Billionaire Flawed 2(89)

“Oh, I should have waited out-” Aisha started again, but once more she was cut off, this time by Mr. Conner’s infectious laugh. It was booming and loud, and it made Aisha laugh every time she heard it, but, this time, she fought her own laughter away and remained stone-faced.

“I’m kidding,” Anthony said. “I like messing with new people,” he said.

“Well I don’t like it at all,” the young woman snapped.

“I’m sorry,” Anthony said, holding his hands up, suddenly taken aback.

“I don’t care if you're sorry,” Aisha said, she then stormed forward and slapped her palms down on his desk, leaning over, so he would surely get a nice view of her supple cleavage. “I quit.”

“Aisha!” Anthony stammered, trying to keep his eyes on hers, but failing spectacularly in the face of her large, perfect, breasts.

“Kidding,” Aisha said, standing upright and laughing. “And my eyes are up here,” she added before she laughed harder. Anthony sat wide eyed for a moment, and then he too burst into infectious laughter.

“Are you busting my chops?” he asked as he stood and grabbed the suit jacket he had draped over the back of his chair and pulled it on over his very expensive shirt and tie.

“I think so,” Aisha said, and they walked out of his office together.

She paused for a moment to gather her things, a coat to fight off the oncoming autumn air, and her purse, and then they walked together down the row of cubicles and to the elevator. Aisha couldn’t help but notice a number of people watched as they walked by, and she wondered if they thought Mr. Connor, who was her boss and theirs, of course, was taking her to lunch or is she was going to sit in the backseat of his car with her and suck him off. She knew what some women did to get ahead, and she admitted to herself she would be wondering the same thing if she saw Anthony and another pretty young woman walk by together at noon.

She knew tongues would be wagging as soon as they were out of earshot, and she stole a glance at her boss. If he was thinking the same thing, his impassive face didn’t show it. They got to the elevator, and Mr. Conner pressed the button to call it up to their floor. As they waited, Aisha let her mind run wild some more. First she thought about going down to the parking garage and indeed slipping into the backseat. Would he slip in with her? If she just sat back there, and held the door open for him, leaning out of the car to do so and affording him another great view of her tits, would he get in with her? Would he be hard? Would he object if she pulled his engorged member out of his pants and went to town on it? She bet he would get in with her, but he wouldn’t object.

And then she thought again of her co-workers, and she had to hide a smile. She liked the idea of them wondering. She knew that there was a whole other level, with her being black, as sad as that was in the modern age. He was a successful white man, almost double her age. She was a young black girl. She wondered if he had ever been with a black girl. He didn’t seem like the type who would discriminate, but most people felt more comfortable with lovers of their own race, even if they weren’t discriminatory. You were just drawn to people like you. And it was true for Aisha as well. She had never dated anything other than black men though in college she had spent one wild night with her Asian roommate, who was a woman.

In the elevator Aisha felt something, standing so close to her boss, alone with him in the small box. It felt as though there was an attraction there, something tangible in the air though Aisha was sure she could just be imagining it.

Down in the parking garage, Mr. Conner led the way to his car. Aisha paused as he unlocked the doors, and tried to keep from gaping. She had never seen what he drove, but she should have known it would be something expensive. And it was. It was a Ferrari, Aisha didn’t know more than that, but she recognized the little emblem on the front of the car. It was as black as midnight, with shining silver hubcaps. Her boss opened her door for her, and it swung out slightly and then lifted straight up, and she dropped down onto the passenger seat.

As they pulled out of the garage, she could tell Anthony was yearning to push the pedal down to the floorboard and speed off, but the insane traffic of New York kept him from doing that.

“This car is amazing,” Aisha said, and her boss smiled.

“Thanks,” he said. “I love taking it upstate; it’s a nice car to actually drive. This city is not built for driving, but I hate cabs.”

“How long have you lived here?” Aisha asked. She craned her neck and looked at the skyscrapers as they drove slowly by them, as she always did. She still couldn’t get over some of the buildings in New York. How massively tall they were, and how packed into a small area they all seemed.