A week and a half passed after I fucked the shit outta Sasha to get over that craving. She was satisfied and I was as well; so much so I haven't bothered calling her since. Can't say the same about her though; she's been blowing up my phone leaving voicemails and dirty texts. When I do call her back, I tell her I'm too tired from work. I keep assuring her that we shall have another night together once things calm down. Truthfully, I want to get her out of my system so I can talk with David.
He's been in everyday like usual; his affect on me nor his attitude towards us had changed. Jessie and I have been real careful not to be so lovey around him and none of us have mentioned that day a week or so ago. Today though, I would be the one to talk. My fantasies about David needed to be a reality.
I got up earlier than usual to primp a little for my desired man. I shaved the beard that Sasha loved so much and traded it for a mustache and well trimmed goatee. I rubbed a little more lotion on my caramel skin and wore the tightest black tee and comfy blue jeans to put together the sexiest work outfit I could muster. *I hope he's there when I arrive.* I reached for my ponytail holder to pull my hair back then I thought better of it and stuck it in my pocket. I'd been letting my hair grow because it made me feel closer to my Native American side plus it attracted so many looks; I hope it will catch David's eye too.
Again, I checked myself in the mirror; my green eyes looked brighter than usual. I closed them and thought of David for a moment. I licked my lips and picked up my sunglasses. Today was supposed to be the hottest day of the summer, for me I hoped it would be the hottest day of the year.
I drove up to the store and hopped out my car. Two of my female coworkers whistled as I walked by. I smiled at them and continued to walk towards the entrance. Once I got to the doorway, I saw a rather tan, tattooed, and muscular man loading a pickup truck. He turned around and I saw it was David. Wanting to see it with my own eyes, I took off the sunglasses, and rubbed the beads of sweat off my brow. That body was incredible, more so than I had dreamt. His jeans were ripped at the knees, work boots totally filthy; it didn't ruin his look though. *Damn, baby.* I felt my jeans stretch a little the more I looked at him. I was so excited to see him shirtless, I couldn't move to go to him, and see if he needed help.
He jumped off the truck and closed the door to the pickup then hit it to drive off. He took his shirt out his pocket to wipe the sweat off his face and neck. I licked my lips wishing I could do that for him or at least be that shirt. Our eyes met and he smiled wide as he made his way over to me.
I put my sunglasses atop my head and a hand in my pocket. He extended his hand as usual and I put mine in his. "Hello, Adrian how are you today?"
My first thought was to say hot and horny but I refrained and settled for the right thing. "I'm good and you?" I noticed he tucked his shirt back in his pocket and didn't bother putting it back on.
"I'm better now."
As soon as the pearly whites made an appearance again, I had raging hard on. *Did he just say he was better now?* I smiled back and nodded.
"So Adrian, I have some news for you. The guy who works with me who I told you might be leaving is doing just that in about three months. Since you have a degree in architecture and are looking for an apprenticeship I thought maybe we could work something out. Did you bring your portfolio so I could see it?"
