Mr. Corvette

Chapter 3

I woke up and immediately remembered the meeting that was set for today. I had to pinch myself to see if I was living in a dream. I started the coffee pot and went back to my closet to retrieve a black pencil skirt and the floral top that I hadn't worn yet.

I pulled the skirt over my tights, gazing at how amazing my ass looked in the skirt. I made sure to check my outfit for any mishaps before leaving the house. I left my shoulder-length hair down today in its natural beach wave look, adding a few curls to add volume to its look. I always felt so lucky to have brown hair. There were so many things you could do with it, and it would still look shiny. I found out over the years, that brunettes don't show much damage to their hair no matter how many times they dyed or curled it. Or maybe that was just my luck.

I felt extra confident today. The world was surprisingly letting me have a day off from all the chaos that had been going on in my life. Because the Lord knew I needed it. Especially with my father in the hospital now, I didn't need anything else going wrong for the time being.

This time, I entered the front lobby calmly. Nodding my head at a few distant bystanders. I even managed to get a few smiles from other people around, no matter how forced they looked. It was more progress than the day before.

"Please strip all belts, watches, other metal jewelry, and place bags, briefcases, and purses in the bins please." A security guard says. I of course knew the run down from the time I went for the interview to get this job and yesterday. I smiled at the lady who did a quick pat-down on me, but she kept her face stern and serious.

I passed through the metal detectors and waved at Harold who seemed to hold the same facial expression as the pat-down lady.

"Morning." He grunted, sending me on my way.

I tightened my watch to fit my wrist while waiting for the elevator doors to open. Out came a group of four businessmen who were quick to stop their conversation when they saw me, before resuming a minute later.

"Good morning Mandy." I chirp, offering a sweet, but professional smile. Mandy glanced up at me with raised eyebrows before continuing her work. Rude. I thought to myself. The least she could do was smile back. Maybe if she loosened up a bit and smoothed the lines on her forehead, she would be in a better mood. Maybe even score some men if she tried to. After all, she wasn't old at all. She looked about 30 years old or so, but the facial expression on her face could tell a different story.

I scanned my car, then set my belongings down in my office and made my way to Mr. Black's office. 8:25, woo! You're doing good girl. Keep that smile on your face. Today was a good day to be alive. Until I heard a strange grunting sound coming from the opposite side of Mr. Black's door.

What the f**k? Was that...moaning?

What was going on in there? I tapped on the door rather firmly this time, and all noises from behind the door came to a halt. A moment later, a younger blond woman, maybe in her late twenties, early thirties emerged from the office room. Her hair stuck up in different directions as she flattened down the front of her dress. Yep. She definitely just had s*x. That was s*x hair. She passed by me, giving me a knowing smile before hurrying off to wherever she needed to be.

Did My boss just go around humping every girl he saw? That was...unprofessional. Where would they even do it at? My thoughts flashed back to the decorative seat in Mr. Black's office. It was big enough to sit on, but to f**k on? Not a chance. Then I remembered the gorgeous oak desk that was in there. I shivered at the thought of being bent over that desk. Mr. Black laying rough, stinging smacks on my behi—

Woah there Hunny. Professional. Remember?

"Come in." I entered Mr. Black's office. He up-did one last button on his suit before turning his attention towards me.

"What may I do for you, Ms. Reid?" I watched as he leaned against his desk. Palms on the surface, fingers curling around the edge. I replayed the thought I had had just a moment before I came into his office. Him bending me over that very desk, telling me what a bad girl I was. I stopped myself from going any further with it, leaving it as just a mere thought in the back of my mind.

"Oh, uh I just wanted to ask what kind of coffee you'd like." Mr. Black's stare wavers. He looked almost...confused?

"That's all?" He asked. Now standing up straight, crossing his arms in the process.

"I—I thought that it could be nice to, uh,—"

"Your only business in here was to ask me what coffee I wanted?" Ohhh boy. This does not look good. I couldn't tell if Mr. Black was amused or infuriated. All I knew was that this was bad.

"Well, yeah," I said, twisting the gold button on the sleeve of my floral blouse. I was actually excited for the day. Excited to wear this new outfit. But all of that went out the window once I stepped foot inside his office.

"A simple email would have sufficed." I heard him grumble.

"I'm sorry to have interrupted whatever business was going on between you and your girlfriend." I retorted. Instantly regretting my choice of words.

"She's not my—you thought—you thought she was my girlfriend?" Mr. Black chuckled, visibly amused with my response. I swore I saw his cheeks turn pink.

"Well, I just thought—"

"You thought wrong." He was quick to snap back. It wasn't my fault the woman who came bursting from his office looked like she had done the dirty. Maybe he should have picked a more secluded place to have s*x, or better yet waited until he wasn't at work, is what I wanted to say to him. But instead, I said,

"I'm sorry. I didn't know."

A moment of silence passed by us awkwardly. I prayed that one of the cracks that were on the floor would open up and swallow me. Why was it always me who had to face all the embarrassment? I probably felt more embarrassed than Mr. Black did right now, and I wasn't even the one who got caught shacking up!

"I'll see you in the conference room at 11:30 for an early lunch then." Mr. Black finally broke the silence, which I was grateful for. I couldn't stand another minute in this office no matter how devilishly handsome he was.

"Alright then." I started making my way back out of his office when he stopped me.

"Remember to arrive a few minutes early for the lunch. We have to be professional and set an impression for the meeting. This could potentially be a big contract I could sign with them. Don't be late." Mr. Black says.

"No problem, sir." I nod my head signaling I understood. This was a big meeting, and everything had to be if not, almost perfect. This could not get screwed up.

"Oh, and one last thing." He mentioned.

"A dark roast would be ideal when you have the chance."