Page 11 of The Boardroom: Jonathan
Chapter 4
“You live in the shed behind your parent’s house?” the girl asked.
“Well not live…well, actually…” I shrugged as we made our way through the backyard in the dark. “I’m saving up my money and working to build my company, so the shed sort of serves as an economical way to have a private office.”
“Very ambitious,” she said, glancing around the interior with amusement. The room was a mess of papers, food wrappers, and a disheveled futon, but most of the time it served as home. A flashlight stood up on the ground as a makeshift lamp, giving the whole space a soft golden light. “Now,” she said, walking up to me slowly. “Where were we again?”
I smiled as I caught her against the wall and slid my hand around her waist. “As if I could forget,” I whispered, and she moaned as my mouth found her neck. I kissed her as we moved our hands across each other’s bodies in a maddening frenzy. I needed more of her, all of her, and I felt her breathing hitch as I suddenly began to stroke her from underneath the hem of her skirt.
“Johnathan,” she pleaded. “The bed…please.”
We tumbled onto the futon without even bothering to move aside the papers spread across it. I groaned in anticipation as I felt her hands undo my zipper, and I tossed her discarded skirt off of the bed. Suddenly we were both naked, and the curves of her body were illuminated by the lamplight, all shades of golden shadows like a long-forgotten painting. I moved on top of her and kissed her, almost in reverence, and tangled my hands wildly through the dark strands of brown hair that were splayed out on the pillow. Soon I was inside her, we were moving together, and she was letting out gorgeous sighs that echoed off the walls. I buried my head in her neck, immersed in her and the pleasure, when I suddenly looked down at her and she met my eyes…
I didn’t register who the woman really was until that moment—she had been a diaphanous fog of legs and moans and skin when I stared directly into her eyes and—
“Samantha?”
“Look, I know jetlag is a thing and all, but sleeping in two hours? Come on, man.”
I awoke with a shock to see Kirk standing over me looking incredibly pissed…and incredibly confused. Hell,Iwas incredibly confused.
“How the hell did you get in?” I asked, suddenly conscious of the fact that I was sweating bullets and had a massive case of morning wood going on underneath my sheets.
Kirk gave me his classic teacher look again. “You didn’t lock the doors, genius,” he laughed. “You’re a rich dude, and the right burglar could have made a killing last night.”
“Yeah,” I said, still processing the images running through my mind, and then I noticed Kirk was staring at me with genuine concern.
“You alright?” Kirk asked, setting down his coffee. “You have a nightmare or something?”
“Um.”
“Something hot?”
I felt myself blush for the first time in ages, and ran my hand over my morning stubble. “Something sort of in the middle.”
Kirk cackled. “Kinky.”
I looked at the clock. I really had slept in two hours and figured I must have forgotten to set my alarm in the haze of last night’s jetlag.
“You got ten minutes, and then we’re heading back to the office,” Kirk said, and I groaned. He shut the door to my bedroom and went to go wait in the kitchen while I dug through my closet for a clean shirt. I rested my head against the wall for a minute. Of all the people I could have had a sex dream about, Samantha was an odd choice. You’d think after Amy’s rather brazen behavior yesterday that she would have been more likely to make a surprise appearance, butSamantha? The same Samantha who was hell-bent on making the acquisition of her company as difficult as possible? I shivered as the last moments of the dream circled back through my mind—this dream was no vague morning recollection, but one saturated with color and detail, and one that was insistent on staying put firmly in my memory. But seriously, I thought, putting on my tie…what the hell?
I looked at my slightly disheveled appearance in the mirror and decided it would have to do.
Kirk looked visibly annoyed as we got into the car, and I made a mental note to treat him to dinner to make up for the fact that he had to come and wake me up for work…again. Maybe that Korean place Samantha was talking about…
Samantha. She would be at the office today, fully armed and ready to fight.Christ.
An uncomfortable silence had settled into Kirk’s Jaguar as we sped down the highway. He adjusted his glasses and attempted some small talk. “So,” he sighed. “There might be a blizzard coming in a couple weeks. Insane, right?”
“Yeah,” I said, and continued to stare out at the trees absentmindedly.
“Okay, as your best friend, I really have to ask, Johnathan, sorry, but—”
“The dream?”
Kirk smiled. “Ohhh this is gonna be good.”
I bashfully sunk into my seat. “Well,” I said. “It was a sex dream.”
