Page 26 of Cherish

“Mellie, I should torture you by telling you every last, dirty detail.”

Mellie quickly walks out of the office, promising to bring coffee for us all.

“So, how dirty was it?” Ananda asks.

I leave her hanging and slowly walk to my desk. She comes over and sits on the edge as I log into my computer.

“You know I don’t kiss and tell, Nanda, but it was filthy.” And with that, she looks up at the ceiling as if in prayer.

“Hot damn, girl. It’s about time. No more Dr. Doyle.”

“What are you talking about? It was just one night, and you don’t see Jason here, do you? I didn’t even hear from him yesterday,” I tell her. I don’t mention that I haven’t thought of Doyle since seeing him at the party.

“Well, why were you waiting around for him to call you? Why didn’t you call him? Girl, we don’t sit around and wait on men anymore. We make shit happen.”

“Well, I couldn’t call him. We never exchanged numbers, but he could have gotten mine from Mellie,” I argue.

“You could have, too.” She walks back to her desk, waving at me dismissively. “Don’t start on that passive shit, Lex.”

“What passive shit?”

“That shit you do. Waiting for that stupid Dr. Doyle to know you’re alive. Waiting for some fantasy to happen. Just waiting for shit to happen to you. Jason is here, and he’s the one who wants you. And the brother is so fine it should be a sin, girl. Biblical level sin with his tall, fine ass.”

I choose to ignore Ananda and type a response to an email from Beth. When I don’t respond, she stands up.

“You’re just going to ignore me?” she asks.

“You didn’t ask a question, Ananda, but whatever. It was one night. You act like he and I are going to end up doing the happily ever after thing. Why? Because of some bullshit from a psychic?”

“It’s bullshit now? You were all about it when you thought Wendy was talking about someone else.”

“Ananda, I’m not going to argue with you about it, okay. It was a great night. I’m going to leave it at that.” To put an end to this ridiculous discussion, I pick up my phone and start dialing. Taking the hint, Ananda walks away.

Mellie returns a few minutes later and drops a large coffee on my desk complete with a muffin from the cafeteria. I mouth a thank you, and she winks at me, a secret smile on her lips.

I ignore her too. I spend the entire morning ignoring my friends and concentrating on work, but at every turn, Jason Dupree remains in my thoughts. As I listen in on a conference call, I think of his large hands roaming all over my body. As I read emails and update my files, I think of his mouth setting my skin ablaze. As I walk over to the small staff kitchen to grab water, all I can feel is his giant cock entering my moist, wanting flesh. And all I want is for him to do it again. And again. And again. Thoughts of taking him in my mouth, bringing him to orgasm with my tongue also flash before my eyes.

The rest of the day flies by, and no one talks about Dr. Dupree again, but I don’t miss the smiles Mellie keeps throwing my way.

I haven’t seen Jason the entire day. I’m both relieved and disappointed.

Despite it being only Monday, I’m already over the work week. I’m out the door at exactly four thirty, yelling a hasty goodbye to my coworkers and muttering something about not wanting to miss my train.

“Whatever,” Ananda yells after my retreating back. Still irritated by our conversation this morning, I do my best to push it out of my mind as I make my way to the front door.

I have a single focus as I walk swiftly to the exit. Just as I reach the revolving door, someone grabs me by the elbow. Expecting to see Mellie or Ananda, I turn around to tell them I’m not in the mood, but it’s Jason who’s standing in front of me holding firm to my elbow.

The first thing I notice is that he looks exhausted. Every time I’ve seen him, he’s been clean shaven, but today, he has about two days of growth on his face. His eyes look sunken, and his clothes are wrinkled. I take a step closer to him, but remember I’m supposed to be reserved when it comes to him, I attempt to pull out of his grasp, but he holds firm.

“Angel,” he says, smiling wide, “why the rush?” He lets go of my elbow, but he takes one quick step in front of me, invading my space.

“Dr. Dupree,” I say, crossing both arms over my chest, shielding his view from his favorite place.

“Why so formal?” He reaches over and runs a hand through my hair. “I much prefer when you call me Jason. In fact, I prefer when you scream Jason.”

“Won’t be doing that again.” I turn on my heel and head for the door, but I don’t make it two steps before he grabs my elbow again.

“Why not? You enjoyed it.” It’s not a question. He reaches over, pulls the scarf from my neck and rubs his thumb over the marks. I immediately need a change of panties.

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