The Strongest Player ✔

Busy Busy Day

Trisha

"I'll be right there Dev, just make sure to oAglio olio pen the package. I need them to deliver the right one. Thanks, Devon, I'm very good, and good morning to you too. I'll be there in an hour, see you in a bit."

Nothing like a phone call, on f*****g Monday morning to wake me up. I put back my phone on the side table, and stretched my body, then sat up on the bed. I yawned one more time and continued walking lazily to the bathroom.

I looked at myself in the mirror, brush my teeth and wash my face. Then I got out of my pink spiderman boxer shorts, and matching spaghetti strap tank top. I got under the shower and moaned. I finish my shower and put my lotion on, then slipped on my sheer black lace panties and matching bra set.

Next, I took my time as I put my makeup on, I was adding some natural shades, and pink lip tint, then finish off with thick eyeliner on my top lids.

I pulled out my leather skirt and a white men's undershirt, and top it off with my black body fit jacket. I clipped on my large bangles and slipped on my pumps. I put everything in my oversized leather purse and was quickly out the door.

I parked at my reserved spot and walked to the coffee shop to get my morning boost.

"Morning Kyle, the usual, please. And make that a double for me, and extra skimmed milk for Devon okay?" I smiled at the barista, paid up, and waited at the next counter.

I could feel somebody was watching me. A familiar feeling that made me turn around. That was when I saw him the club owner, standing and talking on his phone then smiling sexily at me. He looked fresh wearing his casual attire, I could see the outline of his biceps muscles.

Damn! You need to stop staring woman. Coffee! Look at your order. Right then...

"Trisha, your orders are done," Kyle called me up and gave me his flirty smile.

"Thanks, Kyle. Later then." I took my orders and walked out of the coffee shop.

Then my phone suddenly rings, I set down the coffees, and dug through my purse, and fished out my phone. I looked at my watch and the caller id.

"f**k! Too f*****g early for this." I muttered as I tap, and received the call. I took my coffees and juggle my purse with the other hand, while I start to walk out opening the door by nudging it with my hip and shoulder.

"Speak! No, I told you exactly what our order was. No! The fault is on your end, Sir. I will not pay for the shipping, right. No, I will need you to deliver the right one to the gallery, by the end of the day, and I expect it to arrive by tomorrow morning. No! I need it done yesterday." I barked on the phone, fuming to the person on the other end.

I could feel the sexy club owner stare at me. I half wish that he would come up to me.

And do what woman? You don't have time for relationshit!

Right then...best to move your ass.

I walked further and arrived five minutes later at the gallery. Devon was busy behind the counter with some deliveries. I gave him his coffee and he smiled at me.

"Morning love. Just what I needed this morning." He pecked my cheek.

I walked to the reception area, greeted by Briana. "Morning Ms. Bradley. Your morning papers and letters." She gave it to me.

"Bree, it's been two months already. Please call me Trisha. I feel old going by Ms. Bradley." I smiled at her, and tap her hand assuring her.

"Right, Trisha. Sorry, I'm still not feeling it." She grinned at me but kept typing on the computer, and still looking at me.

Wow, talk about talent right there.

"It's done then, we're taking you out this weekend. I need you to feel that you belong here. Work is fun, Bree! I want you to enjoy it. I'm not taking no for an answer." I told her.

"Just need you to be there, it'll be on the company's expenses." I waved my papers at her, while walking straight to my office, and gave her a big grin then closed the door.

I took off my jacket and started working the day away. When lunchtime arrived, Devon walks to my office.

"Come on girl let's get to Silvio's before they get too crowded. I'm craving their deep dish, and your favorite Aglio olio is waiting. Let's go." Devon rolled back my chair and pushed me up.

We said goodbye to Bree, and let her hold off the fort while we're out to lunch.

Silvio's was already packed. Monday was always the fullest, we got seated in the middle of the room. Not my favorite seat, cause it would get hectic in an hour.

I ordered the Aglio olio , since they always served big portions here. Dev was ordering his usual signature deep dish, our lemon water arrived, as we talk about our mornings.

"So how was Jim the boots?" Dev asked curiously.

"He's good... the s*x was great." I shrugged at him. While in reality, I was great at it.

Shut it. I know, cocky much?

But I left the club aroused by the image of the sexy club owner, and I couldn't stop imagining him while I was f*****g another man. And I was on top and I climax twice as I ride him.

Jim the boots had a great body, and a face to match, and he could go down like a pro. His tongue could make you sing and praise, to hell and back. But it was the image of the sexy club owner, that done it for me. The way he teased me, as he touches Gina all over her body, how he kissed her and f**k her mouth with his tongue, it made my mind wander and my panties drenched.

Shit!