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  Poe gave the security guard my identification.

  “Misses Cheryl Banks?” he confirmed. “From Florida?”

  “Where I’m from shouldn’t matter,” I sneered. “Why don’t you go frisk someone, flashlight cop?”

  He chuckled. When I tried to snatch my I.D away, he raised it up and stood to his full height. Even with my three-inch heels, I still wasn’t able to reach his hands.

  “You need a fucking life.” In my frustration I hit him in the chest and broke a nail. It was like hitting live cement. Did he have a damn steel vest under that shirt, because this Negro couldn’t be that built?

  “I think you need to come with me, Ms. Banks,” he sneered, grabbing my arms.

  “Get your hands off me.” I tried to snatch away, but he dragged me away from the V.I.P. booth.

  WTF?!!! Now I knew it was against the damn law to hit a police officer, but this was a fucking security guard. A nice ass looking guard with nice white teeth, sensual light brown eyes, and even well manicured hands (or should I say paws because they were gripping into my arm like claws).

  Before I could utter another word of protest, he was practically hauling me towards a room right behind the V.I.P. booth.

  Soon as he enclosed us alone in the room, I hauled off and slapped him across the face.

  “Let go of me!” I ordered.

  “Wait-”

  I tried to hit him again because he had yet to let go of me. Never in my life had a stranger manhandled me like this before.

  He blocked my swing, reached out with his free hand, and grabbed my chin. The next thing I knew, his sensual lips were pressed down on mine.

  At first I was really angry. But the anger quickly left when I felt his muscular body press against mine and those thick strong arms move around my waist tenderly. Tenderness coming from a man who seemed so rough took me aback for a moment. But only for a moment.

  With a smooth tilt of my head, I parted my lips and almost giggled when his tongue slid naturally to entwine with mine. It felt so powerful to have this big beautiful man succumb so easily to me, my body, my essence.

  He wanted me. I could feel his want pressed against me. Our tongues seemed fused together as if we had been conjoined like this from the beginning of time.

  He could kiss. He loved to kiss and that was rare in a man – especially a man like this.

  Abruptly, he pulled away, panting with this heated look in his brown eyes. “S-sorry,” he said. “I just meant to…”

  “Shut me up?” I asked, checking my makeup and giving him a very stern look.

  He nodded, flushing. “Yeah and no. I mean, I was just trying to calm you down.”

  “Kissing doesn’t calm me down.”

  “And I wanted to give you this.” He handed me a temporary pass. “That’ll get you through the door, but as far as getting you where you need to be, you’ll have to be telling the truth about that.”

  I took the pass and smiled with my heart-shaped lips. “Thanks.”

  “You’re welcome. My name’s Theo.” He outstretched that thick hand for me to shake.

  I shook his hand, noticing that his nails were very clean and that there were no rings on either hand.

  Watching a grown man blush was fascinating. I adjusted my clothes and purposely dropped my business card on the floor before leaving. If he was a smart observant man, he’d pick it up and take advantage of it.

  If he was a stupid man, he’d overlook it and lose the opportunity. I liked to be chased and pursued. It turns me on the more the man lets me know I’m wanted. And Theo definitely wanted me.

  Reapplying my lipstick, hoping that my mouth didn’t look passionately ravaged, I made my way over to where we were exhibited. I didn’t get a chance to see Theo again that day, but as I lay in bed that night I did wonder if that gorgeous man picked up my card.

  Entry Four

  Of course I didn’t expect Theo to call. And I definitely didn’t lose any sleep over it.

  I was too damn busy getting my final report together for Erin (of course I don’t call her that to her face. LOL). She wanted the stats of our success on her desk this morning and that’s where it was when she walked in two hours late.

  Erin called me into her office shortly thereafter. But I knew I wasn’t in any trouble. I had excellent reporting skills, which meant that all of my documents were over thorough.

  Erin was almost six feet tall and skinny as a toothpick. She was also black. A very successful black woman about three years older than me. She had this angelic face, slanted black eyes and even a pinched nose. Just like any executive, she dressed in dark colors, which made her look even skinnier. She was always looking at everyone suspiciously. I had a feeling she didn’t trust a lot of people.

  In the back of my mind, I also felt that Erin was a little jealous of me. The position that I’m in now, she was in for almost a year and it had taken her a lot longer to get there than it did me.

  “These results seem a little bit too positive,” Erin said suspiciously. “Are you sure you did the calculations correctly?”

  The fact that she was questioning my work pissed me the fuck off, but I answered coolly, “I went over them twice and even called Florida this morning to verify that my calculations were correct. I wouldn’t want to turn in something that required more work. What would be the point of my job?” I tried to sound lighthearted, but inside I was saying, “Bitch, go check yourself.”

  Erin flipped through the reports and sighed, as if she were very upset that she couldn’t find something to nitpick me about. I think I was the only one in the office that hadn’t gotten on her nerves in the past month since I’d been there.

  I suddenly noticed the dark circles around her eyes.

  “Are you okay, Mrs. Nabors?” I asked, not really concerned, but just trying to get out of her office. If I got personal, maybe she’d get upset and kick me out.

  “I’m fine, Sheryl, why?”

  “I just noticed that it doesn’t look like you got any sleep lately.”

  “The changes in the company have…well, they’ve been daunting, but I can handle this.”

  “It doesn’t look like that’s what’s bothering you. I know you could run this office with your eyes closed.”

  She liked that compliment and sat back in her high and mighty leather chair. “Yeah, and you’re right. Trouble on the home front is always hard to hide from. My husband just asked for a divorce and I don’t want to give it to him.”

  “He wants alimony?”

  “Oh no. He signed a pre-nup.”

  I was waiting for her to say something like, “It’s none of your business,” but she kept talking, so I kept asking. “So why does he want to leave you?” I made sure I said this like she was the best thing since ice cream, when I actually could give a flying fig.

  She shrugged. “I cheated.”

  I didn’t say anything. The fact that a person in higher authority revealed this information to me was a little uncomfortable.

  “I was weak and feeling under appreciated, so I cheated.” She said this as if everyone did it.

  I mean, I couldn’t say that it was wrong or right. I’ve never been married because that’s just ultimate commitment city. Plus I don’t know if I want to be with one man for the rest of my life. I don’t care if my time clock is ticking away like crazy.

  “And he’s leaving? Did he want money?”

  “He doesn’t want to see my face, let alone my money. I offered, but he said no. Does that sound strange to you?”

  “For a man? Sounds like you pissed him off, Mrs. Nabors.”

  She squinted her eyes at me suspiciously. “Thanks for the report, Sheryl.”

  That was my queue to leave and I did so shaking my head. Erin’s assistant, Lisa, handed me a list as I was leaving the office. It was a list of clerical assistants from the hiring pool.

  Damn! More work.

  “I have to pick her myself? Couldn’t you just pick one?”

 
“They said they want it permanent,” Lisa said. “You’ll have to make the final decision, but I highlighted good prospects.”

  “Thanks Lisa,” I replied and tucked the list under my arm. “I’ll be in my office for the rest of the day.”

  Lisa was a mousey looking white woman. She had no sense of style and I’m sure a good washing with Pantene would liven up her dull brown hair. She couldn’t be more than forty, but with no makeup on, she actually looked like someone’s grandmother trying to look under thirty. (I know that’s so mean.)

  “Umm… Ms. Banks, did Mrs. Nabors say anything?” Lisa asked evasively.

  I frowned. What happened in that office was between my boss and I. Plus I don’t gossip. “What do you mean?”

  “I’m not trying to cause you to say anything, but Mrs. Nabors has been acting very touchy lately and she’s… well, last night, I overheard her phone conversation with her husband and she was begging him not to leave.” Lisa shook her head worriedly. “I just thought maybe if she got some of it off her chest to someone…” She stopped talking and frowned at Erin’s door, looking extremely concerned.

  Touched by her concern, I said, “She got a little off, if you must know. But I don’t think that her personal life is affecting her work.”

  “I know, but I just know she loves him and what she did… It was in a moment of weakness.”

  “You know?”

  “Yes,” she said obviously. “Everyone knows that she slept with the president of the company, but it wasn’t to get the V.P. spot. She would have gotten that spot even if she hadn’t slept with Earl.”

  This was a real blow to me. Erin slept her way to the top. Smart and beautiful, I didn’t think she would have to sleep her way to the top. Still, this made me feel a little good about myself since I never had to do that in order to get where I wanted.

  “Well,” I said, trying to hide the fact that I wanted to smile. “I’m sure Mrs. Nabors is going to be fine, Lisa.”

  “I hope so.” She snapped her finger suddenly. “Oh yeah, Peter left this morning because his wife went into labor. He asked if you could take his three o’clock. I checked your calendar and didn’t see anything in that slot.”

  I didn’t have anything left. Yet I wondered why Peter, the office sales supervisor, would ask me to take his three o’clock.

  “Let me check my email and I’ll call you back,” I promised, wanting to hurry away before I started to grin about Erin’s condition.

  I know it was wrong to find her situation so humorous. But damn, when you find out the woman (whose job you really, really would like to have) slept with the boss, then that can be pretty fucking funny to you. Especially because you now know that you’re better than her.

  And better is going to get me where I want to be.

  Getting to my desk, I popped open my Outlook and checked my messages. Peter had written me an email with the subject line, “Really Big Favor!”

  Opening it, he said, “Gotta get to my wife, but I would love for you to grease the wheels for me by taking Mack Jackson out to Seldom Blues. The reservation is made and everything’s all paid for. Just sign my name on the credit slip and it’ll be fine. I already had it approved by Earl, so you’re cool. Just sit and listen to him ramble off and let him know he’s in good hands. Can you do this for me? Didn’t want to go through the bitch, ‘cause she’s been acting like a cactus is up her ass.”

  I knew he was talking about Erin. Peter had written this from his cell phone. I emailed back. “Got your back, but you owe me big, buddy.”

  I called Lisa to confirm that I’d take Peter’s three o’clock. She promptly delivered Mackeroy Jackson’s file to me. We needed his business to push out about half a million dollars worth of orders. I’m the best, so letting Mackeroy Jackson know that our service is the best would be no problem.

  I called the company car to be prepared to take me to Seldom Blues while I freshened up in my private bathroom.

  Entry Five

  (Yawning)

  I went and met Mackeroy Jackson, feeling very confident that I could sway him to choose our company. I wasn’t a sales associate, but I knew Peter wouldn’t send me if there were financial negotiations involved.

  Most likely this was an old white man just undecided and needing a little convincing.

  The host led me to a table, where there sat this guy about six feet in height, wide shoulders, light chocolate skin and a head of red hair, which was very rare for a black man. Mackeroy Jackson was far from white.

  When he stood up, I was even more aghast or more like turned on at the most handsome man I had ever met.

  I said his name hesitantly to make sure I was not addressing maybe his assistant. When he shook my hand, looking just as wary, I said, “That’s a strange name.”

  “Maybe,” he agreed. “But Peter is a strange name for a woman.”

  I blushed furiously. “I apologize. I thought the assistant or Peter had informed you that Peter’s wife went into labor and he asked me to come because he didn’t want to cancel. I’m Sheryl Banks.” I handed him a business card with my title and contact information on it.

  Mackeroy looked very impressed. “Lovely name for a lovely woman,” he said, kissing those thick pink lips against my knuckles. Then he waved the host away to help me sit.

  When he sat across from me, we ordered drinks and then met each other’s eyes. I was feeling warm all over. He had this sultry, sensuous stare that made me flush from my head to my toes.

  Dammit! I have to change my underwear yet again.

  Pushing away my sexual need, I began to focus on business. I answered all of his questions along with relaxing conversation. I garnered a few things about him in the process. He was thirty-six, president of his family’s business, divorced, with two children - one of which was heading to college in a couple of years (he said this gratefully).

  We laughed and I found myself very attracted to this man. When our dinner was over, I knew I had to get back to the office. But I could tell he didn’t want me to leave, so I called the office and asked Lisa to adjust some conference calls and a late appointment.

  “A man named Mr. Patrick called,” Lisa said. “He said he was referred to you by your business card.”

  I frowned, not really catching the name. “Can you forward his information to my palm?”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  After I hung up, Mack asked while licking his lips hungrily, “You didn’t move your schedule around for me, did you?”

  “That depends. I don’t mix business with pleasure, Mr. Jackson.”

  “So when do you get off work?”

  I laughed, loving his teasing nature. “That all depends on when you are finished with business.”

  He checked his watch. “Let me make some calls and refresh myself. I can meet you outside in a couple of minutes.”

  “Should I call my company car to pick me up?”

  “No. I could take you back to your office. If you don’t mind?” His eyes danced.

  I nodded, feeling the moisture increase between my thighs.

  When he left the table, I signed the receipt and then went to the bathroom to refresh myself. I didn’t know what to expect from him and I was almost nervous.

  He was fine! Past fine and damn if he wasn’t overly successful. I’d love to have him wrapped around my finger.

  I stepped outside a few moments before him. His gray Benz limousine pulled up and we sat in the back. Soon as the door closed, Mack asked, “Since you don’t mix business with pleasure, I assume kissing you would be crossing the line?”

  “It would be,” I said, smiling mischievously. “If it meant kissing you would garner that account our company wants.”

  “I was going to give you the account because you’re damn smart and because if Earl has a team of you, then I know I’m in good hands. Kissing me would have nothing to do with the decision I make concerning your company.”

  I liked that response.

  Leaning over
, I kissed him with so much passion that even I was amazed. Yeah, I was definitely turned on.

  He pulled me into his lap to straddle his waist as our tongues circled each other. I tilted my head to feel more of his ravaging my mouth. One moment I thought the breath was being sucked out of me. The next moment I was breathing in too much air.

  He was touching my body, revving me up some more. I wanted whatever he had to offer.

  Somehow we maneuvered our clothes out the way. Then there was nothing between my heaven and his shaft to impale inside of me, except a rubber. I was glad he had one, because I had not brought any with me.

  It was feeling glorious. Or was it just the need to release a lot of sexual tension? Either way, I was a sex vixen, riding his thick rod like I hadn’t had dick for centuries. I think I came when he first entered me. My muscles clasped around him so tight that he cursed like I was choking the life out of him.

  “Damn sweetness,” he hissed, sweating and breathing heavily. “Oh shit!”

  I like it when they talk.

  I rode him real good, feeling my thick juices coat him, loving the friction our bodies made. I vibrated repeatedly as I orgasmed multiple times all over his manhood.

  He threw his head back, clutched my waist and held me close. “Oh damn, Sheryl. Oh damn!”

  Mack’s fat nine inches pulsed deep within me. We shuddered together. Yeah! It was good, right, and I didn’t regret it one bit.

  When our breathing calmed down, he whispered in my ear, “When can I have some more?”

  I giggled, because I was thinking the same thing.

  Entry Six

  I was late for work this morning. Not because I wanted to be, but because of my sister.

  Oh, I never mention her, because… well that’s a long story. Lauren Banks is a complicated person. She thinks the world shitted on her and didn’t even give her tissue to wipe it up.

  She’s always the victim and I really don’t want to speak to her most of the time. Sure I’ll call her for her birthday. I even sent a gift for her wedding anniversary. She married the first guy she had sex with - poor thing.