Honesty is the best policy, for the most part. Even if I know it’s going to peeve her off.
Bingo!
Banging her hand on the table, she sneers and huffs at me in palpable agitation.
Two weeks ago, Roni informed me that I have to date too, now that she’s dating Bob, from Auto’s auto shop. Yes, that’s what I said. Don’t even get me started on the name. It’s a Heartfair thing. A Patty’s Pancake House, Jimbo’s Gym, Larry’s Lawn Service and those are just the tip of the small town of Heartfair iceberg.
Any who, like I was saying. Since my less than feminine best friend started dating Bob, the thirty-five year old sweetheart, auto mechanic, she’s decided I need to get over my… How long has it really been? Five years, yes, five year dating dry spell. Okay, it’s more like the Sahara desert without water, sort of dry spell. I don’t date for a thousand and one reasons. And yes, I’m lonely sometimes, but I love my life, and I’m always busy. I don’t have much time to be bored or lonely, at least not for extended periods of time.
“Are you paying attention to a word I say?” She snaps her tanned freckle speckled cheeks flaring fire hydrant red.
“No, I tune you out when you start spouting this dating nonsense. Get over it. I did the profile. That’s all you’re going to get, Roni. I’m too old to date anyhow.”
Standing, I take my mug and rinse it out, leaving it for the housekeeper to clean in the sink when she drops by around noon. It’s nearly nine already, and I have an important meeting at ten. I don’t have time to waste.
“Bullshit, Lex! You’re twenty eight, the same age as me!”
Yes, I am. But I’m different from her. She’s sassy and forward and well—I’m just me, Lex Keagan, millionaire, entrepreneur, philanthropist, who lives in a tiny town of eight thousand residents. Which just so happens to be the main city within forty miles of anything larger. So we cater to those small villages and towns around us; providing them with schools, an inventive teaching hospital, and twenty-four-hour fast food joints, among other things, of course.
Having had more than enough of this conversation with Roni, I exit the kitchen to grab my pink Gucci purse from the sitting room and slide on my white, size twelve Prada pumps. Today I’m wearing my favorite pale blue wispy A-line dress with plunging V-neckline. It scrumptiously highlights my large, fake breasts, I think. My new investors will be in today to broker a deal, and making men stupidly drool is kind of my thing, or so I’m told.
They can eye bang me all they want. They just can’t touch. There’s only one male in my life allowed to touch and that’s Daniel, my bisexual secretary. Who’s such a doll and more Butch than Sundance. That’s who I need to help relieve the painful throbbing between my smooth toned legs.
Knowing Roni left and is probably stewing back in her large upstairs apartment that’s over my four car garage, I decide to drive to work alone today. At least now Wynonna and I can get some alone time without Sassy Britches ruining my country buzz.
Clicking my three-inch heels through the house on my pristine dark wood floors, I open the white back door and swinging screen door, and lock the house up. Stepping down the three back steps, I head to the garage. I think I’ll drive the black Jag today. It’s more impressive, and I need to woo my newest investors.
Here goes nothing.
Chapter Two
“Good morning, Ms. Keagan,” Daniel brightly greets sitting behind his immaculately organized desk that sits right outside my office. He’s a handsome fella. I don’t call him a man because, well—he’s barely twenty-one. Still rather wet behind the ears. Although he is sweet, eager, educated, and hardworking. In more ways than one.
Pushing open my door to my spacious and beautiful office, I turn to him.
“Now, please.” I naughtily smile and wink.
I know this is completely against all moral ethics, but I need a release. I’m already in pain for allowing myself to wait all weekend for Monday morning and Daniel’s big juicy lips to service me.
“Yes, Ma’am.” He’s already excited—good—I need some of his happiness to transfer to me. After this morning, I’m feeling rather…blah.
Sauntering over to my black leather high back executive chair, I pull my dress up just as he shuts the door and flips the lock. Sliding down my frilly pink lace panties, I shuffle them to the floor and step out of them.
“You’re so hot, Ms. Keagan.” He groans, using his hand to rub the rather hard cock poking in his trousers.
“You may pleasure yourself while you do your job.” I sweetly state, taking a seat in my empowering chair. Something about this chair makes me feel even more powerful than being just the owner to a major beauty care company.