Tell Me Carter

Chapter 6: What Am I Doing?

Damn. Damn. Damn. What am I doing? If she says the wrong thing, I’m screwed—or she is! What is it about this woman that drives me insane?! “Do you need a ride, Carter?” She returns my stare—never breaking eye contact. Her n*****s are hard. I need to know what they feel like. I want to take them in my mouth. I want to know how she sounds taking this d**k. “Jacob. Jacob. Mr. Elliott. Are you listening? Are you with me?” I realize I haven’t been listening. “What??!” “I said I couldn’t find my purse, so I guess I do need that ride,” Carter says. I realize that she is now staring at the floor with her hands behind her back. I touch her arm. It’s so soft. “Hey. It’s ok. We will find your things. Maybe your friends took them. Let’s get you home.”

We head to the back of the hotel, where Reggie, my driver, is waiting with the car. "Hello, Mr. Elliott," he says as he hops out of the car to open the door. "Hey Reg!" I say. "This is Miss Cadwell. We'll be giving her a ride home tonight." "No problem, boss. Where to Miss Cadwell?" Reggie is an older Italian-American man who does not ask a lot of questions. I joke that he used to drive for the mob or something. He laughs and tells me that he had his share of fun back in the day. "I found the love of my life and gave all that up, young man!" Ms. Cadwell and I sit in the back of the car in awkward silence. I steal glances as she nervously stares out of the window. I'm lost in my own thoughts when she clears her throat, "So, you really think I planned this whole thing?! That I interrupted my own presentation and displayed my own s*x video?!" she asks. "You didn't have s*x," I respond. "From what I could see, "you gave some a$$hole a piss poor blow job!" "Wow! Just wow!" she responds. "You're a real piece of work!" All I can think is how her rage is so sexy. I wonder if she likes to work out her aggression in the bedroom.