Page 37 of Give Me a Chance
“Who? Me?” I ask, confused.
“Well, I’m pretty sure you’re the only lawyer here,” she adds with a dazzling smile, earning subtle laughs from everyone in the room.
“Sure, I’ll do it.” Fuck. This is what I wanted to avoid. Close proximity to her is a herculean task for my self-control. Still, a tiny part deep inside of my chest heats up.
“Great! We’ll start tomorrow. Next, the décor. I want you to think of any ideas you have, and we will meet on Friday to talk about it. Hopefully, by then, we will know more about the venue...” She’s mesmerizing.
The way she wants to know everybody’s thoughts, while remaining in control, she’s born to be in charge.
Trying to concentrate back on work, I look around the room, but it only reminds me of the last time we were in here on our own. The way her legs wrapped around my hips while I was pumping into her. Her shameless moans and whimpers. The way she came all over my cock.
By the time we’re done, my dick is hard and begging for release. I enter the bathroom and wash my face with cold water, trying to cool down. It’ll have to suffice since jerking off to a colleague in an office bathroom is too far on the creepy side.
Before work,I find my release with my fist, wanting to tire my dick out. Hopefully, it will distract him from spending half the day alone with Natalie.
“We should probably take one car, rather than follow each other,” she says when we meet at the office.
“Sure, we’ll take mine.” I expect her to argue, used to our previous relationship, but she takes a sip of her coffee before responding with “OK.”
As soon as she closes the door of my Corolla Hybrid, my morning plan falls apart.
Her scent in the small space of my car is enough to wake up the devil that’s supposed to be sleeping. Today, she’s wearing a tight pencil skirt and heels, perfect for a midday fuck.
Fuck, where did that come from? I grip the driving wheel harder than I need to, willing my semi down.
“We have four locations for today—and another three for tomorrow if it works for you.” Thank God she’s oblivious to my internal struggles.
“Sure, it’s fine.” She opens her planner and punches the first location into my GPS.
“Let me do the talking,”she says as we enter the first venue. Her heels click on the marble floors, and it takes superhuman strength to notice the place we entered when she’s all I see.
She stops, so I look up, noticing a put together businesswoman shaking hands with her. She has her blond hair tied up in a painful-looking bun, and her pant suit ironed to perfection. I shake her hand, and she leads us into the ballroom.
After the third venue, I realize I have no idea what we’re looking for. They all blend into one big ballroom to me, butNatalie grills the managers with questions being every bit the boss I expected her to be.
“Now this is more like it,” Natalie whispers as we entered the fourth and final venue for today. Sky-high ceiling, fancy marble floors, walls draped in luxurious fabrics, and a huge mahogany bar. It looks just like the others, but I guess she sees deeper than that.
“It seats more than the others,” I say, swiping through the brochure.
“Really?” She leans into me to look at the brochure and I’m disappointed there are no curls to tickle my cheek. “Didn’t the second one seat 550?”
“Nope. The second one seats 450.” I don’t remember a single thing I saw today, other than her toned legs in that godforsaken tight skirt, but I remember everything she said.
“Hmm. This is my favorite one so far.” She looks at the expansive space around us with a charmed look. It seems almost...romantic.
“Mine, too,” I say, dying for her to look at me like that.
She thanks the manager and tells him we’ll inform them of our decision.
“Tomorrow, we should start first thing in the morning. We have the first appointment at 9 a.m.,” she tells me.
“Ok, will we meet there?”
“We could meet at BYC at 8:30 and go together, like today?” She sounds hopeful, and that alone is why I’ll suffer through another inappropriate erection.
The next morning,she’s already waiting for me in front of the office. She gets into my car, bringing another wave of hersignature scent: roses and spring. Today, she’s once again in heels, but this time with a flowy skirt. At the office, she dresses pretty casual, but when it comes to meetings, she’s all business.
“Is that coffee for me?” She squeals, noticing the two giant cups in the center console.
