Page 4 of Mr. Big Stuff

“Yes, that’s right. They mentioned you are great at running queries in addition to data entry.”

“I am. I also work efficiently, so don’t be afraid to pile on the work. That’s what I’m here for.”

My mind began to think of other things she could be here for and that’s when I knew it was time to step out of her new office.

“I see you didn’t bring many things but feel free to use this space to make yourself comfortable. I’ll leave you for now to give you a moment to breathe, but I’ll be back later with a few things I need done by end of day. We’ll start slow and build our way up.”

I watched as her eyes dropped down to my lips, but she seemed to catch herself and started to take fake interest in the standard wooden furniture in the office, opening drawers before closing them and walking over to the small window that overlooked the parking lot I shared with an insurance company and small cafe.

I should have been alarmed by my attraction and her apparent one to me. I mean it had been why I fired Vanessa, Toya, and Keonna before her. But something told me to reserve judgement. She couldn’t help being fine as fuck and me noticing and I couldn’t help that she felt the same upon introduction. What happened in the next few days would determine if we could stomp out the embers.

“You have a nice space here,” she murmured, looking back at me with a stare that threw me off balance and made it clear it would take a lot to stomp out my embers. But I wasn’t a kid. I could handle my attraction.

“Yeah. I’ve been in this space a few years. I like it here. It’s quiet on this stretch of the street but there’s still good traffic flow.”

She nodded. After a moment her eyebrows pushed together with a questioning look. “And what exactly do you do here?”

I smiled when she looked embarrassed by asking something that most people wouldn’t dare admit: she didn’t do her research.

“You accepted the assignment without knowing who you were working for?”

“Sadly, yes, so I hope it all works out for the best.”

We smiled at each other. “I hope so too.”

Grateful for a reason to stick around her a little longer, I took a seat in the chair in front of her desk and waited for her to lower herself into her new office chair. Her ass filled the seat in a way that told me her dimensions were perfect. I ignored the thought of what it would look like freed from the restrictive fabric and gave her some history.

“Back in twenty eighteen, I realized there was a growing need for someone to help my people realize their dreams. Coming up, we were told to go to school, start businesses, excel, etc. but never how to make it happen especially with a system working against us, preventing us from making it happen. I knew I had a knack for convincing people to do what I want … and that was why I had a ton of start-ups early on in my life. I had an icey cup business as a kid, a grass cutting and shoveling business by the time I was a teenager. I made and sold specialty vinyl t-shirts as a college student, and then when I graduated, I became a notary to help my people get their documents in order. I did all of that before finally deciding to use that energy of initiative to help others start up their businesses and making them flourish. Because I never seemed to have the energy for follow through the only business I was ever interested in not starting up and stopping is this one because through my clients I get to start and stop.”

“You got the gift of gab, huh?”

“That’s what my mom would say. She said I could charm the skin off a snake.”

“Duly noted.”

“You a snake, Ms. Copeland?”

Dark glossy curls bounced when she shook her head from side to side. “No, but neither of us wants me walking around here with no clothes or skin.”

Oh I don’t know about that.

As if she read my mind she looked away but not before me catching a pleased smile on her small mocha brown face. I was slipping and needed to get a hold of myself. Before I let this go any further, I needed to set the boundaries. Not only for her, but for me too.

“A couple of things before I forget. I am also Mr. McCullough and if you ever need my help, don’t be afraid to ask for it. Better to be sure, than to be screwed. Now let me get back to work before I get out of here for an eleven-o-clock meeting.”

She nodded. “Thank you, Mr. McCullough.”

Chapter5

Tracey

IfThe Agencyhad told me my boss would be this fine muthafucka, I might have turned this assignment down. You mean to tell me I have to take orders from him that don’t involve me gagging on his big dick? And trust me, I know a big dick when I see one and Mr. Raymond McCullough got one. But I needed to get real with myself. Fine or not, I needed this job and I wasn’t going to blow it. So whatever the rules were, I would follow them to keep my position.

After Mr. McCullough left me to explore my new office digs, he left out for what he said was a consult with a new client, but not before giving me my login information for my laptop and providing me with access to his calendar.

I busied myself with checking out the office supplies and inspecting the copier-printer-scanner room next to my office so that when he did finally ask me to provide him with those services, I could function it.

After sending a text to Carina to let her know I had to fill her in on my new fine ass boss, I called my mommy to check on her.

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