“Have a safe trip,” I told him as I opened my door.
“I will. I’ll see you soon. Naked underneath me, I hope,” he said and I blushed again, my cheeks burning. I stepped out of the truck and watched him go before getting into my Fiesta. I had to take a moment to compose myself before driving home. Two questions burned in my mind. What just happened and when would it happen again?
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“No he didn’t!” Josie exclaimed after I got to the juicy part of my evening with James.
“Yes, he did,” I said.
“Whoa, that is amazing. And then what?” Josie asked excitedly. It felt good to tell someone. I told her the rest and Josie waited until the end to ask, “He didn’t fuck you?”
“No, he told me he wanted me to ask when my head was clear,” I told her.
“You’re going to ask, aren’t you?” she chided expectantly. Honestly, as the memory of the evening settled in, I wasn’t so sure anymore. I wanted it desperately after James took me on his sofa, but now it seemed a little scary and incredibly intense.
“I don’t know,” I answered honestly. Maybe it was my inexperience. Maybe I was afraid of what might happen. Maybe I was afraid of how intense James could be and how easily I was laid bare before him.
“Shit, girl. You don’t know? Whatever! You’re going to at least go up to San Fran and surprise him, aren’t you? I would,” she said. I hadn’t thought of that and it was an interesting idea. After a little more girl talk, I hit the sack. It was nearly one in the morning and I was spent, physically and mentally. It had been a roller coaster of a day.
I couldn’t sleep as the memory of the night swirled around in my head. I found my hand between my legs petting my bare mound absently as it all came flooding back. Maybe Josie was right. Maybe I should go see James and surprise him. I was his agent and I should see him live, right? Heck, who was I kidding? I wanted to see James again and as I remembered the way he made me feel, nearly naked as he pleasured me, I wanted to beg him to fuck me silly. However, I had something to take care of first.
The next morning, Friday, I headed straight for the coffee before I turned on the little radio in my cubicle. Some sugary pop song was playing and it sounded incredibly bland. I turned the dial and found a rock station instead. Not metal, but not pop either. Before I fell asleep, sometime around three in the morning, I’d decided that if I was going to be Battery’s agent, I was going to do it right. I sucked down one cup of coffee and then went to get another before heading to Human Resources.
“You aren’t authorized for an expense account or credit card, Miss Navarro,” the woman told me.
“Well I am servicing the Battery account and I need an expense account. I guess you could call Ms. Roland and ask. I doubt she’ll be too happy you apparently lost the authorization though,” I bluffed. The woman gave me a look of disdain.
“Fine, I’ll open an account and you’ll have a credit card delivered to your office this afternoon,” she said begrudgingly, doing as I asked but I could tell she wanted to stay as far away from the Fraulein as possible. I giggled to myself as a realized I’d used James’ term for Victoria. “What office are you in?” she asked. I hadn’t thought of that until just then. There was an empty office near Peter’s and I decided to move in before my meeting with the record label.
“I’m right next door to Peter McMillan. While you’re at it, please see someone comes up and puts my name on the door. Simone Navarro,” I said and for a moment, I thought I’d gone too far. Maybe I was letting all this power go to my head. However, the woman told me she would send a request to maintenance and I wondered if I’d been missing something all these years by not being more assertive.
I wasn’t painfully shy and I was confident in my abilities, but I wasn’t one to assert myself. Until the meeting the other day, I was more of a listener, a wallflower. However, there was little doubt James was having an effect on me. I don’t know why or how to explain it but the more I was with him, the more lively I felt. By midmorning, I had moved into my new office though I was essentially a squatter. A few days ago, such a bold move wouldn’t have even been on my radar, much less gaming Human Resources to give me an expense account. I felt as if anyone who tried to kick me out of my new digs, including Fraulein Vicky, had better watch out.
And so I went into the meeting I’d set up with Battery’s record label with a newfound sense of confidence. I’d been in meetings with the record company before but I doubt they remembered me, the lowly assistant. All they knew was I’d been named the new agent for Battery at the band’s request and we needed to hammer out the new contract terms ASAP. I faced three men at the record label’s offices, each in a suit and looking stern. I, on the other hand, had chosen my sheerest blouse, my shortest, but still professional, skirt and a pair of very uncomfortable stilettos that I usually only wore when I really dressed up.