Lucy's Boo

Chapter 19

I awake to the sound of closing drawers and Irv yelling on the phone.

"I don't care about any of that. We have three weeks to get this done. Get your s**t together." 

Not too often do I hear him upset, but when I do, it makes me want to forever remain on his good side. Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I sit up in bed. The sun is trying to make its presence know through the morning clouds. After about five minutes, he reappears in the room and plops downn on the side of the bed, placing his head in his hands.

I've never seen him so stressed.

I crawl over towards him, putting my body against his while rubbing his shoulders.

"Good morning" I say, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

"Good morning love. Sorry I woke you. These people are working my nerves." I laugh a little at his frustation.

Can this man get any cuter?

"That's funny, huh?" He grabs my hand, pulling it around forcing me to straddle his lap, facing him.

"I have the mind to bend you over." He pats me on my still naked butt cheeks. "But, I won't. We have things to get done this morning. Time to get going. I have already started the coffee maker."

I place my forehead on his chest.

"But, I don't wanna!" I cry.

He begins to stand, prompting me to place my hands around his next. His topless self carries me into the bathroom and sits me on the cold granite. 

Irv gives me physical encouragement, leaning down and biting my bottom lip.

"The faster get this taken care of.." He kisses me. "The sooner we can get back here and finish this." Grabbing me around the knees, he forces me back onto the mirror. Hotness greats my Lucy, and she hums in delight. 

"f*****g tease. You don't play fair." I snap.

With his body tense and eyes staring at me, "You know I'm good for it though." 

Indeed...Indeed.

Pitching a fit the whole time, I get myself together. Piecing together a pair of black slacks, black and white polka-dot silk top (stolen from Laura's closet), and paten leather pumps, I feel like I am ready to take on the day, even if I would rather be screwed senseless, left unable to walk for days.

I throw on a basic face, nothing fancy but enough to show effort. After a once-over in the mirror, I approve of myself and head to the kitchen, where a freshly brewed cup of goodness awaits me. Irv is sitting at the dining room table. 

Lord, now I know why they call it a power suit. Looking at him, I observe a well dressed and stunning being in navy slim-taylored suit, with a white button down, accompanied by golden cuff links, and left casual with two buttons undone. Just the sight of him, makes me instantly submissive to all of his wills and ways. 

"Impressions are everything" is what he tells me, and I can see why they are sending him to Paris. The man oozes dominance, confidence, and intelligence.

"You look mighty doable in that suit there." I gasp and slap my hand over my mouth, realizing that I have said that out loud.

"Excuse me...what was that?" He rises from the table, and makes his way to me. 

"Nothing." My voice cracks.

The closer he gets to me, I feel myself holding my breath. Today's cologne of choice is fitting: Hugo Boss.

Coffe still in hand, he tells me to say it again.  His very presence behind me disables all of my defenses.

"You look mighty doable in that suit there." I say in a low, humbling tone. 

"In due time. Right now, we have to go." He wraps his arms around me. I can feel the growth in his pants.

I want it!

Shoes and purse in hand, we walk outside. There is a car out front waiting.

"We're not driving?" I asked perplexed. I was hoping to get another shot at the driver's seat of his new Audi.

"No. Wanted to make it easier to get in and out. In you go." 

The driver patiently waits for me to get in, then goes to the other side to open the door for Irv. I'm not a fan of Teslas. My dad has been talking about getting one for the past year now. Momma and I have been successful thus far at keeping it at the dealership where it belongs. Sleek and clean lines for sure, no personality. Granted there are modifications that can be made to personalize it, but at the end of the day it still gives off techy vibes.

It takes us about half an hour to reach downtown Montgomery. The hustle and bustle is in full swing. Of course, his office building would be one of the biggest ones in the city. 

"Fancy." I say.

"It's ok. I've had better." Such an arrogant statement, but I knew he was telling the truth. I have wondered how he ended up in Montgomery of all places. Let him tell it, the smallest cities have the wealthiest residents. I wouldn't know. In Atlanta, everyone "looks" like they have money. Majority of the time you can tell the real ones from the fakers, other times not so much.

The driver pulls in front of the building. He lets Irv out first, who then comes over and opens the door for me. I rush to put my shoes on as I refuse to put heels on until the very last second. He puts out his hand for me to grab and assits me out. 

"Thank you."

"My pleasure."

I love how he says that. It sounds so dirty coming from his mouth. Has me wanting to sit on his face.

Too early, Meredith. Too early.

We walk inside. Everyone greets him as we walk by. 

"Why is everyone staring? Is there something on me?" I look down at my shoes, ensuring I didn't step in anything.

He smirks. "Nothing is wrong with you. Beauty attracts attention from even the most unlikely of admirers."

No he didnt...since when did he learn to flatter so well?

We step into a private access elevator, away from the main lobby. Irv uses his finger to gain entry to the elevator. 

Never seen anything like it.

As soon as the doors close, I can my s****l pulse increasing. I'm cornered and he moves in, taking a handful of my crouch and a mouthful of my lips.

"Mmmmm." I moan.

The elevator stops and he turns around as if nothing happened. I must have told on us by the glances that were given as we walked off the elevator. We head down a long corridor.

"Good Morning, Mr. Jones."

"Good morning, Beverly. Happy Friday."

Beverly. I guess I would put her age around late thirties to early forties. Brown skin, dark brown hair, on the thicker side, and about my height. Safe to assume that she is his assistant. She walks into his office with us, going over his itinerary for the day and messages. 

Not intimidating at all. 

"You must be Ms. Johnson."

Who the hell else would I be, Beverly?

"Yes maam. Nice to meet you." I try to hide my annoyance. Irv senses it.

"Beverly, would you mind getting me a cup of coffee? Meredith, would you like one?"

"Do you have any Bailey's to go in it?" I say, jokingly.

"Beverly, two cups of coffee, and make Meredith's my special way."

"Yes sir." She leaves, closing the door behind her.

Walking around the desk, I sit in his chair and admire the twelfth-floor view. "You're special way?" 

He sits on the corner of his huge mahogany desk.

"You think you are the only one that puts Bailey's in their coffee? Did you forget how old I am?"

I roll my eyes.

"Beverly seems nice. How long has she been working for you?" 

Time to get my investigation on. He seems amused and entertains me.

"Beverly has been working with this company for over twenty years. We have been together for the last ten."

Seems like a legit response.

"You know what they say abou execs and their secretaries." I wasn't accusing him of sleeping with her. Just felt like the question needs to be asked.

"No. I don't know what they say. If you are implying anything other than professional, then you are hugely mistaken."

In a seductive tone, he says "Jealousy looks good on you." He places both hands on the arms of the chair, and instead of kissing me, he nips my n****e.

Shit. I have been horny since waking up this morning. Why would he do such a thing?

I am saved when Beverly comes in with our coffee. She is followed by young, white female. Blonde hair, blue eyes, runway thin, but a cute shape.

"Here is your coffee, Mr. Jones. Ms. Johnson."

"Good morning, sir. Glad to see you have made it on time for once."

My senses are tingling. Bump Beverly, who in the hell is this chick, and why is she acting all familar? At this moment, I am grateful for the Bailey's. There is a round table off to the side of his desk. She twitches her way over there, setting her brief case and laptop down.

"I'm not late, every time." He chimes.

She giggles.

Nope. Not liking this hoe one bit. That feeling in my gut begins to grow. What the hell is/has/was going on between these two?

Irv catches a glimpse of me, and I give him the meanest stare I can muster.

Don't smile at me. I hope my face said that.

"Allison, let me introduce you. This is Meredith Johnson. She will be accompanying us to Paris."

"US!" Allison is taken aback by my response.

"Nice to meet you, finally. Irv doesn't shut up about you."

Irv....she calls him by his first name.

At this point, steam has to be coming out of my ears.

"Irv, can I speak with you for a minute?" trying to sound more professional and ticked off. We step into the private bathroom in his office.

Irv with a little panic in his voice, sensing that I am on edge begins  with, "Before you go there, Allison is my personal assistant. She handles all of the details outside of the office."

"Does that include your d**k, too?" I shot back.

"What? Why would you say that?"

"It is obvious to anyone around you two that she does more than just arrange your transportation and book plane tickets. And while the f**k does she need to go to Paris?"

I am raging mad and I don't know why. All females have a bit of jealousy in them right? But what happens when it is over a guy that has this entire time been telling you, you were his and now he is giving off vibes that you aren't the only one he is saying that s**t to?

He places his hands on my shoulders. "There is nothing for you to worry about. "

"You've never mentioned her. Not once." I said, sounding defeated.

"Nothing to worry about. Now, lets get this done so we can go home."

I put on a brave and unbothered face and walk out of the bathroom, leaving Irv to follow. Allison is sittiing at the table, organizing papers.

"Hey, everything ok?"

"WE are fine. Let's get started." Allison looks to Irv, he knods.

Damn right.

I hate filling out paperwork. Eventually my signature goes to s**t, unrecognizable even by me. It takes us about an hour, as Irv predicted, to get everything in order. When I got here this morning, I was excited about Paris. France is on my bucket list, and to be able to experience it with someone I care deeply about is a dream come true.

Allison has ruined that dream. Now I have tons of questions. What is my purpose for going on this trip when it seems like you already have travel ass ready and waiting for you to tap. 

"I think that is everything. Thank you for coming down and getting this done. I will drop these off after lunch." Allison packs her things and heads to the door. Irv follows. She smiles and blushes as I speaks to her in hushed tones. My cold stare meets her warm glance and she goes over his final list of to-dos.

I have no words. I lean against the desk, arms folded, and utterly confused at to what was going on around me. He approaches me with caution. 

Good thing too. Instead of sucking him off, I want to knee him in it.

"Are you ok? You seem upset." He sounds worried, but I am doubtful that he is.

"I'm fine. Can we go?" At this point, I want to get away. My mind is going a mile a minute and I know I will get no rest until I figure out what it is between those two.

"Hungry?" He leans in for a kiss. I step aside.

"No. I want to go back to your place. I don't feel well."

Every part of me wants to crawl under the sheets my bed. His will have to do.

Concern covers his face. "Of course. Whatever you want."

The ride back was silent. Once we arrive back at the house, I go straight to the bedroom and close the door, Irv hot on my heels.

"Meredith. Meredith. Will you tell me what's wrong? Talk to me."

I fall onto the bed and scream into the covers. How could I have been so foolish? A man like him wanting a girl like me, and only me.

Instead of there being a romantic candlelight dinner for two in Paris, now there are three.