Romance: New Adult: One Game at a Time - A College Football Romance (Bad Boy Romance) (Sports Contemporary Short Stories) (85 page)

Down in the parking
garage,
Mr. Conner led the way to his car. Aisha paused as he unlocked the doors, and tried to keep from gaping. She had never seen what he drove, but she should have known it would be something expensive. And it was. It was a Ferrari, Aisha didn’t know more than that, but she recognized the little emblem on the front of the car. It was as black as midnight, with shining silver hubcaps. Her boss opened her door for her, and it swung out slightly and then lifted straight up, and she dropped down onto the passenger seat.

As they pulled out of the
garage,
she could tell Anthony was yearning to push the pedal down to the floorboard and speed off, but the insane traffic of New York kept him from doing that.

“This car is
amazing
,” Aisha said, and her boss smiled.

“Thanks,” he said. “I love taking it
upstate;
it’s a
nice
car
to actually drive
. This city
is not built
for driving, but I hate cabs.”

“How long have you lived here?” Aisha asked. She craned her neck and looked at the skyscrapers as they drove slowly by them, as she always did. She still couldn’t get over some of the buildings in New York. How massively tall they were, and how packed into a small area they all seemed.

They stopped at a red light, the massive engine of the expensive car purring like a jungle cat. Mr. Conner looked over to Aisha, and she noticed his eyes dipped, following the long line of her crossed legs, down to her knee and then back to her dark thigh, where they disappeared under her skirt.

“All my life,” Anthony answered finally. “Born and raised.”

“Wow. I still can’t get used to this place.”

“It’s nuts, and it’s a crazy way to grow up. My dad wanted something for us, for his family, so he and my mother and my older brother moved here just before I was born. He never made it, always worked a couple of jobs, just managed to get by, but there’s something about living here, right here in the city, and it inspired me.”

“I didn’t know you had a brother,” Aisha said.

“He moved away as soon as he could. He didn’t take to the city like I did. I don’t see him much.”

“I’m sorry.”

The light turned
green,
and the car pulled forward, and Aisha’s boss shrugged. “It is what it is.”

Aisha laughed. “My grandmother used to say that. I thought it sounded good. When I was in
highschool
I wrecked my mom’s car. He was yelling at me, and I said it is what it is. He didn’t find it funny, or profound.”

Anthony Conner laughed. “Do you have any siblings?”

“Three. Well, three
half-siblings
. That’s typical, right? My mom had me first, and then two with her second husband. The third is only six, and she doesn’t know who the dad is exactly. She had just gotten divorced again.”

“What do you mean that’s typical? Mr. Connor asked as they pulled into a small parking lot, next to a very expensive Italian restaurant that had a name Aisha didn’t quite know how to pronounce.

“Black girl with a bunch of
half-siblings
,” Aisha said, wondering if Anthony was that sheltered, or trying to spare her feelings. She wasn’t ashamed of where she came from, but she was proud of herself
from
getting away from that sort of life.

Anthony parked and looked to his assistant. “Who cares about that shit, right?”

Aisha smiled and nodded, and her boss reached over and put his hand on her leg. It seemed friendly, just a little touch between a man trying to make sure a woman knew he didn’t care about things like that, but his hand wasn’t on her knee, it was closer to her thigh, his pinkie finger touching the hem of her short skirt. The touch was like electricity, sending a shock of pleasure through Aisha’s body. His hand was strong and warm, and she found herself wishing the older man would slide it under her skirt.

But then he took his hand away, and opened his door, and it was time for lunch.

2

Inside there was a small line of
well-dressed
business men and a few women waiting for a table, but Mr. Conner didn’t have to wait at all. He led her past the line,
right
to a smartly dressed
maitre
d’ who stood next to an oak podium.
He
was a tall man, older than Aisha but younger than her boss. He had slicked back hair and a thin mustache.

“Mr. Conner,” he said with a smile as he motioned them both back towards the dining room with his hands. “Glad to see you.”

“
Thanks,
Tom,” Anthony said, pulling a crisp bill from his pocket and palming it, so after they
were shown
to their table, and when Tom shook his hand, he could discreetly take the tip. It was hard to be sure, but it looked to Aisha like her boss had
handed
the man a hundred dollar bill.

The restaurant was small and dimly lit, with the tables and chairs and other furnishings looking more expensive than anything the young black girl owned. She had worked hard to get where she was, but there, at the table with her boss, she felt out of place. She shoved the thoughts from her
mind,
though
and smiled across the table
to
Anthony.

“I’ve never been here before,” she said. “What’s good?”

“The wine,” Anthony Conner said, and they both laughed.
“Really,
though, you can’t go wrong with anything. Do you like seafood? They have
a great
pasta with shellfish. I always add an order of crab cakes as well.”

Aisha nodded. “I’ll have whatever you recommend,” she said, and her boss nodded and ended up ordering for both of them. Each dish had
a complicated
Italian name, and Aisha found herself wondering if her boss was saving her a bit of embarrassment. Soon after ordering their waitress, who was a thin white blonde girl with a massive chest and an even bigger butt, clad in a crisp white shirt and tight black pants, brought a bottle of wine which Aisha was pretty sure cost more than she made in a month.

“Bring another, will you?” Mr. Connor said with a smile, and the waitress nodded.

“That woman must be a Hell of a client,” Aisha said wryly.

“She’s a Hell of a pain in the ass, I’ll tell you that much,” Anthony said, as he poured two glasses of wine.

Lunch wore on, for an hour, and then another, and Aisha and her boss slowly got drunk. When they left the
restaurant,
there was a cab waiting for them. Anthony had called and asked for one twenty minutes before they had left.

“I’ll come back after work for my
car. Hopefully
I’ll be sober by then.”

Aisha was
drunk
as well, and she felt light headed, and she stumbled a bit as she made her way to the cab, so that her boss had to catch her and steady her.

“I didn’t think you could get drunk at work,” she said after they were both in the backseat.

“Hey, we aren’t at work,” Anthony said, which made Aisha giggle. “And I’m the boss, so what I say goes.”

The cab driver pulled into the busy traffic, and Aisha closed her eyes for a moment, fighting to sober up before they got back to work. When she opened her soft brown eyes, she was surprised to see her boss was looking at her.

“What?” she asked.

“You have beautiful eyes,” he said, and Aisha felt warmth flood her cheeks.

“Thank you,” she said. “You’re drunk.”

“You’re beautiful,” her boss added, and this time, she didn’t say anything.
Instead,
she leaned towards the man and kissed him. She pressed her full, pouty lips to his, and their lips
parted,
and their tongues danced together. He tasted of the wine, and the mint he had after. She pulled away.

“I’m sorry. I’m drunk,” she said, and once again, they both laughed.

When Aisha and her boss returned to the office, they both managed to get through the long walk to the back of the floor, where her desk
was,
and his office
sat
, the door closed, without stumbling or looking drunk. People watched them pass of course, but they were trying to find any sign of sexual dalliances, not the fact that they had polished off two bottles of wine. But despite the kiss, there was no sign of romance. No clothes on
backward
, no lipstick marks on his
collar
and Aisha’s
co-workers
were disappointed, and went about their jobs.

An hour after returning, the phone
on
Aisha’s desk beeped, indicating a call from Mr. Conner. She lifted the receiver to her ear.

“Yes sir?” she asked.

“Can you work late tonight?” he asked.

“Sure,” she said.

“Good, come in here.”

Aisha stood and went into her boss’ office. He sat behind his desk, rubbing his temples with the pads of his fingers. “Wine at lunch was a bad idea.”

“What’s going on?”

“Tommy Wilson just got arrested for drunk driving,” Mr. Conner said. Tommy Wilson was a football running back, one of Anthony Conner’s more famous, and infamous clients. He was also a lot of trouble.

“Alright, let’s spin,” Aisha said, nodding. Mr. Conner smiled to her, and they got to work. It was a long day, trying to track Wilson down first, and then speaking with him on the phone, and then emailing his lawyer. A statement had to
be drafted
, and then Mr. Conner sent it to ESPN, and the NFL Network, and other appropriate outlets. The long day slowly turned into a long night.

Finally, with an empty and dark office space beyond Mr. Conner’s door, and a black sky that was starless due to the light pollution from New York City, Aisha’s boss let her off the hook.

“
Go get
some sleep,” he said. Come in an hour late tomorrow.”

Aisha looked
at
the handsome man. “What about you?” she asked.

“I’ll be
fine
,” he said, waving her off. “I’m going to wrap a few things up.”

Aisha was sitting at his desk, but across from Anthony. They had been like that for hours. Now she stood, and something was taking a hold of her. The day had turned out to be stressful, but she was working so closely with the man who was considered one of the best, at exactly what she yearned to do, and it had injected her with
adrenalin
. The work was writing, and talking, and sending emails, but somehow it had been exciting. And Anthony Conner had known Aisha was up for it. He told her to do something, and she did it. He didn’t check up on
her;
he trusted her.

Her attraction for the
man,
and admiration for
him
had grown in the hours since she had sat across from him and gotten to work.
Now
she stood and moved around the desk. She sat there, perching her round ass on the edge of his desk, crossing one dark skinned leg over the other. He looked
at
her
legs
. “I’m not drunk now,” she said, looking
at
him. He glanced up at her.

Aisha didn’t know why she was doing it, but she knew she wasn’t going to stop herself. He might stop
her;
he might know it wasn’t appropriate, but she almost always got what she wanted, especially when it came to men. Anthony Conner didn’t disappoint.

He reached up, placed his hands on her legs, her thighs, and he stood. She uncrossed her legs, spread them, and he stepped over and forward, positioning himself in between them.

“Miss Davis,” Anthony said, using her last name.
“You’re being
rather forward.”

Aisha grinned. “I just told you I wasn’t drunk. You came up here.”

“I did.”

“For what?”

“To kiss you.”

“Is that a good idea?” Aisha asked. Her boss grinned.

“Let’s find out,” he said, and then he leaned
forward,
and they kissed. It was long, sensual.
Finally,
he pulled away, and they both opened their eyes.

“It’s a good idea,” Aisha said, and then they were kissing again.

His hands went down to her legs once more, strong fingers on her thighs, his hands riding up, taking her skirt up with them. He leaned forward, and she slipped her arms around him, her hands on the back of his expensive shirt. Their kissing was hot and
heavy
, their tongues exploring each other’s mouth. Anthony moved his hands up from her legs, pushing up and over her hips, and then along her ribcage on either side.

Soon his hands were
at
her breasts, where he groped her from outside of her shirt. Her nipples were hard, pushing against the material of her bra, and suddenly she could think of nothing other than him touching her there, so she slid her
own
hands between their bodies and began unbuttoning her shirt.

Mr. Conner wasn’t a patient
man,
however. He pushed her hands away and then ripped her shirt open, sending two buttons flying off to clatter against the wall behind the desk before falling to the floor. Aisha sucked in a lungful of air, shocked by the man's actions. Of course, buying new clothing was nothing for him, but she was just out of college, and while Anthony Conner paid well, he didn’t pay that well. She thought for a moment about it, wondering if it was his way of dominating her. If he knew that ruining a shirt like that meant something to her,
meant
a little extra money where she didn’t have much extra. But then his hands were
at
her breasts again, feeling her through the bra, and her mind could go nowhere else but that office, and his body.

His lips tore from hers, and then planted themselves on her jawline before moving down, trailing tiny kisses and nips down her neck, and then across her collarbone. Strong fingers hooked into the cups of her bra and pulled them down, freeing her heaving tits with her brown areolas, hard and eager for his mouth. He didn’t disappoint, taking each nipple into his mouth in turn, and sucking on them softly. He nipped with his teeth, and Aisha moaned aloud.

She reached down with one hand and gripped her boss’ hard cock through his pants. He throbbed in her fist, and she teased him a bit, gripping and sliding her hand along his member, but making no effort to free it from his pants. She should have known that he wouldn’t wait for her, being a take charge kind of guy. He stepped back and undid his fly, letting his pants fall to his ankles. His cock was big and thick, and a small drop of precum shone in the light of his office on the end of his dick.

“Suck it,” he said to her, gripping himself at the base of his cock. She opened her mouth to argue, but he was reaching forward, gripping her short and straight black hair behind her head, forcing her forward off of the edge of the desk. Then she was going to her knees, half on her
own
power, and
half
because he was directing her, and she found herself just inches from his penis, and she saw how it twitched and throbbed, waiting for her, and she decided Mr. Conner wasn’t a man you wanted to keep waiting.

Aisha opened her lips and took Anthony’s dick into her mouth. There was no teasing, no sensual swirls of the tip of her tongue on the tip of his cock, she just parted her
lips,
and he thrust forward, burying his cock in her mouth until his swollen head hit the back of her throat.

“Fuck,” Anthony said, tilting his head back. His hand remained at the back of her head, gripping her hair, and his hips stayed in motion, pulling
back,
so his cock almost slipped out of her mouth, and then pushing back in.

Aisha had sucked cock before, had always
been told
how well she did it, but the men she had been with had always seemed content to let her do the heavy lifting so to speak. They would lay back, hands behind their head, and she would bob on their dick, sucking and licking, until they shot their hot, sticky loads down her throat. Her boss was not like that. He was actively fucking her, using her mouth like other men used her pussy, and she found she was enjoying it immensely. He choked her, gagged her with his massive member, and tears formed
at
her eyes, but she wouldn’t tell him to stop, she didn’t want to let him down. He was using her, but that was alright, she knew she would use him in that office when she got the chance.

Her pussy was wet, soaking her panties, and as her boss rocked back and forth, his swollen cock sliding in and out of her mouth, she reached down between her legs and
slid
the crotch of her panties to the side, so she could slide two fingers into herself.

She was nearing orgasm when her boss pulled his erect dick
fully
from her mouth and let go of her hair.