abs, I had an overwhelming urge to reach out and squeeze them. I couldn’t deny it—the man was making me crazy.

“Let me get up so you can claim your seat,” he laughed, showing those straight white teeth that reminded me of the sexy actor Taye Diggs.

I smiled, somewhat shyly. “Thank you, sir. Good afternoon.”

“Oh, let’s not go back to that formality. We had a great lunch the other day and I thought all those barriers came down with the meal. Deal?”

“Deal.”

As I moved into my assigned seat, we briefly brushed against each other and my nipples instantly hardened like he had stroked them. Drake smelled divine.

“Excuse me,” I said, catching my breath.

“Sure. You look nice today, but you always look good.”

“Thanks. Are you ready to get started?”

“First, I want to ask you something.”

“Okay.” I looked up at him expectantly, waiting for his question.

“This is totally not business related, but I feel comfortable around you. I hope you feel the same about me.”

I stared at him and searched his face, unsure of what he was going to ask me. I guess Drake saw uncertainty reflected in my eyes.

“Really, my question is nothing major. I went to a nightclub the other night and almost got mobbed by the women there. Are Atlanta women always that aggressive?”

I laughed and exhaled. “I don’t know, I guess so from what I’ve heard. I don’t do the club scene much, but the women in Atlanta are pretty bold. The women-to-men ratio is pretty high, so the competition is fierce and no holds barred.”

“I see. Well, curious minds wanted to know. That’s all. It’s cool. I had women asking me to dance, wanting to buy me drinks and take me home.”

“Welcome to Atlanta.”

He didn’t say anything, just stared at me.

“What?”

“Nothing. I probably shouldn’t say this again, but you are a beautiful woman, Kennedy.”

“And thank you again,” I said, looking off before Drake saw how flustered he was making me.

“No, really, you are gorgeous. Are my comments making you uncomfortable?” he asked, searching my face for answers.

“Of course not. I love being told I’m beautiful by a handsome man,” I said, laughing my nervous giggle. I found myself searching for strands of my hair to twist between my fingers. I forgot it was up in a ponytail. So my hand hung in the air, making me feel foolish.

“You should be used to it by now, Kennedy.” Drake’s eyes never left my face. Was he searching for a reaction?

There was an awkward, uncomfortable silence as I felt my face heat up. In my nervousness, I shuffled the paperwork on his desktop.

“Well, I guess we need to get to work and earn our paychecks. I only have two of your precious hours and we still have a lot to cover.”

“Let’s dig in,” I stated, eager to get back to business-related matters. I was more comfortable discussing clients and their needs.

Drake and I worked steadily for over an hour. I typed codes into his Excel spreadsheet and my neck was getting stiff, so I found myself massaging it with my free hand. Without expecting it, Drake came up behind me.

“Got a kink?”

I nodded and kept typing.

“Here, let me fix that.” Drake proceeded to firmly but gently knead the muscles of my neck with his large hands. It felt so good that I found myself closing my eyes and reclining against his expert hands.

“How’s that? Better?”

“Much better.” I didn’t want him to stop.

“Good,” he said as his hand inched further down. I could feel the heat of his fingertips through my thin cotton shirt. He hesitated.

I froze too, stiff as a board. I didn’t breathe. Didn’t dare to.

“Kennedy, I know this sounds crazy, but I have this overwhelming urge to touch you.”

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t know what to say, or do, because this man was my superior. With my back to him, I kept staring at the computer screen like it held all the answers. The secret to life. My mind was screaming, Yes, yes, yes, touch me, but my tongue wouldn’t verbalize it.

I was in conflict because I would be going against my self-imposed work policy about dating coworkers. Or would this be considered sexual harassment. Yet, I’d never had such a strong sexual attraction to any man before. Drake was the complete package: handsome, professional, financially secure, well-rounded, and sexy. Drake had it all; he was every woman’s dream. Even Mother would approve.

“Kennedy?” Drake asked, pressing his hand against my shoulder.

I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. By now, my chest was heaving up and down. My mind was screaming for me to stop this madness before it went too far. However, I wasn’t thinking with my brain.

“Kennedy?” Every time Drake spoke my name, his right hand went down a little further. Almost there.

“Kennedy, talk to me, Do you want this?” This time his hand made contact. I tensed up and immediately found myself relaxing as his fingers skillfully began caressing my breasts and hard, throbbing nipples. Without realizing it, I leaned into his hand and embraced his touch.

“Hmmm. You feel so good. Just like I imagined. I dreamed about you the other night.” His fingers were kneading firmly, but gently. When he tweaked my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, I swooned.

“Turn around, let me see you.” He proceeded to swirl my chair around and I was flushed. I looked down at the floor.

He slowly, gently lifted my chin back up. “Look at me.” His eyes never left mine as he proceeded to unbutton the tiny buttons on my shirt. He took his time, drawing out the anticipation.

I was breathing so deeply I thought I would hyperventilate and need a brown paper bag to breathe into.

“Drake, I’m not sure about this.”

“Sssh, it’s okay,” he softly whispered, rubbing his index finger sensually across my lips. It was so light; it felt like being touched by a feather.

“Somebody might walk in.”

“Kennedy, take a chance. Trust me. My associates know not to disturb me when my door is closed. Beautiful,” he said, proceeding to lift up my lacy bra and push it out of the way. My breasts were fully exposed, sitting high, and my nipples were already proudly erect. On display. Beckoning him. Welcoming him.

There wasn’t any more talking. Drake bent down in front of me, without my permission, and proceeded to suck my breasts like a starving man. He was definitely a breast man because this went on for about thirty minutes with him sucking, touching, licking, and squeezing them until I moaned out loud several times. Perfect care was given to each breast.

Drake made me feel so good. I held on to the side of my chair and gave into the wonderful sensations as he pulled me near. The only sounds were our breathing, moaning, and his sucking. My nipples were as hard as they had ever been, and every time he tweaked them, I moaned out loud. He didn’t touch me anywhere else. Drake didn’t even kiss my lips, only my neck. He showered me with light, delicate kisses, whispered in my ear, and sucked my breasts some more, tenderly biting down on my nipples. He was on a mission. Finally, he stopped abruptly and stood back up. I couldn’t read the blank expression on his face.

“Kennedy, you’re a sweet lady. So sweet,” he stated, gently cupping my face.

I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. He had taken my breath away.

Drake leaned back down and stroked my nipples between his fingers one more time. Had a nipple in each hand, pulling. Again, an involuntary moan of pleasure escaped me as I saw a small smile of victory grace his face.

“That should take the edge off,” he said with a sparkle in his eyes. “Listen, why don’t we knock off for today. We’ve accomplished a lot, but let’s meet again next week.”

“I don’t know,” I said, swiftly and awkwardly buttoning up my shirt.

“I’ve already talked with your manager and she said I could have you as long as I need you.”

“Did she?” I questioned.

“So it’s settled. Same time next week,” Drake said, sitting on the edge of his desk and intensely watching me as I clumsily fastened the last button on my shirt. My breasts were straining to be free again. To be handled by him. Same time then.”