SWEET CONFUSIONS

CHAPTER 10

    Everybody was ecstatic for tomorrow’s event. Everything must be secured and finished by today. Tomorrow I would want to prepare at least 2 hours before the event. No headaches today also. Anita even gave me a perfect article about Men’s fashion week. I didn’t have anything to add or critic. Did I mention that I let her do Sebastian’s story? This time she did her research and no typos. Kudos to her. I have my last meeting for today at 3:00 p.m.

“Hey, Boss. I’m going out to pick up documents. You need anything?”

“Could you buy a small box of éclairs or those cream puffs? It’s just around the corner of this building.”

“Will do, Boss.”

“Thank you, Jessica. And buy something for yourself also. You have a dress tomorrow?”

“Nah, I’ll stick with my usual black dress.” Waving bye as she left. As soon as Jessica left, I buzzed our merchandiser on the intercom.

“Alfonso, do you have a size 6, black evening dress, conservative but flirty. I’m thinking, lace. Send it to Jessica along with a size 7 sandals I’ll leave it to you, I trust your taste in fashion. Thank you. Ciao, Darling.” I just couldn’t let Jessica wear her worn out black dress.

To: Jessica,

Hope the dress and shoes fits you perfectly.

From: Natasha

    Writing a note to go along with the dress and shoes; I can still recall how I hired Jessica. During her interview in the company. Her short black hair was styled like a messy pixie with fringe, She had this mustard yellow orange neck scarf, buttoned up black top, mid calf black pencil skirt, and black jacket with a big yellow daisy enamel brooch, closed back clog heels and the biggest black rimmed eyeglasses that I’ve ever seen since the 70’s era. She caught my eye immediately.

Seeing Jessica with her outfits is inspiring with her flare of vintage stuff. I do get tired of people just wear what is trending. She’s like my confidant, because she has different perspective on things.

    Among all of the interviewees she was the only one who wasn’t afraid to verbalize her thoughts when everyone was asked what their input were. Having an opinion, May it be positive or negative opinion is what I like. With that I hired her on the spot. Eversince she is more like a little sister that I could talk to.

I went to my meeting and when I came back at the office, there was a pink box on my desk. Sebastian must have sent a gift. I opened the lid. Inside was a white envelop on top of the pink paper wrapper.

I was walking home when I saw a*****e and thought about you. Consider this as an early birthday present. Use them wisely.

- Beverly

I was curious what Beverly sent me? I carefully unfold the delicate wrapping paper. I was speechless. She bought me cherry flavoured edible lingerie, and an open-crotch thong, also a sound activate vibrating thong. Made me laugh so hard when I lifted up the open-crotch thong, It’s like an ordinary thong but just the garter bands. I’m curious about the vibrating thong, I’ll research about it later at home, but first I have to call and thank Beverly. Hopefully she’ll come with Carlisle tomorrow’s event.

I work non-stop when I set my mind on the task on hand. I take breaks every now and then... Okay, maybe a break or two just to go to the toilet. My thoughts wonder off sometimes to the pink box. Where should I use it? When should I use it? Is Sebastian into these kinds of things? Just imagining me wearing them kinky lingerie makes me feel hot. Why am I thinking of b**m?? My ears feel very warm.

I slapped my cheek. I'm starting to feel really warm... Hot even. I was staring at the box from across the room. I am curious and excited to use them. One of these days I'll invite Sebastian for a rendezvous at my place.

This morning, I dreamt about that dirty old man walking towards me in an empty dark room. My heart was beating fast and I feel anxious that he’ll do something indecent towards me. He cornered me and was laughing menacingly. (No. No. No. Please don’t! Stop!) the dirty old man reaches on top of his head and slowly unzip down his face, across his torso, and further down his belly like a suit. Light emanates and Sebastian like an angel emerged, discarding the skin suit aside. Grabs both my wrists and pulls me towards him. My face hitting his well defined chest. Rubbing my cheek against his bare chest, drooling like a pervert.

My plea of “No.”, “Please don’t!”, “Stop!” rephrased to “No, Please don’t stop!” he stepped back looking at his eyes. Like a toddler I tried to pull myself towards him with all my might. My arms are too short compared to his arms, my legs kicking and climbing up his legs up to his waist. With all my strength I pulled myself to get back in his embrace. I want to be closer. I want him caressing me all in the good places (wink* wink*). I felt trapped. I couldn’t move. I was falling. I woke up on the floor. Apparently the feeling of falling, was me falling off my bed.

Since Sebastian I can’t stop thinking of him and s*x. It’s making me crazy. Imagining dirty old beer bellied fat men is my go to whenever I have thoughts of s*x, just so I could focus and get my head back from the clouds.

Image of a dirty old geezer pouring beer on his chest revealing man boobs through his white shirt. I let out a small chuckle.

“Something funny?” Sebastian walks in with his hand in his pocket.

“Oh! Se-Se-Sebastian!” startled that my main thought came in my office suddenly. I accidentally knocked down my stained glass ornament desk lamp, breaking in three pieces on the floor.

“You’re cute when you stutter my name.” Kissing the tip of her nose, “I’m sorry about your lamp. Was it expensive?” crouching down picking up the broken lamp.

“It was a memento from Bali.” Picking up the pieces as well, “Guess I should have brought it home. I’m a klutz. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, that was my fault I startled you. I’m sorry.” Kissing her on the forehead. “You alright? We could come back for that if you want?”

“I think I could still save it.” Placing all the pieces in a box, writing a note ‘Do Not Touch!’ before placed it under her desk before they left her office.