Lex(20)
All in good time - Lotion Lady
P.S. “Something made greater by ourselves and in turn that makes us greater.”
A quote from my sixth favorite literary genius.
That’ll have to do. Pressing my intercom button my desk phone I buzz Daniel.
“Yes, boss.” He greets evenly through the speaker.
“It’s done, come read it.”
Three seconds later Daniel is swiftly strolling into my office, leaving my door wide open and finding his way behind my desk, leaning over me, smelling of citrus and mint.
“Hum….I like it. It’s boring. But it’s good.” He states boorishly, skimming my email.
“What do you mean? It’s boring?” I emphasize, pushing my chair back to stand and head to the wet bar for a drink. Kneeling in my skirt, I pull the nearly full bottle of Patrón from inside the dark brown cabinet and pour two fingers deep of it in my lowball glass. I do the same for Daniel, who I know hates Patrón but will drink it, only because I’m offering. Sliding the alcohol across the desk to him, he keeps reading aloud my email four or more times, lingering on the parts he finds humdrum. While he sips on the tequila with a scrunched face, smacking his lips loudly with distaste.
“Just send it like this. I’d be asking for a picture, if he likes dick, and how good of a kisser he is.”
Rolling my eyes, I grab the back of Daniel’s vest and jerk him away from my side of the desk. Chuckling, glass in hand, he takes a seat on a guest chair and crosses his legs.
“That is you, Daniel, I’m surly not saying any of that. You’re a perv. Woman don’t talk to men that way.” Ignoring his ridiculously stupid comments, I take a seat, click the send button and prop my bare feet up on my desk, resting back in my chair, sipping leisurely on my Patrón. The potent smoothness sensuously warming my belly and relaxing me. God knows I need it.
“Let’s see if he finds you intriguing or boring with that email. Two down, and maybe by number ten you’ll finally ask what I told you to.” Daniel chides, pressing the rim of his glass firmly against his bottom lip and taking a slow sip. Leaving another disfigured expression in its wake.
He really doesn’t like my favorite alcohol. Or one of my favorites that is. I love wine as well. As for fruity concoctions or beer, they’re either too sweet or too tart. I want warmth and richness captivating my taste buds. That’s why I prefer a dryer, more potent wine. The boldness is what entices me the most. I guess I like my drinks as I do most things in life, warm yet bold. Most of my wardrobe consists of warm and bold colors. Mainly blacks, blues, reds, greens and the occasional white or pink. I find tan to be the most blah color on the planet. However, a deep brown is a soul clincher for me; I can never get enough of it, not in clothing but in furniture and décor. Take my office for example, it’s elegant and my dark executive desk rests as the focal point of a room with a masculine lavender walls, tan low pile carpet; used mostly for warmth not esthetics, my feet don’t do so well on hardwood and I don’t wear heels all day when I’m seated. However, I do wear them everywhere any other time. Even on the weekends, I don’t leave the house without a pair of size twelve heels adoring my neatly manicured toes. The rest of my office is basically a showpiece. A bronze Rodin The Thinker statuette sits atop my desk for inspiration. A twenty-four inch cream statue of Michelangelo’s David rests on my wet bar. My walls are hung with various art nouveau reproductions of Gustav Klimt’s masterpieces including The Kiss, Three Ages of Women, Baroness Elizabeth, and The Family. All of them are framed to precise perfection, giving my office that artsy, yet homey ambiance. I would never go so unique in my art selection at home, but in my office, I had no choice but to think outside of the box. And for ages, I have appreciated the fine arts, Gustav Klimt being one of those artists.
Finishing his Patrón, and I mine, he stands and comes over to my side of the desk to take my empty glass, and exits, shutting the door behind him. I guess it’s time to get to work and wash this morning away.
Chapter Seven
Tuesday
“Good morning, boss.” Daniel with a sly smile greets as I walk past him into my office. Not much going on today at work but the norm, and last night I went home, took an extra-long dip in my whirlpool bathtub as I listened to Patsy’s greatest hits, sipped Merlot, and masturbated. I haven’t actually gotten off on my own in what feels like ages, but as I soaked in my tub, slowly washing my pale skin up and down with my cream loofa, thinking about the Suit Master and his enticing words. By the time I got through three Patsy songs, I was so turned on I didn’t have a choice but to masturbate.