“What’s with that smirk?” she asks and crosses her legs.

“Just wondering if this is what Peter Pan felt like,” I mumble.

“What?”

“Nothing. We should get you…”

Ding dong

I mentally go through my checklist for today and realize that’s probably Cindy for tonight's event. Fuck! How did I forget about that?

“Expecting company?” Rebecca asks and I can see the confusion on her face.

“My day was thrown off a little after I was interrupted. I forgot about a work function I have this evening,” I say, and move to leave.

Before I go to the front door I look at Rebecca sitting on my bed and realize I never had one second of panic. This is a first for me, and I don’t know exactly how to process it.

“Just stay here. I’ll handle this and be back in a few minutes.”

I make my way across the penthouse and answer the door. Cindy is standing there in a black cocktail dress. She’s always the easy choice for a work dinner. She doesn’t speak much, and knows which fork to use. I wonder how it would be if I took Rebecca instead. I shake that thought off as I allow Cindy into the living room. She has been to my home a few times, but she’s always remained inside the living area. I had forgotten, in all the chaos today, that I’d scheduled an early dinner with a potential investor and invited Cindy to attend with me, as the new client was bringing his wife.

“You’re early.”

“I know how you approve of punctuality. I tried to remind you earlier when you dismissed me for the day, but I assumed our dinner was still on. Our reservations are for four thirty, so I wanted to be sure we had time to prep before the meeting.”

“Jesus, I thought I heard a cat dying.”

I turn in time to see Rebecca walking into the room with her finger in her ear. I never noticed how annoying Cindy’s voice was until she pointed it out.

“Rebecca, you remember my assistant, Cindy.”

“What is she doing here?” Cindy accuses, and I snap around at her tone.

“She’s a guest in my home, and if you can’t show her some respect, the door is directly behind you,” I say coldly. I know Cindy can be a little snotty at times, but I’ve never noticed it directed at someone before.

“I’ll be in the bedroom if you need me,” Rebecca says, and walks away leaving us alone.

“Are we still on for dinner?”

“Of course. I’ll need to change. Please have a seat on the sofa and I’ll be ready in a few minutes.”

Everyone is trying my patience today. I’m going to snap soon. I can feel it.

I walk back to the bedroom and see Rebecca lying across the bed. I stop in my tracks and turn to shut the door behind me. For some reason this feels intimate. Cindy needs to leave the building. No one should witness this but me.

Rebecca looks at me, and then stretches like a kitten on top of the covers, completely messing up the neatly made bed.

“Mind if I take a bath in here before I get ready for bed? It’s been a long day and I see you’ve got plans tonight,” she says, but I swear I catch a dash of anger. Is she upset that I’m leaving her alone for the night? I would cancel but this potential investor is big, and I want the business.

I showed Rebecca the guest room with an en suite earlier, but I never clarified that it was her room. I think in the back of my mind I wanted to see what she’d do about sleeping arrangements.

“Yes. That’s no problem. Make yourself at home,” I say nervously. I don’t know what her next move will be, and I’m terrified if I stand here much longer, I won’t be able to control myself. That I’ll want to reach out and touch her.

I move to the closet and pull out a suit. I turn around to close the closet door to get dressed but Rebecca walks in. She’s taken my shirt off, and her pants as well. She’s wearing a hot-pink thong that barely covers her pussy, and I grip the hanger of the suit I’m holding to keep my hands to myself. My attention focuses between her legs, until she snaps her fingers and I blink.

“What?” I ask, having missed everything she just said.

“I said I need something to wear after my bath.” She props her hand on her hip and I blink while shaking my head, trying to figure out how to solve her problem.

“Yes. A shirt. I think I have one.”

“Ya think?” she says, and looks around my walk-in closet. It’s nearly the size of a room and everything is perfectly organized with shirts, jeans, suits, and anything else you can think of.

I walk over and grab a white undershirt, and then hand it to her. I try not to stare at her body while I do it, so I keep looking and then looking away.

“Thanks, Vanilla,” she says, and winks at me. She’s taunting me with her body and she knows it. I feel sweat break out on my forehead and then she turns to leave.

“Sweet God almighty,” I say as I watch her walk away. Rebecca has an ass like a Brazilian volleyball player’s. Big, lush, and bouncy. How had I not noticed this before? I guess her plain black work pants didn’t do her any favors.

I put my hand to my chest to try to keep my heart in place. I won’t survive this.

I close the door to the closet and move a chair from the vanity in front of the door, wedging it shut. I can’t risk her coming in here while I’m changing. I don’t know what I’d do.

I take off my clothes and I look down at my black underwear, feeling a little ashamed. I’ve got white precum stains all along the front from today. I look like a fifteen-year old who woke up from a wet dream. I take off the underwear and my hard cock bobs up and down painfully. It points straight up and I can’t help but stroke it a few times to try to ease the ache. She’s on the other side of the door, probably getting ready for a bath, and I wonder if I could look out and see her really quick. Just take a small peek?




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