Is Mr White Mr Right? (5 page)

“
It’s okay,” Natasha said. “He’s my past and I’ve moved on,” she added. Rita rolled her eyes.

“
Yeah right,” Rita said rolling her eyes. “You can’t keep your panties on for one second when you’re around him,” she added before realizing what she had just done. She quickly slapped her palm over her mouth and looked apologetically at Natasha who was now staring daggers at her.

“
Gee, thanks Rita,” Natasha said cynically.

“
Natasha Renee Black, I raised you better than that,” Estelle said sternly looking at her granddaughter. Natasha was thankful when her phone rang breaking the growing tension in the room.

“
Hello,” she said avoiding eye contact with her nan.

“
Hi this is Angie Roth calling from Nolan Schmidt Communications Solutions.” Natasha felt a chill go through her.

“
What?” Rita whispered.

“
Who’s that?” Estelle asked, eager to know who was calling. Natasha put a finger on her lips before setting the phone on loud speaker.

“
Yes,” she said in anticipation.

“
Well, I am pleased to inform you that you passed the interview,” Angie’s voice said. Natasha jumped up and down in excitement as the other two came to hold her in a group hug.

“
Thank you so much” Natasha said trying not to sound as excited as she felt. “I don’t know what to say,” she added, out of breath.

“
You have to come in tomorrow to sign the contract and then you can officially begin working with us,” Angie said.

“
Sure, I’ll be there first thing tomorrow morning,” Natasha said happily.

“
We look forward to seeing you,” Angie said before hanging up.

“
Thank you so much,” Natasha said as she heard the click from her end of the line.

“
Good for you,” Rita said giving Natasha a hug. “Your career path is finally on track,” she added as Estelle walked over to her granddaughter a hug as well.

“
I know,” Natasha said smiling.

“
About what Rita said about you and Jay and panties?” Estelle said holding her at arms length.

“
You know what nan, me and Rita are headed to the salon for a mani-pedi,” Natasha said grabbing Rita’s arm.

“
We are not done yet,” Estelle called out as the two quickly walked out the door giggling.

“
See what you and your big mouth did,” Natasha said as she fumbled with her car keys.

“
I’m really sorry,” Rita said as she got in the passenger seat. “Make it up to you? Manicure’s on me,” she added quickly looking to appease her friend. Natasha looked at her.

“
Throw in a facial,” she said as she started the ignition. Rita frowned at her. “What? Nan’s probably going to bite my head off later today,” Natasha said sternly.

“
Guess that’s the least I could do,” Rita said as she got herself buckled in. “No need being pissed off while exfoliating though,” she said looking at Natasha before they both laughed.

As she stood under the running water of her shower on Thursday morning, she wondered what her first day at Nolan Schmidt Communications Solutions would be like. She took a deep breath as she felt the warm water trickle down her spine to her crack. She turned around and leaned on the wall allowing the water to fall on her full breasts. She ran her hands through her wet hair and then down her torso, her palms slightly brushing the hardened nipples. She gasped lightly as the thought of seeing Mitchell Schmidt again crossed her mind. The thought actually aroused her a little.

She put her hands on the knob and turned the water off before grabbing her towel. As she wrapped herself in the fluffy towel, she pictured the look Mitchell would have when she walked through the doors of his office. Mitchell had tried to get a hold of her over the past few weeks but each time, Natasha wouldn’t barge. For Natasha, it was merely to protect herself. After all, the man had admitted to being in a ‘complicated’ relationship.

However complicated the relationship was, she was not interested. All she carted about was that she got into her dream job and she was going to work her ass off if she was ever going to make it to the Forbes list of the ‘Top 30 Under 30’. She smiled when the thought crossed her mind. Her best friend Rita had put the thought in her head and she had come to appreciate the prestigious feeling that title would bring.

“
What to wear,”
she thought as she looked at her three choices. There was a black sleeveless dress, a blue skirt coupled with a black button down blouse or a navy blue pencil dress. On the floor was the one thing the three outfits revolved around.

A new pair of blue peep toe heels. She took a deep breath and threw her body towel on the bed before walking to her dresser for some lotion.
“The blue is glamorous and says I mean business,”
she thought as she rubbed the sweet smelling oil on her smooth body.
“Blue it is,”
she thought as she slipped on a pair of black panties. She matched this with a black bra before finally pulling the dress over her shoulders. She then walked to the full length mirror and looked at her reflection. “
Well hello there sexy mama,”
she thought as she smoothed down the bottom of her dress.

“
Damn,”
she thought when she looked at her watch. It was already 7.30. She had another half hour before she officially became late on her first day of work. She quickly blow dried her hair and pulled it back in a low bun. She then quickly did her make up, careful not to overdo it. Natasha had always had well accentuated features. All she ever needed was some mascara and lip gloss. But today, she thought she could do some eye shadow. She looked at her reflection again before walking back to the bed and finally putting on the shoes.
“Utter perfection,”
she thought as she looked at her feet. The peep toe feature was perfectly showing off her well manicured toes. She glanced at her wrist watch again. 7.44. Perfect.

Slowly she walked down the stairs to the kitchen where her dada Eric and nan, Estelle were. Her nan had made waffles specially for her first day at work.

“There she is,” Estelle said as Natasha made her way to the kitchen table. “The new head of corporate advertising at Nolan Schmidt Communications Solutions,” Estelle said feigning a television advert.

“
You know it,” Natasha said as she kissed her nan’s cheek. “And thanks for the waffles,” she added as she took a plate.

“
You look beautiful princess,” Eric said as he stood to kiss his daughter’s cheek. “You will knock them dead in that dress,” he added as he sat back down.

“
I am the head of corporate advertising,” Natasha said as she helped herself to some waffles. “I need to look the part,” she added taking a bite of her waffles. “This is really good, nan,” she said between bites.

“
Hey, don’t talk with your mouth full,” Estelle said pointing at Natasha using a spatula.

“
Don’t worry, she does that to me too,” Eric said as he gathered his stuff. Natasha smiled at him as she rushed to finish her breakfast. She had exactly three minutes to be on the road.

“
I better go too,” she said as she stood up.

“
But you haven’t even had juice,” Estelle protested. Natasha walked over and gave her a quick hug.

“
I will have it before I have dinner,” she said as she grabbed her bag. “But now, I have really got to go,” she added as she kissed her farther goodbye. She stopped on the way to the door and turned around. “Daddy, do you think…..” “….don’t even say it,” Eric said grabbing his car keys off the table. He had loaned her his Ford Lincoln on her last interview with NSCS. Estelle smiled. Natasha knew her nan had seen that answer coming long before she even asked the question.

“
It was worth a try,” she said as she walked out to her own mini cooper. Eric had always told Natasha that her mini cooper was classier than most. Her first two salaries had taken care of completely pimping her mini coop into one of those ‘pimp my ride’ vehicles you saw on TV. However, Natasha still thought she looked more classy in a Lincoln than a mini cooper.

As she drove down the street, she felt herself being more relaxed as the cool breeze brushed her soft cheeks. Her heart rate was getting faster and faster as she got nearer to the NSCS offices. By the time she drove through the company parking lot, she almost felt like she was hyperventilating. “
Relax, Tasha,” she
told herself as she walked towards the office building. “
You already got the job,”
she thought as she approached the reception. A wide eyed brunette smiled at her. “You must be Angie,” Natasha said smiling.

“
I sure am and you are Natasha Black, right?” Angie asked looking at her. Natasha nodded. “Well, before you get settled in, Mr. Schmidt would like to see you in his office,” Angie said as she pointed her to Mitchell’s office. Natasha felt goose bumps on her skin as she walked down the lobby to Mitchell’s office. “
Why would he possibly want to see me?”
she wondered. She took a deep breath when she got to his door and knocked softly.

“
Natasha Black, the most difficult woman to find this side of California,” Mitchell said as Natasha slowly walked in. She smiled at him while still standing at the doorway. “Well, don’t just stand there, come on in,” he said standing up. She could feel his eyes looking up and down her smooth, well defined curves.

“
Nice to see you, Mr. Schmidt,” Natasha said as she took a seat.

“
Can I offer you anything?”he asked walking to his mini-bar. “I have cognac, champagne….,” he looked at her disapproving expression and smiled. “Okay, juice?” he asked.

“
Sure,” Natasha said crossing her legs. She knew he had noticed that involuntary gesture. She cursed herself for dressing up. She should have worn a pants suit. Maybe something that didn’t show too much skin.

“
To a new beginning,” Mitchell said after handing her a glass of orange juice. “I am looking forward to a very healthy professional relationship with my new head of corporate advertising,” he said. Natasha could hear the stress in his voice when he said ‘professional’. She smiled.

“
Me too,” she said as their glasses touched with a quiet clink.

“
So, why didn’t you return any of my calls?” he asked. He had a smile on his face. A sly but sexy smile.

“
What happened to the professionalism?” she asked taking a sip of her juice.

“
It is still there,” he said still looking at her. Natasha hated this. She had successfully avoided this conversation for three weeks. She leaned forward and put her glass down.

“
I want to keep things strictly business between us, Mr. Schmidt,” she said her voice suddenly becoming a bit more serious than she had expected it to.

“
Mr. Schmidt, I thought we agreed on Mitchell,” he said leaning back in his chair.

“
Alright
Mitchell,”
she said as he stood and walked to the door. She felt her heart skip a beat.
What the hell was he about to do?

“
Donna,” he called from the door. “Hold my calls for an hour or so. I need to go over contract details with the new HCA,” he said before bolting the door. Natasha felt her heart rate rising again. Her body numbed put when she noticed that Mitchell’s office had only one window and it overlooked the Californian sky scrapers. She panicked and stood up. She quickly walked to the door and eyeballed Mitchell.

“
I need to get settled in,” she said swinging her bag over her shoulder. He smiled down at her and she felt like she would melt right there.

“
Nice shoes,” he said completely disregarding her request. She felt butterflies in her stomach as he moved closer to her. “They make you look….” He said as he got even closer. Their noses were now inches away from each other. She could actually feel his orange mint breath brushing over her skin. “Sexy,” he finally said before sliding the bag off her shoulder. She was now breathing hard and fast. She tried hard not to show it but it was a bit too obvious. Mitchell Schmidt turned her on. She wanted to move but she couldn’t. Even when she felt his hand on her waist she still couldn’t move. She was now sure. Mitchell Schmidt, her McDreamy was her kryptonite.

“
Mitchell….” “…..don’t talk,” he whispered as he put another hand on her waist. Her eyes were fixated on the floor. She was sure if she looked up she would jump his bones and kiss him.

“
You are denying what is already a done deal,” he whispered as he began backing her up. She moved back one step and then another, and then another till she felt her calves against the office couch. “You know you want me as much as I want you,” he said as he brought his lips to her neck. Her warm breath was driving her crazy. She raised her arms to push him off but instead, found herself wrapping her arms around his shoulder.