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SAM

I was in a piss poor mood all morning.

Come to think of it, my anger started to surface sometime last night. Right about the time the woman with the body of the devil and face of an angel, told me she would rather be out with some asshole who took her to a funeral for a date, than have me pick her up.

If I didn't have an early meeting again this morning, I would've gotten on that train and told her exactly who I was.

Staring at the image of her luscious tits on my phone again, I realized exactly who I was…pretty much a stalker lately.

And that pissed me off even more.

Screw her and her date!

"Jessica!"

I pressed the intercom and waited for my secretary to respond.

Nothing.

"Jessica!"

The second time, I roared so loud, the intercom wasn't necessary. The whole fucking office had to have heard me.

Still nothing.

Throwing a file on my desk, I stomped out to find my secretary.

A redhead was sitting at her desk.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I'm Lianne. Your secretary for the last two days." She furrowed her brow as if I should know what the hell she was talking about.

"What happened to Jessica?"

"I don't know, Mr. Evans. Would you like me to find out?"

"No. I'd like you to get me some lunch. Turkey on lightly toasted whole wheat with one slice of Alpine Lace Swiss. Not two. One. Coffee. Black."

"Okay."

"The receptionist at the front desk controls petty cash. Talk to her."

She smiled at me but didn't budge.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Go!"

"Oh. You wanted me to go now?"

I can't believe it. I shook my head from side to side, grumbled and headed back into my office.

It was early afternoon when my phone vibrated and flashed a new picture of Mercedes' legs.

She has never initiated our texts before.

Fuck me!

This woman was going to be the death of me. I needed to get her to agree to see me.

Sam: Show me more.

Mercedes: That's all you're getting.

Sam: You're such a tease. Open them for me.

Mercedes: No way.

Sam: Suddenly you have morals?

Mercedes: I have my limits, and showing you between my legs is definitely a hard limit.

Sam: And there is definitely no limit as to how HARD that would make me. In fact, just imagining it, is giving me a hard on right now.

Mercedes: Perv. Aren't you at work?

Sam: You know I'm at work. Why did you text me your legs then? You trying to rile me up?

Mercedes: It doesn't take much, does it?

Sam: You won't show me your snatch. At least let me hear your voice.

Mercedes: You've already heard my voice before.

Sam: Yeah, but you were being belligerent. I want to hear how you sound when you're wet and horny.

Mercedes: And how do you know I'm wet and horny?

Sam: I can just sense it.

Mercedes: Really…

Sam: Yes, really...

My phone started to vibrate.

'Mercedes.'

I smiled.

My voice was intentionally low and seductive when I answered.

"Hello, baby."

"Don't baby me," she said.

Just the sound of her voice made my body buzz with excitement.

And suddenly, my voice sounded strained.

"I want to see you. I need to know what you look like," I told her.

'God, what I really need, is to touch you.'

"I don't think that's a good idea," she replied.

"Why not?"

"I don't think we're right for each other. I'm not your type."

Raising my brow, I asked,

"And what exactly is my type?"

"I don't know…a snobby, rich bitch? Someone who compliments a stuck-up suit such as yourself."

A deep laughter rolled through me.

"A stuck-up suit, huh?"

"Yes. You're pompous, and you think you can walk all over people."

"Well, there's only one person I want to be all over right now, Mercedes. All. Over. You."

"How did you get to be such a prick anyway?"

"Why is anyone the way they are? We're not born that way. It's learned."

"So, being a jerk is an art you've mastered?"

"I'm a jerk because…" I hesitated. "Because I don't want to deal with the bullshit that inevitably comes when I let my guard down."

"What happened to make you want to put your guard up?"

"What's with the deep questions, Mercedes? I don't open up to women I haven't fucked."

"If I let you screw me, you'll tell me all your secrets?"

My dick twitched just thinking about being with her.

"I'll tell you whatever the fuck you want to hear, if sex with you is on the table right now."

"Exactly! My point exactly!" she exclaimed.

Even though we were arguing slightly, I could sense the humor in her tone. I somehow knew she was smiling along with me and enjoying our little exchange.

Clearing my throat, I said,

"Alright…let's turn the tables on you. How did you become such a snarky little pistol?"

"I've always been this way."

I chuckled to myself. Somehow, I believed that.

She seemed to be naturally spunky...not putting on a show. This is who she really was.

"What do you for a living anyway, Mercedes?"

"What do you think I do?"

"That's a loaded question." I scratched my chin and put my legs up on my desk. "Based on the little I know about you…an amazing set of tits and legs…and the most magnificent ass ever...I'd say, maybe you're a go-go dancer in some dark, smoky club."

"Well, you got the dark and smoky part right. My office is dreary, and my boss likes to sneak butts."

"It better not be your butt he's sneaking."

'Jesus! Pipe down before she thinks you're a jealous lunatic.'

"He...is a she…and they're cigarette butts she sneaks behind closed doors in her office. I work for an advice column. It's a lame job, but it pays the bills."

"I actually think that sounds very intriguing. What column is it?"

"I'm not sure I should tell you. You might try to stalk me at work."

"Wouldn't that be ironic? Are you not remembering how I was first introduced to you?"

"It's Ask Sue."

"I feel like I know that name."

"She's been around for years."

'That's right. Mom used to read it.'

"My mother used to read that column. What do you do there?"

"I weed through and answer some of the submissions that come in through the website. And I assist Sue."

I laughed.

"So, you give advice to people?"

"What's so hard to believe about that?"

"I need some advice."

"Okay…"

"How do I get you to agree to see me?"

"Trust me. Sometimes, it's better to keep things a mystery. I don't think anything good can come of us getting together."

"Why is that?"

"You'd just be using me for sex."

I had to ponder whether she was right. The sexual attraction between us was off the charts.

But deep down, I knew this connection with her was far deeper than that.

I just couldn't figure out where it was coming from or what it meant.

But Mercedes had lit some kind of fire in me that I couldn't extinguish.

And getting her naked beneath me was definitely a goal. But somehow, it wasn't just that.

I'm not even sure I know what it is...

I needed to figure it out.

"Not to be a dick, but I can get some anytime I want...from almost anyone. That's not what this is about."

"Then, what is it?" she asked.

"I don't exactly know," I said, truthfully. "But I want to find out."

She was silent for a few seconds then seemed to withdraw.

"I think I should go."

"Is it something I said?"

"I just need to go."

"Alright then. When will we talk again?"

"I don't know."

Then, she just hung up.

Mercedes Jones fucking hung up on me!

Suddenly, an urge to chase her down overtook me.

'Calm your dick, Evans.'

My stomach growled, making me realize that the incompetent Lianne never returned with my sandwich and coffee.

Approaching the front desk, I asked,

"Where the hell is my secretary? She was supposed to be back with my lunch."

"I'm afraid, she notified the agency that she's not coming back," the receptionist said.

Fucking great!

My head ached from caffeine withdrawal.

I returned to my office and grabbed my jacket before heading out to the deli down the street.

Opening my laptop at the table, a brilliant idea came to me.

I looked up Ask Sue's website and decided to submit a question in the hopes that it would reach Mercedes.

I began to type.

Dear Sue,

There's this woman I can't seem to get out of my mind. She's texted me pictures of her tits, legs, and ass, but won't let me see her in person. The only reason I can think of is that she's really ugly and afraid to show me her face. How can I get her to agree to see me and to understand that not all men are as shallow as she seems to think? –Stuck-Up Suit, Manhattan

Laughing to myself, I closed the laptop and finished my Pastrami on Rye. This woman was even making me eat like shit.

I made a few business calls and checked in on Meme at the nursing home before opening my laptop once again.

When I did, a response from Ask Sue was sitting in my inbox.

Dear Stuck-Up Suit,

It's quite possible you are drawing the wrong conclusion. There is no evidence to suggest that this woman is ugly. Perhaps, she is just not that into you. You may also want to look in the mirror and consider the fact that an ugly personality is a far greater deterrent than an ugly face ever could be.

Bending my head back in laughter, I marveled at this woman's wit. That mouth on her…I couldn't wait to fuck it.

Aside from the fact that she was funny, honest, beautiful, sexy, and unlike anyone I'd ever been with, there was a part of her that seemed vulnerable and guarded.

I wanted to know more about why she was so afraid of me.

This kind of curiosity was not characteristic of me at all.

And while that was unsettling, my need to get to know her superseded everything else.

Sitting across from Mercedes on the train without blatantly ogling her was truly an art form.

Much like a ventriloquist who operates a dummy without moving his lips, I had to somehow stare at her without her knowing.

This particular morning, it was really a challenge to keep it subtle, not only because she looked so goddamn hot, but because she wasn't alone.

A heavily tattooed man who looked way more her type than me, was sitting next to her.

They were talking and laughing, and I wanted to basically snap his pencil neck.

My blood really started pumping when he leaned over and kissed her. I couldn't tell if it was on her face or her lips because I was only able to sneak glances.

He then got up and exited the train, leaving her behind.

The jealousy within me that had previously been lingering under the surface had now become blinding.

In fact, it was so blinding, I wasn't even thinking when I suddenly typed out a text.

Sam: Who the fuck is he?

She seemed to freeze before slowly looking over at me. Her pretty brown complexion suddenly turned ashen, as she met my gaze instantaneously.

She knew it was me!

Had she always known we took the same train?

I thought about it some more. Had to be...hence, finding my phone.

Without blinking, her eyes landed straight on mine and held my gaze, as if she knew exactly who she was looking at.

She'd been pretending not to know who I was all this time.

But she must've looked up my picture online.

I couldn't figure out how else she knew it was me, but that really didn't matter anymore. All that mattered, was that I was now face to face with the woman who had infiltrated my mind, body, and soul, from the moment she opened her big mouth on that intercom.

My stop was next, but I wasn't going to get off. Well, truthfully, I was getting off on something else...this highly tensed staring contest.

It dawned on me that she was also absorbing the fact that I, too, knew her identity.

She suddenly got up. Her stop must've been coming up next.

And I followed suit, walking over to the exit and standing right behind her.

She was staring at my reflection in the glass of the doors. My mouth curved into a smug smile.

I was like a Cheshire cat who'd finally caught his little mouse. Though a hint of amusement shone through her expression.

When the doors opened, I followed her out, walking quietly by her side. We were both moving very slowly, unsure of where to go or what to do.

When the rush of people seemed to all disappear up the escalator to the second level, we were nearly alone on the subway platform.

I suddenly gripped her waist, forcing her to stop, turn around and look at me.

Her chest was heaving, and I could feel her body trembling.

My own heart was racing.

But just to know that I was having that kind of effect on her was surprising. And arousing.

So fucking arousing.

The smell of her powdery skin was practically making me high. That, in combination with the warmth of her body so close to mine, had given me a raging hard on.

I was like a teenager about to cream my pants...but in a three-thousand-dollar suit.

When I slowly moved into her, she walked backwards, right into a large, concrete pillar.

Excellent!

I didn't wait. I backed her up against it and wrapped my hands around her cheeks, planting my lips over her mouth.

And just like that, she opened for me as my eager tongue went in search of hers.

All life around me disappeared.

The sound of surrender she made into my mouth egged me on to kiss her deeper.

Her warm, ample tits felt like an electric blanket on my chest. And the cold metal of her tongue ring against the heat of my own tongue, sent what felt like spasms through me.

If we weren't in public, I couldn't imagine being able to stop at just kissing her. Because right now, I wanted nothing more than to take her on this platform.

She pushed me off of her and cleared her throat.

"How did you know it was me?" she asked.

I caressed her bottom lip with my thumb.

"I'm not answering that until you tell me who that guy was that was kissing you."

"That wasn't a kiss. It was a peck on the cheek. It was my friend, Noah. He met me for an early breakfast this morning."

"Friend, huh?"

"He's very married. His wife is also a good friend."

"So, there's nothing going on there?"

"No, but if there were, I wouldn't owe you an explanation." She wiped her mouth, which was likely still sore from my attack. "So, tell me how you knew it was me."

"The feather on your foot, genius...the picture of your legs. I used that tattoo to identify you. I've been watching you for days. And you were apparently doing the same to me."

She didn't deny that she knew who I was the entire time.

I moved my mouth closer to hers.

"Did you like what you saw? Is that why you kept texting me? When I first realized it was you, I couldn't believe how fucking beautiful you were."

"So, all that talk about you thinking I might've been ugly was..."

"A crock of shit. I'm so unbelievably attracted to you, Mercedes. And your body right now is telling me you feel the same way about me."

"It doesn't matter what my body is saying...or how good-looking you are. You're a dangerous human being," she said.

"You have no idea how dangerous I am when I want something. I will stop at nothing to get it. And there's nothing more that I want right now than you. But if you can honestly tell me that you have no interest in me, I will walk away, and you'll never hear from me again. But...if the fact that you're shaking in your boots right now is any indication, you're feeling exactly what I am."

"I don't want to feel this way about a guy like you."

Hearing her say that was a real buzz kill.

What the fuck kind of a human being did she take me for?

I might've treated people like crap from time to time, but I wasn't a goddamn criminal for Christ's sake.

"Let me tell you something, Mercedes. I may not be the nicest guy on the planet or even the best fit for you. In fact, I know I'm not. But you can't deny what's going on between us. There's only one end to this."

"And what's that?"

"Me buried deep inside of you."

"That can't happen."

"Every damn night I dream about that fucking tongue ring swirling around my dick. You're all I can think about. In fact, you were all I could think about before I even saw your gorgeous face. But after that happened, I was a goner." I caressed her cheek again. "Just spend time with me."

"If I told you I don't want to sleep with you, would you still want to see me?"

Closing my eyes briefly, I opened them and said,

"I would respect that."

"I've been hurt too many times in my life. I've vowed not to give myself to anyone that way again unless I was sure of their intentions. So, if you want to be with me, then there's no sex. You want to talk to me? Fine. You want to get to know me? Fine. But it stops there. Is that what you really want?"

"I want it all, but I'll take what I can get…for now."

"So, when is this gonna happen?"

"Tonight. I'll pick you up, and I'll take you on a real date that doesn't involve someone's decomposing body in the next room."

"You're such a romantic."

"I'll go along with the no-sex thing, but mark my words, baby. When the time comes, I'm not gonna be the one begging for it."

For the rest of the day, the prospect of seeing Mercedes later consumed me.

To pass the excruciating wait, I decided to write to Ask Sue.

Dear Sue:

I'm seeing a woman later who has made it clear that she doesn't want to have sex with me. The thing is, she doesn't know what she's going to be missing. I'm thinking there must be something I could do to change her mind? –Stuck-Up Suit, Manhattan

About an hour later, a response showed up in my inbox.

Dear Stuck-Up Suit:

I get the sense that perhaps you just assume that all women should want to open their legs to you. I am guessing there is a reason that this woman feels that having sex with you would be detrimental to her well-being. Maybe try getting to know her for a while, give her a reason to trust you. Prove that you are invested. In the meantime, YOU should invest in a nice cold shower. Sounds like you're going to need it.

Stay safe!