Page 12 of CEO February: Brax Danvers
The problem with sexual frustration and me was that it often made me grumpy. I spoke to Mack and we set a date for a meeting. My stomach was grumbling as I’d missed breakfast and lunch and I was getting hot. Not just from the hard-on in my pants but it was another muggy and humid day.
“Team, let’s call it a day, shall we? It’s too hot,” I said, taking Sally by the leash and deciding to close up shop.
A chorus of, “Yay” echoed around the office and after a scramble to power down laptops and computers, and a shuffle of papers, we were ready to leave. Annie and I were the last, turning off lights and locking the door. We traveled down together.
“So, you and her downstairs, huh?” she said, raising her eyebrows at me.
“Who are you referring to?” I asked, knowing, but thinking Annie a little rude.
“The beauty lady.”
“Darryl. Her name is Darryl. There is nome and her, just a little mutual fun,” I said, wondering if, in fact, I’d said too much.
Annie would often share details of her dates with me, and sometimes a little too much information would be given. I rarely did the same. And I didn’t want to share my latest activities with anyone.
Annie made a noise, a harrumph sound, and said, “You’re so tight-lipped.”
I laughed. “I’m not tight-lipped, I just don’t want to share my private life,” I said, knowing I’d said the wrong words when she stared at me.
The lift doors opened, and she stomped off.
“Annie!” I called after her. She paused by the doors. I continued, “I don’t tell you who I’m spending the night with, do I? If you choose to share that information with me, that’s up to you. We’re friends, but right now, I just want a little privacy to figure some things out.” I smiled gently as I spoke. It didn’t satisfy her, though.
She shrugged her shoulders. “Anyway, have fun, and I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said, hitching her bag up her shoulder. I sighed as she walked off.
“Jealous?” came a voice from behind. I was sure Darryl must have been watching to know where I was in any given moment.
“No, we’re simply friends, have been for a while. She’s upset about something,” I replied.
Darryl walked ahead of me and through the revolving door. “Do you swim?” she asked, somewhat randomly.
“I do, why?” I replied, frowning.
She reached into her bag for a pad and pen and wrote an address. “Be here in an hour, you can bring Sally,” she said, and smiled as she walked away.
London was stifling and Sally walked alongside me with her tongue lolling. It was too hot for her, for sure. When we arrived home, I let her out in the courtyard and she peed beside a bush, then flopped down in the shade.
“Do you want to go for a walk?” I asked. Usually the word would rouse her, instead, she stretched out, wagged her tail a couple of times, and then closed her eyes. I laughed and gave her a quick belly rub.
I left the back door open for her, knowing it was perfectly secure. I refreshed her water, leaving an ice cube in the middle to keep it cool, and then ran upstairs to change. I found some board shorts and grabbed a towel. I wasn’t sure where we were going to swim so added a pair of flip-flops.
The address was out of town and I was actually excited to get my car out and give it a run. I’d been told by the garage that I wasn’t driving it nearly enough, hardly any mileage had been added since the last service and for a Ferrari, that wasn’t good. The engine needed a blast every now and again. However, a burst of speed wasn’t possible around the London streets. Still, I walked to the garage that cost as much as my rent and pulled off the dust cover. I started the car, loving the sound of the rumble within the confines of the garage. I pushed a button so the top could lower, put on my sunglasses, and was ready to go. I programmed the address into my GPS and learned it would take me an hour to get there, meaning I’d more than likely be late if I hit traffic.
Once I was on the highway and Kent bound, I could open the engine up a little. I made up time and cruised down a country lane, slowing to look for the address I wanted. I found a long driveway and could see a house at the end. I checked the handwritten details and the house name matched. I pulled into the drive and parked outside the house. I guessed the engine noise had alerted her.
Darryl stood in her doorway and smiled. “A Ferrari, how nice,” she said. “I wouldn’t have put you as a Ferrari type.”
“What type would you put me as?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know, more a Rolls.”
I laughed. “I’m not old enough for a Rolls.”
“Come on in,” she said.
She wore a thin robe and flip-flops on her feet. Her toenails were painted the same coral color as her fingernails. Her legs were tanned and glistened as if oiled. We walked through her house and out the back door.
“Wow, what a yard,” I said. She had acres of land and woodland, but I didn’t see a swimming pool.
