I'll Have Both

11- Eight Inch Pipe

Tanya's POV

I had just gotten back from getting some towels when I heard a knock on the door. I dropped them on the floor and rushed to see who it was. Like I didn't know who already. My heart fluttered when I opened the door. He stood before me majestically donned in a tool belt above his waist with ripped jeans and a brown t-shirt that gave prominence to his abs and muscles. Chiseled by God himself. I wanted to reach out and touch him and caress his biceps with my tongue.  

"Are you going to let me in?" he asked.

And it dawned on me that I was only wearing a shirt and panties. I stepped back and tried my best to conceal my nakedness by pulling my shirt down, but it was pointless. He stepped in while undressing me with his eyes and licking his lips. I squirmed with apparent excitement and desire. 

"I'm here to fix your leak." Oh my God how did he know my p***y was dripping wet.

He meant the sink b**ch. I pointed towards the kitchen, still unable to move. Any little friction between my legs and I would c*m. 

He proceeded to the kitchen and wasted no time getting on his knees. All the cupboard doors were still open. 

I was able to calm myself by taking in deep breaths. I went into the kitchen and stood next to him. He looked like he knew what he was doing. 

"You could have closed it right here." He said, glimpsing back at me.

"I'll keep that in mind for the next time." I responded. 

" I see you got your voice back." He was making fun of me. 

"Jerk." I mumbled.

He chuckled and stood up then removed his shirt. I closed my eyes, no no don't do that. Please don't take off your shirt. 

I felt him approach me and stood right in front of me. He knew what he was doing to me, and he took pleasure in it. 

"Open your eyes."  I opened my eyes slowly, breathing heavily. 

"You wanted to talk." He said, looking at me as if to suck it out of me. 

"I….." I was speechless.

"You?" He was relishing my vulnerability to his seductiveness.

"I….." I couldn't come around to say what I wanted to say.

I leaned in and kissed him.  He was waiting, because he wasted no time raising me and putting me on the counter. The kiss was deep and intense. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him into me with his tummy resting on my p***y. He pushed his hands under my shirt and skillfully massaged my breast. A slight moan escaped me. I need to end this. He is here to fix my pipe and I also need to break up with him. 

" Stop." I requested softly.

"Why start something you can't finish?" He said rudely and instantly backed away. 

"Says the guy who left me hanging in the elevator." Oops I didn't mean to say that out loud. 

He looked at me with his eyebrows raised and his mouth partially open as if to say 'really'. 

"The floor won't dry itself." I spouted and ran into my room. I need to get dressed.  

"Yes boss." He said, raising his voice so I could hear him. 

He is making it so difficult for me. He is irresistible and he knows it. But I have to do this for my own safety and public image. 

When I came back out, he was busy wiping the floor and I joined him though he was almost done. He kept giving me the curious eye and I was giggling because it made him look cute. We were finally done, and I felt the uneasiness in my stomach. 

"So, you wanted to talk?" He queried. 

"Yes." I sighed. " Would you like to sit?"

He motioned me to the sofa where we both sat on opposite sides facing each other. 

"Would you like a drink?" I asked, delaying the inevitable.

"On ice." He glared at me, and I knew just what he wanted. 

I went to the kitchen and emerged with 2 stemless wine glasses with ice and a bottle of Grey Goose. I poured us both a glass. 

"I don't know how to say this." I really didn't know how to tell him.

"You know who I am?" He looked at me with sadness in his eyes. 

"Yes, but more so I know who your father is." I wanted to highlight my logic.

"But do you know me?" He asked in a demanding way.

"I worked for your father briefly two years ago." I avoided his question. 

"What do you mean?" He looked at me in surprise.

"When I bought my accounting firm, your father was one of the clients of the previous owner. Upon completing my review of his account his numbers didn't add up. When I brought it to his attention, he knew about it and wanted me to engage in illegal accounting practices, but I refused. I let him go but that came with consequences as he left with two of our biggest clients." That was the honest truth and I need him to know it. 

"So, you're the famous A Plus Accounting firm that rejected my father? He was furious about this for months, I heard." Letting out a roaring laughter.

"Are you rejecting me because of who my father is?" He asked with a serious tone.

"Derick, I can't be with you knowing who you are."  I exclaimed.

" You're judging me based on the sins of my father. You know my father, but do you know me?" He seemed sincere.

"Derick." I looked at him with concern as he became visibly upset. 

"I'm not my father and I will never be. I despise what he does more than anyone else. I'm in no way associated with him. Everything I have I built from my own efforts." He said with an elevated tone. 

"Does it matter Derick? You're his son." This infuriated him and he got up and walked towards the windows placing both hands on either side of his head. 

"Derick I'm sorry." I belted out of concern touching him on his shoulders. 

He shrugged his shoulders, causing my hands to fall off. He didn't want me to touch him.   

"It does matter. I know nothing about you but yet I'm falling for you. I want to get to know you inside and out.  I don't care who you are, or what you do." He turned around with tears in his eyes.

I could see the hurt deeply embedded in his glowing eyes. I felt my chest tighten. I didn't know what to say. He reached out and caressed my cheek with his thumb and made his way towards the door. 

"Derick!" I called out to him, but he didn't stop. 

"Derick please!" I pleaded on the brink of tears, but my pleas fell on deaf ears. 

I f**ked up.