Page 7 of Big Bad Wolf: B.B.W
“Sherrie, like I said, I’m in the Raleigh area permanently at least from what I can see for now. Where I am is where the home office is. Therefore, this office is now that.” I turned to face her to make sure she understood what I said before I continued. “Can you have your things moved into the office next door by the end of the week?”
That office was large and nice. It didn’t have a bathroom or lounge area, but it did have a very nice, comfortable recliner. I knew the office was vacant because Elodie was not in it. While Sherrie was the manager over all of the managers, Elodie was the manager of the digital and print managers. The office next door was for the marketing manager as it was in all branches. In this branch, Elodie was in a marketing agent’s office.
“Oh, you want this office? I just thought you would take the office next door.” She was out of her seat now.
My head slanted toward my ear. “You mean the office that is for the marketing manager, that one?” I smirked when her face flushed over. “Yeah, please have your things moved out by the end of the week. Monday will be my first day in the office.”
Before I left the office, I reiterated that I would email the details for the weekend.
Back to the Party . . .
The thing that I learned about myself was that I liked what I liked. I loved women, more specifically, I loved black women. While the majority of women that surrounded me growing up were Greek, my mother’s direct black influence in my household was everything to me. My parents met in Greece when my mother was on vacation with some college friends. She was from Florida, where she made sure I spent summers with my cousins to get close to my black roots. I was just as much black as I was Greek or a centaur.
“Orion, I love that you’re here now. It gives me a chance to really get to know you on a more personal level.” Sherrie’s body leaned into mine. The heat from her vodka-smelling breath hit my ear. “If you want, we can start tonight.”
Everyone in the room disappeared when my eyes fell on Miss Elodie. When she walked into the conference room earlier this week, I wanted to tell everyone to get out so I could bend her thick ass over. I only knew her by name and performance. She was the rock star of the Raleigh branch, and it showed. Not only did she land major accounts, but she helped those under her come up. Sherrie was what I called a professional vulture. She wanted to feed off of others’ work that she deemed dead. Sometimes, the work wasn’t dead, but she deemed it so; therefore, it was.
That was why she wouldn’t put her hands on another strategy that Elodie worked on. Something told me that those tweaks she claimed to do were taking things out that she planned to use for her own strategies. Once she told the person that whatever she tweaked out was not good, that person tended to let it go.
Elodie lifted her hand and twinkled her fingers at me.This bitch just put a spell on me.When Sherrie said my name, I came out of my daze.
I glanced at her with a turned-up lip. I took my hand and patted her on the head.
“Calm that pussy cat down. I only like brown sugar, not white.” The shock from my words had her bottom lip on the table.
I slid out of the booth to let my feet take me to where I really wanted to be.
“Miss Elodie, I’m happy that you decided to come. I’ve been waiting for you.”
There was no need for me to beat around the bush when I wanted to beat around the pussy. Her mischievous grin told me that she was the fuck around and get fucked type of woman.
“Were you now? Tell me more about that.” Her request was simple and complex all in the same breath.
“I want to get to know you a little better outside of the office. I figured this would be the best and safest way to do that shit. When I come into the office on Monday, it will be about money and the business,” I told her.
Elodie had the most iridescent brown skin that I had ever seen. Well, that was a lie. I’d only seen that level of radiance on one other person, Mrs. Eleanor Leventis. Even on the days when my mother was her sickest, her skin always glowed.God, I miss my mother.
“Oh, you’re coming in the office Monday?”
I wasn’t sure why she was surprised by that when I told them that I would be in the office.
“You know Sherrie is not happy about you taking her office.” She tried hard to stifle her cute ass giggle, but the giggle had a mind of its own.
Before I knew it, I’d peeked over my shoulder to see a very pissed Sherrie with her daggers set on me and Elodie. When I turned back to Elodie, her ass let out a bellow of a laugh.
“You know you not shit for that? How the hell am I taking her office when I own the damn building?”
“You’re right. You do own the building,” she said with a snicker before her back straightened. “So, Mister Building Owner, what does a girl have to do to get a bigger office? I don’t need one as big as your new office.” She side eyed me before she continued. “I just think I deserve a bigger office to fit the flowers you gave me.”
I saw what she did there. “We can have that conversation later. Right now, I want to know more about you. Let’s have a seat.”
When I extended my hand for her to take, she glanced down at it for a beat before she took it.Her soft ass hand.We walked toward the booth that I’d occupied all night. The fact that Sherrie’s ass still sat there like she belonged threw me. “Sherrie, do you mind?”
Her finger poked her chest. “You want me to move? Really?”
“Let’s not make this awkward. I sat here alone well before you arrived. You came over uninvited to monopolize my time. It was and is unwanted. I am asking you to move around.” My tone held a certain level of professionalism that she didn’t deserve, but I’d digressed for now.
She tittered before she sloppily slid out of the booth. I closed my eyes at the realization that this woman’s skirt was lifted above her bare ass. Elodie’s hand squeezed mine. When my eyesopened, Sherrie’s skirt was in its rightful place. She glared at us before she stomped to another booth where others from the firm were.
