The Man Handler

Cool.

Calm.

Collected.

His eyes are on mine, and there is a flicker of lust behind his pupils—and mine. But I dare not act on it. I will not. Everett has a confidence in his swagger that borders on cockiness. One that lets me know he’s a man who handles his business in and out of the bed. A man who knows what he wants, and goes after it, even if it means taking it. I find it, him, enticing. He sits in one of two leather chairs positioned in front of my desk.

“You’re looking and smelling good enough to eat, as always,” he says, innuendo dripping from his thick lips as he sits back in his chair. He spreads open his legs. I try hard not to look in the center of his crotch. I shift in my chair, twirling a strand of hair. This delectable motherfucker is asking for trouble, I think, leaning forward in my chair, then steeple my fingers beneath my chin, taking him in. He looks deliciously fuckable sitting in front of me wearing a crisp, starched pink shirt, a chocolate-brown and pink swirled tie, and chocolate-brown dress slacks. His faded beard is neatly trimmed. Not a hair out of place. I breathe in his cologne. Silently hold it in, then exhale. Nice, I think, catching the glint of his one- carat diamond in his left ear.

He smiles, flashing straight, white teeth. Then tilts his head, studying me.

“What?” I ask, fumbling with the diamond pendant hanging around my neck.

“You’re glowing.”

I nervously shift in my seat. “So, what brings you to my side of the world?” I ask, dismissing his comment.

You, I hear him say in my head. I shift in my seat.

A mischievous grin forms on his lips as he eyes me seductively. “I don’t think you’re ready for the answer to that,” he says, his grin turning into a wide smile. “So I’m going to give you the politically correct response, and say I was only stopping by to see how life is treating you.”

“Yeah, okay,” I reply. “You could have called me for that.”

“Yeah, you right,” he offers, still smiling. “But it wouldn’t have been the same as seeing your beautiful face.”

Despite myself, I smile, shaking my head. “Everett, you are a mess.”

“I’m trying to be your mess, but you keep running from me.”

“Okay, here we go with this running foolishness again. Think what you like. But I’m not going to keep having this conversation with you.”

He leans forward in his seat, resting his forearms on his thighs, cupping his hands together. His eyes lock on mine. “Why can’t two consenting adults who happen to work in the same building spend time together outside of work when they both are obviously attracted to each other?”

I stare at him, consider him without being too obvious. Summa Cum Laude Morehouse graduate; third ranking at Wharton School of Business; chiseled, athletic build, smooth cocoa-colored skin with high cheekbones and almond-shaped eyes; succulent, pussy-eating lips; ruggedly handsome; well-spoken; and impeccably dressed.

“What makes you think I’m attracted to you?” I ask, raising my brow.

“Oh, you’re not?” he asks, feigning hurt. He sits back in his seat with his legs gaped open, then breaks into laughter. I stare at him. Count the number of times he fans his legs open and shut in my head. Eight. I force myself not to look at his bulging crotch. I shift in my seat, keeping my eyes locked on his.

“Not at all,” I lie. “Don’t get me wrong. You look good and all, but definitely not my type.”

He lets out another hearty laugh.

“I’m glad you find me so amusing.”

He gets up from his seat, places the open palms of his hand down on my desk, leaning forward. His face is inches from mine. He stares into my eyes, and I feel myself becoming flushed from the heat of his breath. But I do not blink, do not shift my eyes from his gaze. I refuse to become undone.

“Amusing, you are not,” he says, licking his lips, “but beautiful and incredibly sexy you are. So, why don’t you stop fronting and let me take you out to show you how a real man treats a woman?”

“Everett, sweetie, sorry to bust your bubble, but there is nothing you can do for me that I can’t do for myself. I pamper myself. And I already know how to treat myself the way a woman should be treated without the offerings of a man.”

“Is that so?” he asks, smirking. He softly brushes the back of his index and pointer fingers across my cheek. “Then perhaps I can offer you something else.”

I sigh, pushing my chair back from my desk and getting up. I walk around my desk to where he stands. He turns and faces me, and I step in front of him—closing the space between us. I look up into his piercing eyes.

“I see how you look at me,” I say seductively, pulling on his tie. “The way you undress me with your eyes, licking your lips every time I’m in your space. So, it’s no secret that you want me; that you want to run your dick up in me. Want me to wrap my soft lips around your dick and suck it nice, and slow and very wet, then gulp down your nut…”

He grins.

“Yeah, you like that don’t you, big daddy? You like it when a woman talks nasty to you. Gets your dick hard, doesn’t it?” I move in closer, reaching between his legs, feeling the length of his dick as it thickens. “Yeah, you gotta nice big dick…”

He is up against the edge of the desk. “Why you fucking with me, baby? Don’t you know you’re looking to get yourself in a heap of trouble?”

I continue stroking his dick. He looks over my shoulder, watching the door. “Oh, trust me. I’m not fucking with you, big daddy. And I’m not scared of trouble. Isn’t this what you want me to have?”—I lick my lips—“All of this long, juicy dick.”

He sits on my desk, allows me to knead and pull at his dick over the fabric of his pants. OhmyfuckingGod his dick is big! I feel my panties getting soaked. If I didn’t stand by my rules of never fucking anyone from the job, I’d pull his dick out of his pants, drop down on my knees and suck the nut out of his ass.

Everett grabs me by the shoulders, pulls me into him, and brushes his lips against my left ear. “Let’s get out of here and take an early lunch so we can go somewhere more private.” His voice is low and sexy and full of lust, but sounds almost pleading. “You got me real fucking horny now. I’m ready to beat that pussy up, baby.”

I smile, pulling away from him. “That won’t happen,” I say, abruptly letting go of his dick. I walk over to the door, feeling his gaze on my ass. And I throw an extra shake in my hips. I open the door, turning to face him. “Thanks for the visit, but I have a lot of work to do. So, if you don’t mind, it’s time for you to go.”

I walk back over to my desk, and sit down.

He is looking at me with a dumbfounded expression on his face, glancing down at the massive imprint of his dick. When he finally realizes what has happened, he shakes his head, smiling. “Ain’t this a bitch?” he mumbles, getting up and adjusting the front of his pants, trying to conceal his bulging cock, to no avail. “Give me a minute,” he says, walking over to the window and looking out.

He is silent for a moment, thinking, searching for a distraction along the busy streets to ease the swelling in his pants.

“Is everything okay?” I ask, grinning.

He shakes his head, bringing his gaze in my direction. He straightens his tie against his shirt. “You have no idea,” he replies, walking towards me. He plants his hands down on my desk, leans in and speaks in almost a whisper. “You’ve awakened the mighty beast, and it will not rest until I finally have you in my arms, and in my bed —where we both know you wanna be. Make no mistake, pretty baby. I will finish what you’ve started. I just hope you can handle it.”

I cock my head to the side. “Is that so? Well, I wouldn’t hold my breath if I were you, or your beast.”

“Oh, don’t worry, beautiful. I’m a very patient man. I’ma have you, if it’s the last thing I do. And when I do, I’ma fuck the shit out of you real good, baby. Enjoy the rest of your day.” He winks at me, then heads towards the door, gently closing it behind him.

I swivel in my chair, leaning my head back, fanning myself. Replaying what I’ve done has me heated, and wanting to fuck or—at the very least, suck down a dick. “Bianca, are you nuts? What the fuck did you just do?” I think aloud in my head. “You were actually playing with his dick in here. Anybody could have walked in on your