During the last three months, Ian had been traveling more and more, leaving me alone for weeks on end. He was beginning to get complacent about our relationship. It wasn't that I was expecting great things, like marriage or something. But he had taken a step towards possessiveness. He was leaving stuff at my house and acting as if I had to be the little wifey. It was getting on my nerves.
While Ian was working hard on his deals, I had a few of my own in the fire. My primary concern was a deal with a new client. Barry was a tough negotiator and a real hard ass when it came to business. There had been more than one occasion when I thought the deal had fallen through the cracks. On Wednesday morning when I went into the office, I was ready for another tough round of negotiations with Barry. As I entered my office, Amanda was waiting for me, coffee in hand, and a message from Ian. He needed to see me first thing this morning. I tossed my briefcase on my desk and headed to Ian's office. Melanie looked up from her desk, smiled and said Ian was in a rare mood today. I encountered that mood immediately after opening the door to his office.
Ian was sitting behind his desk, glaring at me. As I shut the door, he started to yell about what did I think I was doing, how could I begin negotiations without him. He was yelling about Barry. I didn't know where he got off complaining about a deal that didn't even involve him and I told him just that. We got into a yelling fight and I ended up telling him to go to hell and walked out. By the time I had reached my office, my blood was boiling. How dare he! My body was churning with fire, ready to explode, and now I had to go into a meeting with Barry. Just what I needed!
Sitting across from Barry in the conference room, I was having a difficult time concentrating. I was so angry with Ian. Finally, Barry stopped the conversation and asked me what was wrong. He said I looked ready to spit nails. I told him I just might. Barry chuckled and said I looked like one hell of a spitfire today, my eyes were burning holes in walls. He said it looked good on me.
I looked at Barry and noticed that he was staring very appreciatively at me. I had noticed other times when Barry's eyes tended to wander to my cleavage, or to my ass. I hadn't given it a thought. The one thing I've never done is seduce my clients, even though I knew Barry would be hell on wheels in bed. He was not what I had expected when I'd first met him. I had envisioned an older man, late 60's, gray hair. What I got instead was a well-built man in his late 40's, jet black hair and a body that was incredible in his tailored suits. His hands were what really set me going. He had long fingers that looked like they knew exactly how to touch a woman. Barry was still staring at me, smiling.
I reached back, suddenly feeling very warm, and removed my suit jacket. I had on a sleeveless white silk top underneath. I knew that the way it hung on my breasts was perfect, accentuating them without being tight against them. Sure enough, Barry's eyes went straight to my breasts. I felt myself getting hotter again. My blood was still boiling from Ian, now it was boiling, but for an entirely different reason.
Getting back to business, I pulled Barry back to the negotiations. We talked for another hour and then decided to take a break. I got up and went to the sidebar for a glass of water. I felt Barry behind me. I turned, standing very close to him. I watched as his eyes moved up and down me, lingering over my mouth and my breasts. I sipped my water and licked my lips. Looking down, I noticed that he was beginning to show signs of life in his pants. I walked back to the table, crossing my legs as I sat, causing my skirt to ride up slightly. The top of my stockings and garter were just barely visible. Barry sat down next to me this time.
"I think the negotiations are going very well, Clohi, don't you?"
I nodded and smiled.
"I think there's just one more thing I'd like to put on the table, though. You."
