SWEET CONFUSIONS

CHAPTER 12

“Hello?”

“You alright, Boss? We’ve been trying to call you on your phone. God knows what happened to you. You left this morning looking really pale...”

“I’m sorry, Jessica. I wasn’t feeling good earlier. I’m all good, I just needed to sleep. What time is it?”

“Well, I’m glad you are feeling better, Boss. And it’s quarter to 5:00 pm.”

“Yikes! I over slept. Sebastian will be picking me up by 6 pm.”

“Will you be okay, Boss?”

“Yes, yes. I can manage, Jessica. Don’t worry. Thanks.”

“Alright, Boss. See you tonight.”

            I was planning to have a wax but c’est la vie, I still have my handy-dandy razor. Taking a hot shower as fast as I could also being careful not to cut my legs with the razor. Now dried and rummaging through paper bags and boxes in my bedroom. I brought home all that I need for tonight. Amongst the stuff are the sexy kinky lingerie/toys given by Beverly the day before, also the shoes that I’ll be wearing for tonight, and my clutch bag... wait where is it? I poured the contents of the paper bags on the bed. Diving in the heap of lingerie and stuff. I finally found the Lana Marks’ clutch; an oval shaped and encrusted with canary diamond. This is my gift to myself good for 3 years.

            This is the second time I’ve rushed myself for an occasion. It feels like prom all over again. I’m both nervous and excited just because a guy is taking me to the prom, in this case the Charity event.

            In 30 minutes, I’ve finished my hair into a French bun, and make-up. I chose a combination of a classic glam gold smokey eyeshadow, and mauve lipstick. Thank goodness I took one of those beauty cosmetic seminars by our company’s Beauty Department. I easily slipped in my gown. As I was putting on my shoes I remembered to take out the trash. I can’t miss trash day. I scooped up my skirts in one hand and the other the bag of trash. Pushing open the door I found myself face to face with the most charming eyes and a smile to kill for.

“Here let me help you with that.” getting the trash bag and threw it down the trash bin.

A very sexy man in a tuxedo throwing out my trash. I could only smile.

“Good evening, beautiful.” Leaning against the door jamb. I let out a sigh. A vision of a demi-god stands in front of me with all his glory.

“Good evening, Mr. Fox.” giving him a peck on the lips, “Come inside. I just need to wash my hands and we could go.” He followed me to the powder room. Feeling his arms around me and held my hands while we wash our hands together. I feel like a parody from the Ghost movie. And on cue Unchained Melody by the Righteous Brothers is on my playlist. He bends down and puts his chin on my shoulder. I could smell his cologne. He was breathing against my neck. His lips brushed softly at the base of her neck up to her nape.

“You smell amazing.” Washing our hands took a little bit more than forever... “Do we still have to go to the event?”

“Ye-hesss... Yes, just a little bit more to the left... Mmhmm...” turning to face him still trapped in his embrace, kissing the tip of his nose, “We have... all... night...” She was staring at his lips that was inches away. He kisses her soft eager lips. She got lost in his sweet ardent kiss returning it with equal passion. He lifted her buttocks onto the counter. She was rubbing her breasts against his chest. She let out a small moan. He deepened the kiss.

Realization kicked in when she felt him sucking on her lower lip. She pressed her hands on his shoulders and slowly hopping off the counter sink. Lifting her fingers on his juicy lips. She breathed deeply to let out a sigh, “After the event. Right now, as much as I would want to be rolling on the bed and God knows what I’ll be... Anyway... I need to freshen up a little, give me 2 minutes.”

“As you wish, my thistle.” Kissing both her wrists, “I’ll wait for you in the living room.”

“Mm-hmm...” she rushed towards her bedroom discarding her drenched underwear. She quickly washed and dried her lady bits before grabbing what underwear she could find on her bed. Seeing the black laced thong she click the clasp it on as fast as she could and calling out to Sebastian that she’s ready. She didn’t even notice the small knob attached to the thong.

Maybe it’s the piano, violin, and cello trio that makes me feel tingly or it must be the champagne because I’m starting to feel tired from talking to everybody, and we’ve only arrived 2 hrs ago. Sipping my glass of champagne, I glanced at Sebastian from across the room. I caught him staring, he smiled and shrugged his shoulders. I smiled seeing him turn red. Today it’s been a week or so since I met Sebastian. I mean there’s nothing wrong with him. He’s perfect. He does make me feel alive. We are like two peas in a pod. Is there such a thing as too perfect? The more time we spend time together the harder it is to tell when or how this will end? But as much as I could I try to find ways to make it work. As short or as long as it may seem, I keep thinking what is the purpose of me having a relationship? What’s my purpose? We do what we can to make it feel comfortably good. With my rigorous work, and personal sacrifices that I make, should I give him up for my career? I don’t really what I’m babbling in my mind. The prolonged dedication cohabitation has definitely had effects on interpersonal dynamics, some for the better some for the worse, I feel episodic. I feel very tingly and warm. The farther out we go, I found myself wondering what it is that I want to accomplish? Searching for something in the universe, am I striving for something forever out of reach? The mystery of the unknown can be terrifying. I have to be brave and let the universe take me wherever it may lead me. And the universe is saying I need fresh air. I slipped through groups and crowding people towards the balcony doors.

“Ah Miss Whitfield, glad to see you.” Mr. Director stepped in front of me and guides me to his group, “Now, I heard you’ve met my protégé this morning, Mr. James Voht. He just transferred from one of our sister companies. He’s going to help us with the launch of the Genesis 2021 MY G90 and special edition “Stardust” models, alongside your fashion runway. I assume everything is according to plan?”

“Yes Mr. Director. I’ve altered some plans but nothing major. We’re well on track on our... plan.” I just felt something vibrate. Maybe it’s just my phone on vibrate. I shrugged it off.

“That’s Good to know. I know I could always rely on you. Beauty and brains, isn’t she amazing?”

“She sure is.” James smirking. Maintaining a smile. I keep thinking to myself not to let James get to me.

“Oh, Ms. Whitfield. I was meaning to talk to you about the caterer that we’ll be hiring for the launch. Do you have any leads? I don’t want to end up with cucumber sandwiches like we did last year.”

“Don’t worry, I’m in charge of the catering this year.” Her eyes widen when a sudden burst of pulse vibrated on her girly region, for 5 seconds she was holding her breath, still smiling she didn’t want anybody see her struggling, the vibration stopped and she let out a slow sigh, then started to vibrate again in pulse, “And! And I have a list of caterers. And the food tasting is scheduled this wee-Eek... You’re welcome to join me, Mr. Director.” her hands was shaking as she tried to sip her champagne. James noticed her shift of aura.

“I would love to join you but I doubt my wife would be happy for me to be adding more calories this week. Thank you but keep up the good work. I’m sorry to leave you two but the ambassadors arrived. Discuss things with each other, okay?”

“Surprised to see me, again? You look different.” Walks around, bends down to her height and inhales deeply near her right ear. “I do love it when you smell like vanilla.” He stood up straight, “Do you have any plans after?” looking down at her while sipping on his champagne.

“Yes, actually I do. If you don’t mind, I need some air.” Walking fast towards the doors.

“I’ll go with you.” James quickly was beside her.

“No! N-no...” holding her hand up to stop him. She had to stop walking because the vibration is more stronger, and she could feel thumps in her ears, “Y-you just stay here.”

 “You look flustered. You ok?” genuinely concerned.

“I-I... mmm... I have to... uhhn... Please don’t follow me.” she ran out on the balcony and down the stairs to the garden. James went after Natasha. He found her leaning against a wall, groaning in the dark as if she was about to change into a hideous monster. What puzzled James is that her groans sounded like moans.

“Hey Nats, you are burning up.” Touching her forehead slick with sweat, “Are you sick?”

Grabbing his arm and looking at him with pleading eyes, “C-could you help me? I-I don’t think I c-couldn’t walk properly... ahhh...”

“Ok, what is happening to you?” he could feel her hands shaking uncontrollably.

“I-I’m stuck.”

“Stuck? Stuck where?”

“Down there...” indicating her groin area, “Please you have to help me!”

“You want me to do what?”

”I-I can’t take it anymore... (Uhnn...)” clutching and pulling her underwear through her tight skirt.

“And I thought you didn’t miss me?” folding his arms on his chest and laughing.

“D-don’t get your h-hopes up...” shooting daggers with her eyes, “It’s just that... I-I can’t get it off me...” wiggling her skirt up and trying to pry her panty off. “You’re the only one here to help me. You’re my only hope.”

“What?” fixated on her hands. “Don’t patronize me.”

“Beverly gave it to me, I wore it b-by mistake. Now the clasp is stuck! I tried pulling it down but it’s too tight. C-could you help me take it off?”

“A toy, Natz? You’ve changed. Well come on then! Let’s go somewhere more private... hmm?”

“Shut up and just help me! Please! Before it starts again. I’m begging you.”

“Okay, calm down...” she grabbed on his shirt, and sneered at him, “Alright, alright!”

He crouches down to get a better look on the clasp. When the vibration started again.

“Hurry up. I’m about t-to explode!” she said through her clenched teeth.

“Almost there. Just be still.” Pulling and wiggling the thong.

“You’re making it worse!” she was grabbed on his hair, “I c-can’t take it anymore. I’m going t-to... I... I’m... I’m going to...” she placed both of her hands on his shoulders to lever herself.

“Done! Ouch!” He got the clasp off the same time her muscles tensed. Her hand on his neck, fingernails digging on his skin as she reaches the point of release that she has been denying herself. Her legs buckled she was about to fall on her knees when he caught her and helped her stand against the wall. Natasha blacked out for a couple of seconds. James tried to wake her up, tapping her on her cheek, “Nats, are you okay? Natasha, baby! Hi, you okay?”

She started come around, “You bastard.” Fixing her dress down.

“A simple thank you would suffice...” he suddenly kisses her, pinning her shoulders against the wall. His kiss was hard then softened when she stopped struggling against him.

“S-stop...” pushing him away.

“Natasha...” Breathing heavily he let her go. He tried to kiss her again. She stepped away from him.

“We should get back.” Huffing a breath she started to walk towards the stairs, “And this did not happen. Am I clear?”

“As you wish.” Shaking his head smiling.

“Stop smiling. This will never happen again.”

“Sure, kitten.” Biting his lip and rubbing his chin.

“Don’t call me that.” She started up the stairs.

“Nats!” James called out at the base of the steps.

“What?” turning around.

“You forgot your toy...” dangling her panty on his finger. She quickly grabbed it and stuffed it in her clutch bag. She entered the ballroom through a different passage. She hurriedly went to the powder room to freshen up.

“Are you feeling alright, Ms.Whitfield?” Mr. Director confronted Natasha as she came out of the ladie’s room.

“I was just telling Mr. Director that you were feeling claustrophobic, and you needed a little air.”

“Yes, sir. I’m fine.”

“Good. I don’t want my star employee getting sick. Would you mind if I take Mr. Voht? I need to introduce him to the other investors.”

“By all means, Mr. Director.”

 “I would love to have another chat with you Ms. Whitfield soon, of course?”

“Of course, Mr. Voht. It was a pleasure talking to you.” Sebastian was walking up to her looking worried.

“The pleasure was...” looking me up and down “It was mine...” Smirking at me while nodding his head.

“Mr. Voht shall we? Ms. Whitfield excuse us.” As they left Sebastian arrives.

Sebastian wrapped his arms around her waist and kisses her forehead. “You okay?” looking down on her face.

“Yes, I am now that you’re here.” Resting her head on his shoulder.

“Who was that with Mr. Director?” rocking Natasha into a slow dance.

“Mr.Voht. Mr. Director’s new pet.”

“Try to stay away from him. I don’t like the vibe that I’m getting from him.”

“I don’t like him also but I have to work with him.”

“Alright just take Jessica with you if you’re going to meet with Mr. Voht. Okay?”

“Definitely.”