I got out of my car just ahead of him and strolled around the back of my car as he was getting out of his car. I decided to go for it and bid him a good morning because I thought if I didn’t, he might just go on his way inside and not see me at all.
“Morning, Mr. Evans,” I hollered and waved from behind my car. I wanted to make sure he saw my car.
Griffin looked in my direction, shielded his eyes from the sun, and then glanced at my car. With a large cup of coffee in his hand, he checked the aisle to make sure there weren’t any cars coming, and then he made his way over to me.
“Good morning, Riley,” he returned the greeting and looked at my Mercedes. “You have exceptional taste in cars.” You do! I’m following your exceptional taste. “We have the same model,” Griffin said with a smile.
He took a step toward the building, and I fell into step alongside him. Being June, the humidity was heavy and made it feel like not only was my dress shirt suctioning to my body but like my tie was strangling me too.
“Yours is much newer,” I pointed out the obvious.
“Doesn’t matter. They’re damn fine cars.”
“True,” I agreed with him as we stepped onto the sidewalk from the parking lot.
Come on, fucking remember me!
“How long have you had yours?” Griffin inquired.
“Just a little over a month. I got it when I moved back here after I graduated from college.” After I saw that you had one.
“Are you originally from Grand Rapids?” Griffin asked and sounded genuinely interested.
Why can’t you fucking remember me?
“Yes. I grew up here but moved to Ann Arbor to go to school.”
“I knew there was something special about you.” Griffin laughed and sipped his coffee. “You’re a Grand Rapids boy and a University of Michigan grad. We have a lot in common.”
Of course, we do.
“Well, once you own an S-Class Mercedes, you’ll never want anything else.”
I tried hard to concentrate on the conversation, but the fact that he said that he knew there was something special about me made it hard to keep up with much.
“Yeah, it’s very comfortable and has a lot of power,” I said as Griffin pulled the door open and gestured with his coffee cup for me to go in ahead of him.
“They’re also built like tanks and incredibly spacious,” Griffin added.
I was desperate to keep the conversation going and hoped we could ride the elevator up alone. I pressed the button to call the elevator and saw three women walking toward the building. Please, fucking stay away, bitches.
“The trunk is huge,” I commented.
Griffin laughed and then took a sip from his cup.
“That they are.”
Thankfully the elevator arrived, and we entered the car just as I heard the bottom of the front door drag over the doormat. I hit the button to close the door and then hit the buttons for the second and third floors.
“So I know you’ve only been here about a month, but be sure to the check your mailbox today for a party invitation,” Griffin casually said as his eyes bore into mine.
“A party?”
“Yes.” Griffin took another sip but quickly swallowed and pulled the cup away from his mouth as the elevator came to a stop on the second floor. “I have a company party each quarter, and all employees are invited. The invite will be in your mailbox this week.”
“Great,” I replied, trying to sound excited, but not nearly as excited as I really was inside. I stepped out of the elevator and turned to look at Griffin. I was surprised to see that he had held his hand out to prevent the doors from closing. “I will await the invitation and look forward to attending.”
“Good, Riley. It’ll be nice to have another Michigan grad there.”
Griffin moved his hand out of the way of the elevator door so that they would close. Was that flirting? No. Griffin Evans didn’t flirt. He had whomever he wanted without effort. But it was something special that I didn’t think any of the other interns had with him.
Instead of going to my desk, I went to the men’s room and jacked off to the fantasy of him telling me that he remembered me and that he wanted me to be with him. I shot a huge load on the back wall of the stall.
“Look at what you made me do, Mr. Evans,” I whispered.
Later that day when I returned from lunch, I stopped in the mailroom on the first floor and checked my mailbox. The usual Monday flyer was sitting in each box along with a black envelope. I glanced around at all of the other mailbox slots, and most of them also contained the black envelope. This must have been the invitation. On my way to the lobby to catch the elevator, I flipped over the envelope that read “You’re Invited…” in gold lettering. Feeling a surge of excitement, I opened the envelope and pulled out a glossy black card that cordially was inviting me to Griffin’s home for a party one week from this upcoming Saturday.
For the rest of the day, all I could think about was the party. Granted, everyone else would be there, but it was just an extra way for me to be close to him. I felt myself growing hard as the ideas ran rampant in my mind. I could see how he lived at home. Maybe there were other things I could do to be like him or catch his attention. There might be a chance that I could see his room.
The back of the invitation had directions to Griffin’s place, and each night
