Cassia And Mathew Ch 02

Cassia felt a whirlwind of emotions when she ended the call with Mr. Mathew Grayson. She placed her head on the table on top of the notes they spent two hours going over. Mr. Grayson was looking for a publishing company to start working on a series of children's' books in braille. Since she didn't know much about him, she looked him up on her phone while he excused himself to take a phone call. Cassia couldn't see a ring on his left hand but she didn't put it past him.

When they were both done taking and giving notes he looked straight at her.

"It's been an absolute pleasure Cassia. Can't wait to meet you." And with that he was gone.

The thought of meeting Mathew sent a yearning through her that she couldn't understand. She felt flustered and horny as hell. Cassia hadn't been with a man since her second year of college when she was dating a civil engineer named Connor. Muscles, tall, chiseled abs, and a great smile. But he was a total jerk. At first, he wined and dined her. Took her out to meet all his friends, things were great. That was until after the 4th date, he took her to dinner and to see the latest Ironman movie, he tried to make a move on her and she declined. He was not too happy with that. He yelled at her for holding out, telling her, "You better give it up soon or else ill have to find someone else to."

Cassia couldn't take that kind of disrespect. She replied, "Should I give you a few numbers of the campus hoes? You might need one of them to "give it up."" With that, she walked into her apartment and slammed the door. They never spoke to each other after that day. She was thankful no one really asked about their break-up either. Made it easier to just forget about him.

Michael cleared his throat in the doorway and she snapped her head up. He was a little taken a back by the far away, sad look on her face.

"You good boss?" Michael asked concerned.

She nodded. "Yeah I'm fine, just a little overwhelmed but I'm good. Thanks Michael!"

He replied, "You can call me Mike if you'd like, that's fine with me." Cassia thought for a moment.

"Nope, I like Michael." He smiled wide; because he really did prefer people use his full name but allowed people to call him Mike out of courtesy.

"Your 3:30 is here, but I can tell her you're a little tied up at the moment, I'll just give you a few minutes to breathe." Cassia looked up at Michael thankfully.

"I would love that, thank you. I just need a few minutes to catch my breath and I'll come out and get her. Can you give me a quick run down?" Michael explained that she was a writer from Dallas, Texas. She was under another publishing company, but didn't like the way she was being treated so she was shopping for a new company. Cassia stood, shook herself a bit, and nodded to Michael, "I'm ready." She shook thoughts of her past and Mathew out of her mind as they walked to the lobby area to greet the prospective author.

Ruby was a middle-aged woman, with short red hair, and a piercing through her right eyebrow. Cassia stretched her hand to the red haired woman when they were a few feet apart.

"Hello, I'm Cassia Montgomery." She shook the outstretched hand and smiled pleasantly.

"I'm Ruby Lannister, pleasure to meet you."

By the end of the meeting Cassia and Ruby were laughing and talking like old friends. Ruby was born and raised in Brooklyn, NY but moved to Dallas when her husband moved his dental practice to expand his business. She was a bored housewife, and though she loved her husband and children to death she felt unsatisfied. She wrote mostly romance, and mystery novels. She given Cassia a book she'd written from each genre, and Cassia promised to read it soon, and send some feedback. They said their goodbyes, and Cassia wished Ruby safe travel back to Dallas.

Michael and Cassia walked back to her office. She was thankful all her appointments were finished and she could catch up with Michael about anything else she needed to know. Michael stopped at his desk and picked up a big box and carried it towards Cassia's office.

Eyeing the box Cassia said, "I hope those aren't manuscripts you want me to read?" Michael chuckled at the confused face she shot at him.

"No boss, these I think you'd like, but let's hold on that, there are some other things I need to show you." He said, getting up and walking around to her side of the desk.

Michael started showing her the office controls that were controlled by a screen built into the surface of the desk. Cassia had to admit it was pretty cool. Temperature control, opening and closing the blinds, even music that she could connect her phone to over Bluetooth. Michael waited until he was done showing her everything in her office to open the box. "Now for the fun stuff," Michael stated with a big kid grin on his face.

He pulled out a smaller white box that Cassia instantly recognized. It was an iPhone box. She loved Apple products and had quite a few of her own. She looked as Michael passed her the new iPhone.

"This is your new work phone. Our tech department hooked it up for you. I won't explain all the extras; it's all in the instruction sheet. And don't worry its only 2 pages long." She sighed; she was not a fan of instruction manuals. But who was these days? The next box got her even more excited, a new iPad. It was also tricked out with tons of extra features, and it came with a beautiful case with her name in gold cursive written across the bottom right. She traced her finger along the words as she'd done on the door when she arrived.

She smiled up at Michael with tears in her eyes, smiled sweetly at him and thanked him.

"Oh, don't thank me yet, this is the best part." He pulled out the final box and Cassia jumped out of her seat. It was a brand new MacBook Pro, and without breaking the trend the tech guys tricked it out. Cassia felt like a kid in a candy store. She really loved Apple products.

"Will you help me get all this to a cab, and remind me to go down to the tech department and thank them." Michael agreed.

"Before I forget, you don't need to take a cab anymore, you can choose your car and your driver from our staff. Editors are given the option of driving themselves or using our car service."

Cassia knew this was her dream job, but it was just too good to be true. Michael pulled out his own iPad and pulled up a slideshow of cars. Cassia picked the Black Navigator, just because it was spacious and she was sure she would want to lay down some days after work, when she worked late. Michael showed her pictures of the drivers. She scrolled through until she sound the one that stuck out to her. "Him!" Cassia picked a tall bald man that reminded her of a secret service agent. Michael nodded.

"That's Sam, he's awesome, he used to be in the Marine Corps, he's pretty hardcore, but he's a great guy."

Cassia was extremely tired by now and wanted to get home. "When can he be ready to leave?" Cassia asked yawning.

"Right now if you'd like." Cassia gave him a thumbs up letting him know that would be perfect.

"Can you tell him I'll be ready in 20 minutes." Michael nodded and took the boxes down to the car for her. She was about to pick up her desk phone to call her mom but the phone started ringing.

She answered, "Cassia Montgomery."

"Cassia." The sexiest British accent floated through the phone and her pussy started to throb. Hard. Cassia had to cover her mouth to muffle the sound of the moan that came out her throat.

"Cassia? Are you there?" She tried to regain her focus. What the hell was wrong with her? He sounded so sexy over the phone.

"Did you hear what I said?" And that damn accent was not helping.

"No, I'm sorry, I got sidetracked for a second, tell me again?" Cassia tried to get herself under control and ignore the wetness that was beginning to pool in her panties.

He cleared his throat and started again, "I was calling you to see if you'd received my email, but then I realized I didn't have your cell number. I called hoping you would still be there and I'm glad I caught you."

She swooned as she listened to him speak. She started to wonder what he would sound like in bed with his thick cock deep...

"Cassia?" Holy Shit.

"Yes. My uhh number." Cassia read the number to him while silently kicking herself. No man had ever made her feel this giddy, and out of control, and here she was practically having an orgasm in her chair at just the sound of his voice. His voice broke her train of thought again.

"Like I said before Cassia, I can't wait to meet you. And feel free next time to leave your shoes off so I could watch you put them on." He chuckled and she wished right then the floor opened up and swallowed her whole.

She laughed nervously, and he continued, "I might enjoy coming to America just to see you do it." She had to get back some control over this situation.

"Are you flirting with me Mr. Grayson, or are you hinting at the fact that you have a foot or shoe fetish?" She asked with her always-witty tongue.

There it was, the laugh of a million angels. He laughed deep and low in his throat, the sexiest sound Cassia had ever heard. A sound that had her squirming in her seat. She had to go home and get some release.

"Well that depends." He replied.

"On what?" She asked.

"If you're going to moan the same way when I lay my eyes on you." He said

With that he hung up. Leaving Cassia wide eyed, and hot. He did hear me moan. Oh shit! This is just great!

She got up on wobbly legs and could feel her arousal start to wet her inner thigh. She walked shakily to grab her coat and purse, and started to make her way downstairs. As she waited for the elevator Charlene and Michael were coming off. They looked at her quizzically when they saw her flushed face. Cassia, sensing their questions tried to change the subject quickly.

"Hey, can I have your cell phone numbers?" Cassia asked.

"It's already programed in your phone. Call or text us at anytime. Charlene and I also realized that you didn't give us any assignments for tomorrow. Is there anything you would like us to do?"

Thankful for the momentary distraction, she thought of what task to give them. Then it hit her!

"Oh yes! Can we please pull some magazines or designs from somewhere? That office needs to be redecorated. Completely." Charlene and Michael shared a chuckle and said they would have everything she needed to pick from when she came in. They looked like they were waiting for her to give them more work, but Cassia simply waved to them and stepped onto the elevator. Once inside she leaned her forehead against the cool door and felt the elevator start its decent.

She quickly waved to Jose and Richard, and walked outside in search of her new driver, Sam. When she exited the building it took her less than a millisecond to spot him. He was a large man around 6'5, with an impressive baldhead. He was standing at full attention, and surprisingly he had the biggest smile on his lips when he saw Cassia. His first thought was, Damn! She is beautiful! But he kept his cool, and kept his professional face on. He knew he would never try anything. One, she's too young, and he was a happily married man. But, he did appreciate a fine woman when he saw one. She walked up to him and hugged him. He instantly stiffened, but relaxed when she started to giggle.

He looked down at her, "Ms. Montgomery, my name is Sam Newton, your new driver. I will be used as your security detail for your travel and be available to take you wherever you need."

Being the jokester she was she asked, she asked, "Even if its to the Dunkin Donuts drive-thru window at 3 in the morning for a hot chocolate and blueberry donut?"

He laughed and opened the back door for her. "Yes, even if it's for hot chocolate and a donut ma'am."

He shut the door and Cassia settled into the plush leather seats. Her tiredness weighed on her, but her core was still hot and yearning for a certain British hunk. They rode in mostly silence until Cassia asked, "Can I connect my phone to the speakers? Its too quiet."

He smiled, "You looked tired ma'am and I know it was your first day. Just wanted to give you some privacy."

Cassia smiled, "Thanks Sam."

They rode all the way to her condo at the edge of the city in comfortable silence as they listening to some smooth jazz. As the car reached the front of the building Sam hopped out and opened the trunk to pull out her box of electronics from work. He left the Navigator parked by the sidewalk and walked inside the building with Cassia. Out the corner of her eye, she could see Sam scoping the place out, in true military man style.

It was 5:40pm when Cassia and Sam made it inside the apartment with her purse, and Sam carrying the big box like it was no bigger than a toy car.

"You can just set it there on the counter Sam, thanks." He walked across the condo in what looked to be 3 steps. The man crowded the already spacious condo. Cassia wondered how tall Mr. Grayson was, and heat rushed to her clit all over again.

"Ill be outside at 8:15 every morning. If you want me earlier or later, my number is programed into your phone. Just call or shoot a quick text. Have a good evening Ms. Montgomery." And with that Sam left.

Cassia stripped off her coat, and suit jacket on the way to her master bathroom. She slipped out of her shoes and sunk her toes into the plush carpet. In the bathroom, she looked at her reflection, and chuckled. She looked hot and bothered. Slightly thicker lips, faster breathing, face glowing, and wild eyes. She needed some release and fast. She pulled off her dress pants and walked to her glass shower. It was her most favorite place in her home. As much as she wanted to stand under the shower and wash the day off her, she quickly pulled on her rubber duck shower cap to protect her hair from the water. She set the temperature just right and stepped inside.

As soon as the water touched her milk chocolate skin, her muscles instantly relaxed. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back slightly. Broad shoulders, and blonde hair appeared in front of her...

Mr. Mathew "Thor" Grayson.

All she could do was stare into his eyes, a bright gray/blue combination. They looked into her eyes and touched her soul. She allowed her eyes to sweep down his face to his perfectly straight nose, and his strong jawline. Down to his neck, that led to the strong muscles on his shoulders. He was so massive, she couldn't even see around him. She looked down to his biceps that were too big to put her tiny hands around. His chest was like human armor, and his abs were rock hard. His big arms reached around her and pulled her in close. She felt sparks of electricity shoot all over her body. She moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck.

He put his finger under her chin and lifted her face up to his. He opened his mouth but when he spoke all she heard was a beeping noise? What did he say? He opened his mouth again. A cell phone? Her eyes snapped open, and she looked around frantically. Her fingers were buried deep in her pussy. She started to take them out when a shock of pleasure shot through her. She knew she needed the release and slowly slid her fingers back in. She left the stupid phone to ring, this was way more important.

She bent her fingers upward and started fingering herself harder and faster. She leaned her back against the cool marble walls and lifted her leg onto the wooden shower seat. She pinched her nipples roughly and plunged her fingers in deeper. She cried out into the shower stall, her voice shocking her. It was silky, smooth, and sexy. She pinched harder at her nipples and her eyes rolled back. She closed her eyes and her fingers became Mathew's thick, long, hard cock pummeling her pussy. She felt the familiar feel of her orgasm building, but this time it was the most powerful feeling she ever felt. Her fingers moved deeper and faster as she rushed towards the release she so desperately craved. She heard him whisper her name into her ear, and that was all it took. Cassia screamed out his name and felt her cum gush out all over her hand. Her body shook uncontrollably as wave after wave of her orgasm washed over her.

She slipped down the wall and sat on the shower bench, her body still shaking hard. She breathed deeply to steady herself. This man was going to be the death of her. She stood on still wobbly legs and showered quickly.

She wrapped the towel around her body and walked slowly to her adjoining bedroom. She grabbed her phone off the counter and walked back to her room. She saw the missed call was her mother and texted her with promises to call tomorrow.

Her best friend Carissa! She'd almost forgotten, they were supposed to hang out tonight. She went to her favorites and found Carissa's number. She dialed and on the second ring heard the Puerto Rican, Brooklyn accent of her oldest friend.

"Hola Mamita!" She sounded cheery and full of life.

Cassia was so thankful that she got accepted to an amazing theatre company here in Chicago and she moved here two months ago to start her first show. They were the perfect pair up.

"Hey baby girl, how are you?" Cassia asked trying to hide her yawn.

"Ohhhhhh. You sound beat girl, first day that hard?" Cassia rolled onto her back and went through her day being extra careful to avoid any details of Mr. Thor. Her friend understanding she was tired promised they would move their celebration until the end of the week so they could "party harder." They hung up after catching up a little bit and she peeled herself out of bed. She applied her lotion fantasizing they were Mathew's hands. She wrapped up her hair and walked to her bed. She loved sleeping naked so she pulled back her thick blanket back and crawled in. As she closed her eyes, darkness and blue-gray eyes haunted her dreams.

Cassia shot out of bed and sat straight up. She was covered in a sheen of sweat breathing hard and fast. She turned to get a glance at the clock but something wet stopped her. Her pussy was soaking wet and was leaking down her thighs. What the hell is going on with me? Was I dreaming about him? She sat up and leaned back against the headboard, and thought, You're 26 years old, the youngest editor at an international publishing company, you have a beautiful family, friends, condo and life. All that's missing now is someone to share it with. Her mind sneered at her. Then what Ms. Gloria said to her came back to the front of her mind again. "... All the love you're about to receive."

She looked up at the time display on the cable box on the wall in front of her bed, 3:41AM. Her mind was reeling and her body was on fire for this British mystery man. She couldn't remember her dream in its entirety, but she did remember strong arms, full thick lips, and a hot thick cock. She needed to get it together, and fast. She was lusting after a man she didn't know and hadn't even met. Right now, he was on the other side of the country as she lay there sweating for him. He probably wasn't even thinking of her.

She just couldn't keep her hands from roaming down her body. Closing her eyes pretending it was Mathew's hands, she squeezed her breast and pinched her nipple. She arched her back off the bed and moaned softly at the pleasure shooting to her pussy. She pulled and tugged on her nipple while her other hand made its way down to her hidden valley. Her fingers were wet on contact from her arousal. She played with her pussy lips and brought her fingers up to her mouth. She sucked her juices into her mouth all the while thinking it was Mathew's mouth sucking her into oblivion. Her pussy leaked as her mind created the best visions of her British hunk.

Her fingers connected with her clit and she rubbed hard and fast, wanting nothing more than to release some of this pent up sexual frustration. She could feel him pounding her pussy into submission. Her fingers rubbed faster and she squeezed her nipple harder.