Revealing Thoughts (Victoria Wilde #3) (13 page)

Brian interrupted him. "I'm in the middle of
something with Tom, can I—"

"Myers?" Richard asked with a frown.

Brian nodded.

"Fuck Tom. I need to talk to you now."

Brian's eyes widened, and he glanced at his
phone to see the green light was indicating that he was still
connected.

"But Tom is on—"

"Tom's on his way out of here. I'll be sitting
in that office soon," Richard shot back.

Brian slowly moved a document so it was covering
the green light on the phone. He leaned back in his chair thinking,
This should be good.

Tom Myers’s jaw was wide open as he sat
listening to the speakerphone in his office. He hit the mute button
and then rushed over and closed his door. He returned to his desk
wearing a big smile. He hated that prick Richard and was also
looking forward to what would come next.

Back in Brian's office, Brian asked, "So what do
you need?"

Richard sat back in a chair. "Look, Brian, I
like you. I think you have a future here."

"Okay."

"There was a problem with those loans you
reviewed for me a couple months back. You didn’t find any
discrepancies, and after the regulators reviewed them—"

"I did find a bunch of issues. I detailed them
all in the report I submitted to you."

"I didn't get any report."

Brian sighed. "I printed it out. It was on the
stack when I placed it in your office, and I sent you a second copy
by e-mail."

"Whatever. There was no report when the files
went to the regulators and now we're officially under investigation
by the government for not reporting the—"

"I sent you the damn report," Brian
interrupted.

Richard stood and glared at him, "Look, you
little shit. It's your word against mine. You back me up on this,
and there will be good things ahead for you. Especially when I'm
sitting in Tom's big office. You fuck me on this, and I'll bury you
here."

Brian's heart was pumping wildly. He stared at
Richard. "I quit."

Richard looked shocked and then he smiled.
"Actually that's probably best. I didn't think it was working out
anyway."

Tom's voice blasted out of the speakerphone as
he said, "Richard, I need to see you in my office. Now!"

Richard glanced around the room confused, and
then he caught sight of the phone. Brian grinned as he slid the
page away that had covered the green light.

"Richard?"

Richard took a deep breath and as his face
turned pale white, he said, "Tom, we were just—"

"Save it, Brown. Come to my office now."

The phone went dead, and Richard stood there
speechless. Brian said tentatively, "I guess you'll be sitting in
Tom's office a little sooner that you originally thought."

Richard glared at him, ripped open the door, and
then took off. Brian stood and paced around the room with his heart
still pumping and his hands clammy. He did hate that asshole, but
he also hated being stuck in this office. He couldn't stand the
job. Brian felt a wave of relief pass over him. He had just quit.
He had actually done it. He sighed and then sat back in his chair
staring out the window.

Ten minutes later Brian was standing and
collecting his things in a small box when Tom Myers walked through
the door.

"What are you doing?" Tom asked.

"I already quit. Richard is a complete—"

"Fucking asshole. I know. He's gone. Security
ushered him out a few minutes ago."

"Okay, but I'm not sure if this place is…"

Tom took a seat and looked at him sincerely as
he said, "You didn’t really quit. I mean, you told some guy who was
about to be fired that you quit, so we won't hold you to that."

Brian moved to his chair. "I just don't think I
want to do this anymore."

Tom scoffed. "You've been
doing it what—four months?" Brian nodded, and Tom continued, "We
like what we've seen from you so far. If you had a little more
experience, I could see putting you into the
just recently vacated
director’s
position, but I can't justify it yet."

"I understand."

"Look, I'll need to fill that job now. I could
bring in someone from another division, temporarily, then when
you've been here a year or so, and if your work continues, I'll
definitely promote you. I give you my word."

"That's a great offer." Brian paused thinking.
"I appreciate it, but I think I'm going to leave. I'm getting
married on Saturday, and I just don't see myself doing this ten
years from now. I've got to find something else to do—maybe
something creative. I can't just stare at these documents and
numbers all day without wanting to kill myself." Brian looked at
Tom and was surprised to see him wearing a sad expression. "Sorry,
I meant no offence."

"Oh, no," Tom gave him a look like he was almost
on the verge of tears and continued, "Please take me with you."

Brian chucked and Tom pulled himself together a
bit. "Just kidding." As Tom's face morphed back into sadness, Brian
knew he wasn't kidding and was even more confident now of his own
decision.

Thirty minutes later, Brian arrived at home. He
knew Jillian wanted him to quit, but for some reason he was a
little scared of what she might think. She probably really wanted
him to find something else to do before he left this job. He looked
upstairs, and when he didn't find her there, he searched the rest
of the house. He finally discovered her in the workout room,
stretching with her leg on the ballet bar. She wore a tiny leotard
and looked amazing.

"What are you doing home?"

He moved to sit on the weight bench as he began,
"You know how you wanted me to quit my job?"

She pulled her foot off the bar and then
replied, "Yeah." Her face wore a bright, hopeful expression.

He nodded and flashed an insecure smile. She
smiled widely as she rushed to him and then knelt in front of him.
"What happened?"

"Richard was blaming me for some problem that
was his fault. I had the VP on the phone, and Richard didn't
realize. It's a long story, but I quit. They fired Richard and
wanted me to stay, but I just—"

She interrupted him with a long kiss and when
she pulled back she gave him a sincere look. "You know I love you
and will support you in whatever you want to do."

He frowned as he said, "I didn't really give it
a chance. But I feel like if I didn't leave now, ten years might go
by, and I'd still be there and still be just miserable."

"Take some time and figure out what you want to
do. You don't need to rush into anything."

"Okay, but I'm not going to have you pay my
bills."

"What bills do you have?"

"The car and my school loans. Also I had my eye
on this little gift I wanted to get for you and now—"

"I don't need any gifts from you—other than you,
that is."

He smiled at her unconvinced, and he said, "I've
got to figure out how to keep myself busy. I won't be some lazy
slob sponging off you like your ex-husband."

Jillian moved away from him as she said
suggestively, "You're nothing like George."

She pulled the straps of the
leotard off her shoulders and then slipped them down to uncover her
breasts. His heart pumped faster as he stared at her mesmerized.
Jillian continued, "I think I can figure out how to keep you busy."
She removed the leotard completely and then moved until she was
just under the strap that hung from the ceiling. She slowly lifted
her leg until it was in
the leg
thing
position and then widened her eyes
to him.

"Seriously?" he asked hopefully.

"Why don't you come over and slip it in."

"But I thought you couldn't hold this position
for very long."

Brian stood and began unbuttoning his shirt as
she replied, "I've been practicing." He pulled his shirt off
quickly and then rushed to unbuckle and pull down his pants. He was
already hard as he stood next to her just staring.

She grinned. "Something tells me I won't need to
hold this position very long."

Brian nodded and then spread his legs wide to
lower himself to the proper angle. He slipped his cock into her wet
pussy and then ran his hand all over her firm body as he pumped
slowly inside of her. Her one leg rested along his chest, and they
began to kiss passionately while he continued to thrust carefully
back and forth.

Jillian closed her eyes and as he brought both
his hands down to cup her ass cheeks, she let go of the strap. In
one motion she wrapped her arms around his neck as she brought her
leg up from the ground and wrapped it around his back. She leaned
back pushing her pubic bone farther into him as he moved his lips
to suck the flesh of her calf as it still ran up his body.

Surprisingly she was in no pain whatsoever as
they continued to go at it. They worked together rhythmically in
that awkward but incredible position until he groaned and exploded
inside her. He slowed his thrusts just as a cramp in her leg began
to take hold. He glanced at her face as she began to grimace. He
asked, "Are you okay?"

She shook her head no, and then it appeared as
if the pain was getting worse. He moved his hand away to allow her
leg to fall back into a normal human position. She moved it down
around his waist, and then she wrapped both legs around him
tighter. His cock had softened a bit.

"Better?" he asked.

"Yes. Can you still go?"

"Just give me a minute."

She smiled. "Hey, if you're not going to be
working, I insist that you give me more orgasms." Jillian kissed
him deeply, and his cock instantly began responding.

He pulled his lips away from her. "Would you
like me to start now?"

She nodded with a sexy smile and then leaned her
head back and ground her hips into him harder just as he reached
full size. Five minutes later he delivered.

At the same moment Jillian was having an orgasm,
over a thousand miles away Natalie was on her knees in Josh's
office rubbing her hand over her attorney's suit pants just over
his bulging groin. That morning he had filed the necessary papers
with the court and called her with the news. She rushed over as
soon as she could. As she massaged his growing cock, she asked, "So
when do you think she'll get the news?"

"I have a process server scheduled for both her
and her publisher for tomorrow morning. I think a few lunches will
be spoiled tomorrow." Josh gave her a cocky grin. Natalie smiled up
to him and kept staring into his face as she unzipped his fly. His
mouth opened wide as she reached inside and extracted him from his
underwear.

She stroked him as her eyes traveled down to his
penis. She opened wide then took him into her mouth. He groaned.
Natalie worked him more passionately than ever. He reached down to
put his hand into her shirt to play with her breasts. She removed
his hand then went to work harder and faster slurping and sucking
his cock like no one ever had before. He narrowed his eyes as he
stared at her; her hand was gripping his shaft, and her mouth was
gliding over his rigid flesh.

"Oh, God," he whispered.

She felt him throbbing and instead of pulling
away, she sucked harder allowed him deeper as he exploded inside
her mouth. She swallowed his juice and then slowly pulled away from
him, wiped her mouth, and then grinned.

She stood. "When you settle this, you can touch
me. In fact, then you can do whatever you want to me." She leaned
in an inch from his face and repeated in a whisper, "Whatever you
want."

He stared at her panting and struggling to
speak. After a moment he simply said with his voice cracking,
"Okay."

At just after 6:00
P.M.
in Orlando, Rob sat
out by the pool and casually took in the sights of the half dozen
spectacular, but emotionally or otherwise unavailable working girls
as they politely nodded and made occasional casual conversation
with him. Rob was working on his fourth beer and really beginning
to feel the effects. Carl strolled up in his swimsuit and flopped
down next to Rob. He seemed drunk or high or maybe both.

"Hey, Mr. Rodg—I mean Carl."

Carl smiled. "Blow that bonus yet?"

"Not yet."

"Hey that girl I told you about is coming out
tonight." Carl eyed Rob's body a little creepily as he added,
"Yeah…I think, uh…"

"What?"

Carl closed his eyes, and Rob glanced at him
confused. Rob asked, "Carl?"

Carl shook his head as he opened his eyes.
"Where were we?"

"Some girl, you were saying she's coming
over."

Carl ran his hand over his face to bring himself
to life. "Oh, yeah. She's coming over and depending on what kind of
mood she's in, do you feel like getting together?"

"Uh, sure."

Carl stood. "Awesome. Keep your phone on you. I
might be calling."

About two hours later, Rob was in his apartment
watching television and finishing up his sixth beer when his phone
rang. He checked the display and saw it was Carl.

"Hey, Carl."

"Rob, she really wants to meet you. Can you come
down?"

"Sure."

"We're in the party room—you remember where the
Bachelor party was."

"Yeah."

"Hurry down here, dude. Oh and the combination
to the lock is seven-one-six-seven. You got
it—seven-one-six-seven?"

"Okay."

Five minutes later, Rob dialed the combination
into the door lock and went inside carrying a full ice-cold beer.
He found a naked young woman lounging on the chaise with Carl
kneeling down and having sex with her. He was fully clothed except
for his thin cock, which hung out of his fly. The woman he was
having sex with was gorgeous, but she appeared a little
uninterested.