Evan burst into the conference room, out of breath and an hour late, clearly catching the corporate propaganda presenter off-guard. This was Evan's first training session after joining North America's premiere bank and there was a distinct classroom-like atmosphere in the room.
Only classrooms were not usually uncomfortable for Evan. He easily worked his way through an MBA, as he was always in the professors' good graces, always on time, always well dressed, and always up-to-date on his readings. This, however, was a different story.
Flying into Boston from Toronto, he had no idea where he was going and had shown up late directly from the airport. He thought he'd have time to check into the hotel first, but didn't thanks to some jackass that somehow skipped security requiring everyone to be evacuated and sent back through the metal detectors.
He was late, his clothes were disheveled, and he hadn't shaved. About 40 pairs of eyes turned to stare at him. Everyone else was in formal business attire, freshly pressed, including the presenter he had just interrupted.
"I see our second Canadian participant has decided to join us. Please have a seat.... Mr Ray is it?" the woman was checking his name off a list on the podium.
"Yes, sorry ma'am," Evan replied.
"27 is years away from being old enough to be called Ma'am. You need to sit down and listen up," she quipped and returned to explaining the great future that lay ahead for them all with the company.
"This seat is available," whispered a seductively French-sounding woman to his left. Evan quickly took the seat and dumped his luggage on the floor to his right.
"Thanks, I'm Evannnnnnn....," he introduced himself as he turned from his bags on the floor to the woman who offered him a chair. Stammering and trailing off, Evan was caught staring into two of the most beautiful brown eyes he'd ever seen in his life.
"My name is Elizabeth, nice to meet you. I thought I'd be stuck with all these Americans. Glad to see there's someone else from Canada here." She had returned her gaze to the front of the room. The way her "s's" sounded like "z's" and "t's" sounded like "d's" was so unexplainably sexy
Evan sat staring at this beautiful Arabian princess. Her long, straight black hair, pushed back behind her ears, falling softly onto her shoulders. From just about the cutest ear he'd ever seen, a gold hoop earring matched an expensive looking necklace that hung down on her caramel coloured chest. The blouse she wore showed just a hint of cleavage, classy, but hot as hell. The grin on her face, as she turned back to catch him eyeing her like meat nearly melted Evan's heart.
"Pay attention! You were late and she already doesn't like you!" She said pointing to the front of the room.
Evan did not reply, but turned briefly back to the bitchy blonde presenter. No slouch herself, she was hot and looked almost like one of those "nerdy" women in porno movies who ditch their glasses to become nymphomaniacs. Despite her good looks, Evan could not stop thinking about the goddess next to him. Not taking in a word the blonde was saying, Evan was biding his time until he could stare at Elizabeth again.
He leaned back in his chair and glanced at Elizabeth out of the corner of his eye. God, he could smell her perfume from here. That gorgeous smile... Jesus, he was getting a hard on just sitting next to this woman! This hadn't happened to him since junior high for God's sake. The skin of her cheeks looked so soft. He had to fight the urge to reach over and run his hand through her hair. Glancing down he saw she was conservatively dressed in a pants suit. Thank God, he thought, if she was in a skirt he would probably forget to breathe.
Totally intoxicated by these thoughts, Evan completely missed the point of the entire morning's presentations. He did remember the sexy blonde had talked for a while, then some old guy, and there were some slides. Elizabeth watched intently, as he was sure every other employee did, but he could think of nothing but her. Her every move was adorable. She coughed twice, yawned once, and ran her fingers through her hair a thousand times. Trapped in her purse, her cell phone had gone off halfway through the morning so she had leaned over to turn it off. Evan almost came in his pants when he felt her hair fall onto his lap as she had done so. He could just imagine running his hands through her hair as she took his hard cock into that sexy mouth, with those soft lips...
While caught in the middle of his x-rated reverie, the morning ended quickly and noisily as the new inductees were apparently scrambling to head out for lunch.
"Want to grab some... how you say... lunch?" Elizabeth asked flashing him her smile again.
"Yeah, I uh, I have no idea where to eat though." Smooth Evan, smooth, he thought to himself. "I'd like to eat you for lunch," he said, louder than he expected. A lot louder as he hadn't meant to actually say that out loud at all.
"Pardonnez moi?" Elizabeth said, confused. God, those beautiful eyes! He couldn't stop staring as she looked at him.
"Oh god, I uh, I'd like to meet you for lunch, meet you. But, I should take my stuff back to the hotel. The Hilton, I think it's pretty close."
"I stay at the Hilton aussi. We could take a cab, yes?" She asked, pointing to her own bags in the corner.
The pair assembled their luggage and made for the elevator. Not usually stuck for words, Evan tried to make casual small talk by asking a few questions. Elizabeth was from Montreal, graduated from McGill, and was married. The last revelation hit Evan in the stomach like a sucker punch. How could he have missed the huge rock on her finger? Probably because he had spent all his time gazing at her other amazing features.
The company had booked the two into adjoining suites along with the other out-of-town employees. Everyone was on the same floor, but the rest had apparently had time to unpack. Parting with Elizabeth in the hallway, Evan entered his swanky room and immediately fell back onto the luxurious bed.
