Diary of A. . . (18 page)

I thought that was strange of her to ask.
“Did he say why?”

“He never says what his intentions are and
to ask would be… you just don’t ask him questions.” Cassandra
looked very nervous.

I shrugged nonchalantly. “Okay.”

She excused herself for a moment to make the
appointment.

Another hour passed. Just as I was handing
her the last folder to take back to the file room, Mr. Lethal Heart
entered the room.

Now I didn’t know his name when he stepped
into my office. All I can say is that a big ass motherfucker filled
my doorway. He was the first black man I’d ever seen wear a black
Stetson hat, with middle of the back length dreads, a massive chest
and colossal thighs. He looked like a tree, which could explain why
there was a tattoo on his arm that read “TRUNK,” over a Navy Seal
insignia. The man looked like he could give John Henry a run for
his money.

Lethal wore all black. From the hat, to the
t-shirt, tight black jeans and Timberland boots that had to be
specially designed to fit on his large feet. Even his belt was
black with a black gold heart on the buckle.

Lethal was clean-shaven, with dark chocolate
clear skin, thick dark lips and a wide nose. His black eyes were
omnipresent and I felt fear, excitement, cold and warmth all at the
same time as they looked at me and then right through me.

My breath caught in my throat at this fine
ass man. I was instantly mesmerized. Even if I was in danger, I
don’t think I could have screamed for help to save my life.

Cassandra was practically trembling as she
gazed upon him with open mouth. I realized mine was open, too, when
I nudged her to close hers. I actually had to wipe the spit that
had started to congeal on my lower lip.

“Mr. Lethal H-Heart, I’d like you to meet my
new boss, Ms. Sheryl Banks,” Cassandra said breathlessly. “He’s
doing your …” She lost her train of thought because just like me,
she couldn’t stop looking at him. “…thing for your f-father.”

Lethal’s cold black eyes took me in from
head to toe. I couldn’t tell if the man wanted to slit my throat or
fuck me. I swear the office’s temperature went ten degrees lower as
he stepped fully in the room, coming straight at me.

My knees went weak. I couldn’t figure out if
it was from fear or from sexual tension because damn I just wanted
to fuck him so bad. I’ve never wanted to just fuck a man. I usually
had to wait until he opened his mouth to find out if I wanted to or
not. But this sexy ass dangerous motherfucker was just his own damn
aphrodisiac.

“I should thank you for seeing me,” Lethal
said, but he didn’t thank me, he just said that sentence.

WTF?! Who the hell was this man?

“I am a busy woman,” I said, trying to sound
like he didn’t affect me. I moved to my desk to give myself time to
compose my libido and thoughts. Even with the desk between us, I
had a feeling that if this man wanted to touch me; a simple desk
would be easy to knock out the way.

Cassandra hurriedly rushed out the room. I
wanted to scream at her to stay, but I didn’t.

Lethal pulled a rolled up envelope out from
his back pocket. I trembled because I thought for sure he was going
to pull out a gun.

“Would you like to have a seat, Mr. Heart?”
I asked.

“No!” he said harshly and stepped to the
desk. “Let’s get something straight about me, Ms. Banks. I don’t do
shit for free. I’m all about the Benjamins, but Cee put her life on
the line for me once and I owed her one.”

“So I should be honored that she used a
favor on me?”

“Let’s just say I got the motherfucking
Midas touch and people have killed to get a favor from me.”

I trembled again.

“I also hate owing favors, but I keep my
word.” He handed me the envelope. “I usually don’t have to put much
effort to do things, but I had to actually work for this favor and
I was pissed the fuck off about that shit. Your father was very
good at what he did?”

“What did he do?”

“Embezzled seven point four million dollars
from over thirty seniors, with a condo scheme in Florida and then
faked his own death. He hid the money better than they hid Jimmy
Hoffa, surfaced under a new identity and is now living better than
the president. He’s doubled the money stolen, paid back the seniors
he stole it from and now runs a very successful company.” His eyes
narrowed at me as if it were my fault or something.

I looked away because if I trembled one more
time, I was going to just orgasm out of sexual fear.

Focus, Sheryl! I told myself.

I forced myself to concentrate and look
through the envelope. “So my father is alive, but these papers
don’t have his name. Matter of fact, it’s blacked out.”

“I know,” he said obviously. There was a
cruel smirk on his lips. “That is where the conundrum falls for
you.”

“I’m confused,” I said.

“You damn well should be. So was I. That’s
why they call them conundrums.”

Was he being irritating on purpose? “Mr.
Heart, this matter is important to me and my sister’s sanity.”

“Like I said before, I’m all about the
Benjamins. And the only favor I owed Cee was to find out if your
father was alive. I found the answer. He is. The favor didn’t
include me releasing his identity.”

Now I was becoming upset at this. “You’ve
come to extract money from me?!” I asked incredulously.

“No!”

I was really becoming to hate that word out
his mouth. It felt firm and indestructible.

“I’ve come to let you know that I have done
all I can in getting you all the information you need. But since E.
Heasley has paid me not to allow you to know his whereabouts, I can
do no more for you.”

I stood up incensed. “You’ve spoken to
him.”

“Of course,” he said obviously.

“How much did he pay you?”

“Enough.”

“From the money he stole,” I sneered.

That smirk returned. He was enjoying this.
“Most likely or maybe it was from the money he made off that money.
Either way, I’m a very rich man from the deal. And even if you
hired someone else to find out the whereabouts of E. Heasley, you’d
be wasting your money. E. Heasley doesn’t want to be found and no
one else in this world could possibly find out who he is or where
he is, unless he wants to be known. I’m the best of the best, Ms.
Banks, and you couldn’t hire anybody who could do a better job than
I.”

This man was an arrogant insufferable
asshole! Who the hell was he? And why the fuck after he walked out,
I was still so turned on?

I collapsed in my chair and looked down at
the papers before me. Damn! Damn!

Huffing to myself, I stormed into my
bathroom and pulled down my panties. Resting on the sink, I closed
my eyes. The moment I touched myself, I could feel my body easily
sink into an orgasm.

For the love of heaven’s saints, the man had
made me wetter than wet. All I had to do was envision him, those
lips, that face and…just as I was about to climax, fuck if my damn
imagination chose to think about Theo instead, about him thrusting
hard into my pussy.

I know I screamed or shouted or something.
But I didn’t care. That was one of the best masturbation sessions
I’d had with myself in a long while.

Don’t you hate those orgasms you get by
yourself that are soo...damn good that you wish you could have
shared them with someone?

And why the hell did I have to make myself
come when I knew I could have locked myself in Peter’s office?

Because I wanted one all to myself? Because
I knew Peter couldn’t have gotten me off as good as I had gotten
myself off.

I took a moment and relished in the orgasm
with my eyes closed and my fingers slowly circling my clitoris.

The orgasm had really helped turn my day
around. Now I wished I had gone to lunch with Mackeroy after all.
He could have given me food and a little stress relief. After
playing with myself I now wanted more. Much more. I was going to
call Mack as soon as I left work.

So why the hell had I envisioned Theo during
my orgasm?

Hell if I know. Dammit, he was only supposed
to be a one timer, right?

I bit my lip and open my eyes, disturbed by
this thought. If I called Theo again, then I would be officially
seeing two men at once.

You want to be with Mackeroy, Sheryl, I told
myself.

But I loved what I felt with Theo, even
though it had been one time. Shit!

Cassandra reminded me with a knock on the
door that my ass was at work, locked up in my private bathroom with
my panties down and my legs wide open.

I came out the bathroom after freshening up
to find that she had brought a small salad for me and a diet
drink.

“The lunch truck was outside and I picked up
something for you,” Cassandra said. There was a look of sadness
still on her face that she was trying so hard to hide.

“Thanks so much, Cassandra. I’m famished.” I
really was famished and started to dig right in the salad.

She started to hurry out.

“Who is he?” I asked her.

Without being told, Cassandra already knew I
was talking about Lethal Heart. “He runs a security and
investigation company. He’s got clearance so secret that even the
NSA, FBI and CIA hire him to do jobs. I saved his life really by
mistake. Ever since then I’ve been trying to get rid of the favor.
Other than having my husband killed for cheating on me, it was the
only favor I could think of to use.”

“He’d kill your husband? And get away with
it?”

She nodded seriously. “He’s got a lot of
power that you couldn’t even begin to imagine. I worked in his
private security department, but he decided to shut that part down
and laid off everyone in administration. Now he’s just trying to
sell that part to someone who he knows he can depend on to make him
look good.”

I felt honored that she would use her favor
on me. “Thanks, Cassandra.”

“Like I said, I really wanted to use it. I
didn’t like him owing me. He’s too much of a temptation. You know
what I mean.”

Yes, I knew exactly what she meant.

I wasn’t used to her being so depressed.
Near the end of the day, I kept pressuring her to leave early, but
she just kept finding more work to do.

I had a follow-up meeting with each of my
employees and used that time to warn them to be on top of
everything before they left for the day. Then I returned to my
office.

Cassandra had left a note saying that she’d
stepped away for a second, but that she was going to finish typing
up the monthly report before leaving. Our stats were going to look
twice as good and I was damn proud of myself.

Walking into my office, I immediately closed
the door. I almost jumped out of my shoes at the large dark figure
behind it. Poised to scream, my mouth was instantly covered by the
man’s large hand.

It was Theo. Smelling and looking good. His
cornrows were gone. Now he was freshly shaven bald with a goatee
and wearing that security uniform that made him look even bigger.
He even had the gun belt around his waist today.

“Ms. Banks, are you okay?” Cassandra asked
outside my door.

Theo nodded and released my mouth.

“Umm… Yes,” I said, catching my breath. “I
thought I saw a mouse.”

He raised a curious brow as if insulted.

“But I didn’t,” I finished.

“Okay. Do you need anything else?” Cassandra
asked.

Theo shook his head.

“No. You finish that report and go home.
I’ll be done for the day, too, so transfer all my calls to
voicemail and I’ll address them later.”

When he knew Cassandra had walked away from
the door, Theo locked it and then folded his thick arms across his
chest, looking very angry. It would have been almost scary, if I
wasn’t so damn turned on.

“You don’t know how to call a motherfucker?”
he growled.

Entry Thirty

Tired and exhausted from the laborious
weekend, I returned to work with all my managers intact – thank the
lawd – and I had a whole different outlook on life.

I guess you’re wondering what happened after
Theo surprised me in my office, huh?

Yeah, well it is very detailed and the three
days are just too much for me to post all at once. So I’ll do it in
sections and hope that I can fulfill all your curiosities.

Where was I?

Oh yeah…

Theo scared the hell out of me, but once I
was able to gather my wits, I snapped back. “My fingers work just
the same as yours.”

He smirked, but he really didn’t look like
he came here to laugh. There was something dark and sinister behind
his eyes. This man came with a purpose and it was not to be
amused.

“That may be true, but I’ve never been the
chaser. Is that what you want from me?”

Flippantly, not liking this uncomfortable
feeling and just knowing I had become involved with some crazy ass
fool that I might have to get a PPO on, I said, “I never said what
I wanted from you, Theo.” I moved behind my desk ready to call
security in case he tried something crazy.

He walked up to my desk and leaned over. “I
guess you and I have different ideas, because if I just wanted
pussy, there are a million other women I could have called.”

“Including your wife?” I mocked, reminding
him that he wasn’t divorced yet.

That smirk came and went. “True, but I
didn’t want just pussy. I wanted you.”

His flat out honesty shocked me and turned
me on.

Too bad he’s crazy! my thoughts screamed.
Now get him the hell out this office. The last thing you need is
drama up here.

Licking my lips to give myself some time to
answer his last statement, I honestly didn’t know what to say to
this man. One moment I was scared. The next moment he was saying
things that were beautiful music to my ears.