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  There’s no direct rule in the company handbook stating that dating another employee is forbidden, while I’m sure there should be, there isn’t. Hell, my mother has been fucking the marketing director for god knows how long! I know that I shouldn’t want to pursue anything with someone who is technically employed by Mad Designs, but sometimes you cannot help it.

  Why am I so angry?

  She raises her hands in resignation. “Look, Ty. Just looking out for the brand. Nothing personal. Sorry.” She slowly backs away.

  Allison is standing across the studio, having just witnessed the standoff Maddie and I had while she shakes her head standing in her signature super hero pose that I’m fond of.

  “Thank you for my breakfast, it was delicious.” I say, trying to alleviate the mood of the space even though I was still thoroughly angry at Maddie.

  She warily smiles and walks over to me slowly.

  “Please don’t ruin this for me.” She whispers, her eyes full of trepidation.

  My body stills, not quite sure how to interpret her meaning.

  “Listen, Allie – that was nothing but asserting my authority. This isn’t ruined.” I speak softly, spreading my arms motioning to the studio.

  She nods and then bounces away to where she finishes with her outfit change. She’s dressed in short shorts with a floral and geometric pattern, one that I created on accident while drinking with Beth.

  I pull my phone out and call my bonehead brother for a distraction.

  “You got Jake. Leave me something and I’ll get you back.” His voicemail.

  “Hey fuckfaces. I need you guys back here. Your lady needs to butt the fuck out of my personal life and remember her place. Get your asses back to work, I can’t be doing your job on top of mine.” I hang up and pocket my phone and resume my work.

  The day went by quickly after that. I had a phone call with my mother, had a mini meeting with Beth during lunch and then finally spoke to my idiot brother. I was so engrossed in the spreadsheet from our marketing department that I hadn’t realized that the shoot was over for the day and Allison was ready, standing in front of me.

  CHAPTER SIX

  ALLISON

  To be honest, I should have just asked my dad to leave a car in the garage when he picked up my car the other night, but secretly I was enjoying the time with Tyson, even though he was confusing as hell. He hadn’t kissed me since that day in the elevator and then again in his office. But he expressed that he wanted to spend time with me from time to time. He also mentioned that he wanted to fuck me, but he hasn’t shown direct interest since. He continued to deny my offer to come into my apartment when he would drop me off at home but when we would arrive to the building long before my call time, he would insist that I hang out in his office with him.

  My car would be at my apartment by the time I got home this evening, so our time would appear to be coming to an end. I was both happy and sad at the same time. I hated to depend on someone like I was a child, yet it also felt good to be taken care of, however small the gesture was.

  On the way down the 101 as we sit in traffic, I fiddle with the stereo and land on an easy listening station. He didn’t like to talk on the drive, but he didn’t mind music. Since I’m passenger, I called radio control and he has yet to refute it.

  “So, I wanted to thank you for the rides to and from work the past few days while my car was broken. But my car should be home tonight, so you don’t have to go out of your way anymore.” I smile.

  I see his knuckles whiten on the steering wheel, and for a moment I feel guilty for breaking the silence, when I know that he does his thinking on the rides to and from work.

  “It hasn’t been out of my way. It’s on my way to and from.” He says, his tone tense.

  “Thank you though. Can I make you dinner or something to properly thank you?” Do I only want to cook him dinner? Wait, I can’t cook worth shit, what I am thinking? I will order dinner. Yes, order him dinner.

  “What if I didn’t take you home this evening?” He doesn’t answer my question.

  “I’m sorry, but what?”

  “What if you came home with me this evening? We can have dinner at my house and that way neither of us would need to cook?”

  “Don’t you think that’s a little presumptuous not to take me home? You don’t even know if I like you.”

  “You like me.” He smiles.

  “What, do you have like some fancy personal chef or something? Does Gordon Ramsey live in your backyard?” I playfully tease him.

  “No, Lincoln does. And yes, he’s my personal chef.” I’m stunned silent so he continue. “You can stay the evening, and I can get you back to the city in the morning. Or I can drive you home after?”

  “And why would that be Ty?” I ask, egging him on.

  “Because I want to.” He offers as if it was that simple.

  I only have one more day of shooting in the city for this marketing plan for the summer Line for the first round of designs. I wouldn’t be due back in for re-shoots for a week or two, so what do I have to lose. Hell, it could just be a fun time that I would be passing up on. And Tyson isn’t the worst person to look at or spend time with. While he’s cocky and so sure of himself, he’s been nothing by caring and kind to me, not at all like the type of person that I thought he would be. I don’t have class tonight, and I’m not scheduled to call in this evening either, so what the hell!

  “Sure.” I say quietly.

  “Excuse me? Can you repeat that and louder?” He asks, a hint of laughter under his tone.

  “Sure, I’ll hang out at your house tonight.” My voice cracks towards the end, as I realize what that means.

  He’s going to fuck me tonight.

  ***

  We pull up to an immaculate gate, and it automatically opens without Tyson pressing any buttons, behind that gate, up a long driveway sits a beautiful home, bricks and columns and suddenly I’m thankful we’re not sitting in my shabby living room on my second hand couch eating take out on while watching crap television. I don’t know how long I sat in the passenger seat gaping at his massive house, as he was now kneeled down eye level with me with my door open.

  “Hey. You okay?” He asks, with his hand pulling my face to look at him.

  I wipe away the drool, which I’m sure wasn’t there and nod unable to form coherent words. He helps me out of the car and we walk towards the front door.

  I’m welcomed with vaulted ceilings with wood dark mahogany beams and a steel staircase that you would see in a home magazine of your dreams. I know I’m drooling now, as I walk through the great room and wherever he leads me to. We enter, what looks like his kitchen and while I can’t cook to save my life, this is a dream kitchen. The kitchen wall window overlooks an infinity pool and an amazing entertaining backyard that I could have sworn I’ve seen on HGTV one time.

  “This place, is yours?” I stutter out.

  “Yeah, bought it after I took over Mad Designs.” He shrugs. He opens the fridge and looks at the contents. He shakes his head and grabs a bottled water holding it out for me. Suddenly, I’m parched and I take it greedily.

  “I need to make a quick call to Lincoln, make yourself at home.” He says, reaching for the wall phone off a wall that magically appeared.

  He is quick on the phone and within a minute a lean and tanned gentleman walks through the French doors off the kitchen. He’s close to my age and has a hint of exotic radiating off of him as he carries himself through the space.

  “Good evening. Tyson informed me you were joining him for dinner. Do you have any allergies?” He asks shaking my hand, getting straight to business.

  I shake my head.

  “Do you enjoy Mexican or Italian cuisine?”

  “I do. Both.”

  “Tacos?” Tyson asks, his voice childlike and hopeful.

  “I love Tacos. I can help, kinda.” I start to offer up.

  “Nonsense. You enjoy. I’ll let you two know once it’s ready. Sh
ould be about an hour and half. I will assure the ingredients are present.” And with that, he is out of sight.

  “Are you for real?” I ask looking at him as he comes to my side.

  His hand caresses my cheek as he leans in closer to me. He doesn’t answer me, but his eyes are burning with need. I’m nervous and unsure as to what to do with my hands. It’s not like I’m inexperienced or anything, Tyson just alludes some strange power that I don’t even know how to explain. He leans in and places a soft kiss on my neck, just below my ear which makes my heart feel like it’s going to beat out of my chest.

  “Come. I’ll give you a tour.” He says as his hand trails down my arm and clasps my hand. With his fingers entwined with mine, and pulls me through the house, talking about the architecture as he announces the rooms we enter and exit.

  It’s a beautiful home, it’s huge and a lot of space for just him, many of the rooms are sterile and hold no character. There are a lot of bedrooms and just as many bathrooms; there is even an elevator which is insane since I’ve never been in a house that had an elevator. Eventually, we’ve made it up to the third floor and we exit the elevator to a huge bedroom that has to be the size of the entire first floor, or at least most of it. I figure by the king size bed in the center of the room and a more lived in feel that this is the master bedroom, his bedroom.

  Holy shit! I’m in his bedroom!

  “You have a beautiful home.” I say running my finger over a bookshelf holding several business books. My fingers stop on a Business for Dummies book and I quirk an eye over at him. He sees what I’ve stopped on and just shrugs.

  “I was young when I started out, I grew up in the business, but I was still fresh out of college. I bought every book there was on how to run a business. I had the schooling and the knowledge of my parents running ship, but I wanted to offer something different. Something that wasn’t done before, I wanted to rejuvenate the brand and not just continue on how it had been running.” He offers, more than I was expecting.

  I keep moving as he’s suddenly beside me. He takes my hand and pulls me over towards the middle of the room. He walks me backward as he again entwines our hands together.

  “I’m not going to hold back anymore, Allie. I can’t hold back anymore.” He whispers as his lips ghost over my cheek and my breath hitches.

  “Why were you holding back Ty?” I ask quietly.

  “Because I wanted to, because I had to.” He says as his lips crash against mine. His tongue searches in my mouth for connection with my own and when I provide that to him, he presses into me further and I feel wholly swallowed up by him. We’ve walked backwards to his bed and soon his body is hovering over mine. His weight being held up on his palms to not crush me, but pressing into me in all the right places leaving me gasping and seeking more contact. As his pelvis grinds against my core, I’m reminded that I haven’t had any sexual contact in months and while this could only be a onetime thing, I should give it my all and just let whatever happen.

  As his hand drifts to my thigh, he moves it upward, lightly caresses against my skin which is giving me goose bumps as he kisses along my neck and collarbone.

  Suddenly, there’s a vibration against my thigh, he ignore it. The vibrating picks back up again and Tyson moves back and reaches into his pocket. He answers the call without looking at who is interrupting us, yet still hovers over me.

  “Yes?” He grunts out. He’s silent for a moment, yet I can see the wheels turning in his head, as he lifts off of me. His eyes flicker to mine, I still see the desire burning and I attempt a smile as I sit up and straighten my clothing. “I see, that is alright. Please make the appropriate reservations and I will accommodate my schedule. Jake will be back in town tonight, so I wouldn’t be needed for the shoots any further.”

  He never mentioned that he wouldn’t be there during the shoot tomorrow, why do I feel so bummed about that? I run my hand through my hair and take a deep breath.

  “Email me the itinerary and directions to where I will need to go, including my hotel. Yes, I remember meeting with him, but if you can get me a portfolio of all his company’s projects would be helpful for me to brush up on…. Yes, thank you Beth. No, no problem.” He hangs up and looks back to me.

  “Unfortunately, our plans have been derailed. Dinner should be ready any moment, but I will need to see that you get home this evening.” He’s all business now, no more seductive and playful Tyson.

  “Is everything okay?” I ask.

  “Yes. I have business in San Diego that I must attend to. Last minute opening and all.” He shrugs as he comes closer to me. His hand runs down the length of my right side and he breathes me in. “We aren’t finished here, just so you are aware.” He mumbles against my skin as he peppers open mouthed kisses along my shoulder.

  “I will fuck you.” He promises and with that he pushes away and motions for me to follow.

  Like a puppy, I do exactly that.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  TYSON

  My head on the pillow as my hands grip her hips; I use the rhythm which she set to thrust up into her as I can feel her tighten around my cock. Gasps are coming from her lips as she throws her head back and animalistic sounds are released as she finds her own orgasm. I feel like I have a ways to go, since I’m not as into it as she is right now, that is until I picture Allison. Suddenly, I feel a sensation in my spine and I’m ready to blow my load. My balls tighten up and I’m now releasing my seed into the condom I’m currently wearing. She leans down and rests her head on my shoulder, catching her breath as my fingers release their hold. I tap her hip to urge her to get off of me so I can dispose of the condom, and get the club girl out of my hotel room.

  While in the bathroom, I relieve myself, and look into the mirror. There’s nothing really happening between Allison and I, but I can’t get her out of my mind. I feel guilty, but I needed a fuck. Since I’m not currently in the fucking stage with Allison, the randoms will have to suffice for my needs. Unfortunately, it wasn’t all it measured up to be, the chick I brought back to my hotel room can sure move her ass on the dance floor, but in the sack, she’s subpar. Such a shame! Allison and I have shared some heavy kisses and I may have grinded my dick on her before having to leave town for a few nights, so that doesn’t answer why the guilt is surfacing. There is no title between us that I have to adhere to, we’ve only kissed a few times.

  The club girl is already dressing when I return to the room, naked and flapping my flaccid dick around like I have no shame. I don’t, my dick is a pretty good size even being flaccid, so I don’t give a rats ass if she sees it right now. This dick just got her off, she should be happy, and I just got off, so I should be happy too, right?

  “I’ve got work in the morning, I should get going.” She says as she’s strapping her heels on. Thankfully, I don’t have to do the awkward talk of getting her out of my room.

  “Work?” I question, not like I care. But who works on the weekends in San Diego, it seems like everyone is on a perpetual vacation here.

  “I work at a coffee shop.” She explains. “So this… was fun?”

  “Is that a question?” I ask smirking at her.

  “Definitely not. It was nice, uh... meeting you. I guess I’ll see you later.”She grabs her handbag.

  “Sorry doll, I’m only a visitor in this town. It was fun, but only a onetime thing. Have a good one.” I say as I walk over to her and kiss her temple to see her out and lock the door behind her, still naked.

  She gives me a weird look, as if she’s never had a one night stand and thankfully I’ll never have to see her again as she served her necessary purpose in my life at this moment. Thanks San Diego.

  ***

  I’m back at the work, finally working in my own office by mid week. I spent my time in San Diego meeting with an engineering company to build me a smaller office, dedicated to the Southern California region for sales and distribution. I had thought about Los Angeles, since it’s got a fashion district and a
ll, but San Diego holds just as much desire as Los Angeles would. The guys I met with are young and competitive, which is ideal for my wants for this part of the business. This also means, more travel and time going to this project. Ultimately, I can send my brother or Beth there, but knowing my mother, she would want me there since the expansion was my idea. We’ll see how that pans out.

  The shoot that Allison was involved in is over for the time being. Maddie is culling through the millions of images she took and will put together something for Jacob and myself to view and decide on, which leaves me no real sufficient excuse to see Allison other than the fact that I want to. That alone, isn’t sitting well with me, hence the random chicks I brought back to my hotel room during the week I was in San Diego. None of the chicks really did anything for me, it wasn’t until I imagined Allison riding me, or it was Allison I had bent over the chair that I would come.

  Either I can act like a pussy and call her to meet up or I can continue on with my life and if we so happen to cross paths again, then we do. I’m going with the latter, while my dick gets hard just with the mere thought of her, I don’t need to chase any tail to get my dick wet. If only my mind would follow suit.

  ***

  Immersed in my work, I hadn’t noticed the busty redhead who walked into my office until she was sitting on the edge of my desk fingering the edges of a stack of folders and paperwork.

  “Can I help you?” I ask annoyed at the intrusion.

  “Your assistant wasn’t at her desk, but I was helping Maddie with selecting photos for the marketing campaign for the summer and offered to bring over the first batch of photos personally.” She practically coos while batting her eyes and offering me a glimpse of her cleavage.

  “Thank you.” I say, not at all affected by the shameless flirting she’s attempting.

  She hasn’t moved from the spot she perched her ass on, which causes more annoyance, not just at her, but at Beth for not being in her office to run interference for this situation. Not too long ago, I would have ordered her to get on her knees and suck me off under my desk for the pure thrill of it, but there is no significant stirring of my dick and the thought hardly registers in my mind.