Thank you for your continued interest and support. I do not own Glee or the characters, neither do I own Stuck-Up Suit.
SAM
Something changed after Mercedes' visit to the ladies' room last night.
Before that, she was being her usual sarcastic self...charming the pants off a sixty-year-old pharmaceutical researcher, by being nothing other than who she is.
After that restroom visit, though, she was quiet and withdrawn, so much so, that when we arrived back at her apartment, she didn't invite me in.
And her kiss was missing the usual fire that burned between us.
Afraid to push, I waited to see what would happen the next day.
To my great surprise...nothing happened.
Now here I was, sitting in my office on Saturday afternoon staring at a pile of prospectuses.
My concentration has gone to shit since that woman stormed into my life.
I picked up my phone, then tossed it back on my desk. And by three o'clock, I had repeated the motion twenty fucking times.
Eventually, I grumbled to myself what a pussy I was and thumbed off a quick text.
Sam: We survived the two events. Do we still have a deal?
I stared at the damn phone until the dots started to jump around.
My anxiety level grew as they started, then stopped, then started again.
No thought was necessary to text back that our deal of exclusivity was sealed. So, what are you thinking, Mercedes Jones?
Mercedes: Are you sure that's what you want?
There was no stopping as I texted my response.
Sam: It's what I've wanted since day one. These little tests were your idea.
Mercedes: I'm nervous.
I hit call, rather than play a game of guess what you're really thinking texting. She picked up on the first ring.
"What did she say to you?" I asked.
"Adrienne?"
"Who else?"
"I told you already."
"Tell me again. I'm missing something."
"I don't remember her exact words."
"Tell me what you remember."
"Well. She basically stalked me while I peed. Then told me she was doing a service to womankind by warning me about you."
"Go on."
"There wasn't much else. She said I wasn't worth her time and that I would figure it out on my own eventually. Then she told me to ask you why you were set on destroying her best friend's husband's company."
"I have already told you about Callum and Jennifer. He's a competitor."
She was quiet for a minute.
"I googled you and Callum this morning."
Blowing out a deep breath, I leaned back into my chair.
"And…" I started, leaving the sentence hanging.
"There was a bunch of articles about how you are trying to do a hostile takeover of his company."
"That's right."
"The articles all said you were overpaying market value by almost double. I don't know much about business, but why would you do that? Is it to destroy a man because you still had feelings for the woman he stole from you? The woman whose name was tattooed on your body?"
"That's what this is about?"
"I'm nervous, Sam. And scared. I feel like you could swallow me whole."
"I've been trying to."
"Yes, that, too. But you know what I mean."
"You're afraid I'm going to hurt you?"
She sighed.
"Yes."
I exhaled audibly.
"Callum's company owns a twenty-three percent stake in Ashbrook Industries. Last year, I purchased twenty-eight percent in Ashbrook under a straw corporation to which I'm the sole shareholder. If I acquire his company, it comes with his shares in Ashbrook. That would give me fifty-one percent ownership and controlling interest. That interest is worth more than double Callum's company alone. I'm after Ashbrook, Mercedes. Not Callum. The analysts assume it's because of a grudge since he was my former employee."
"So you aren't still in love with Jennifer?"
"No. And if you're concerned, you could've come to me, Mercedes."
"I'm sorry. I guess I'm just totally freaked out by what's happening between us."
"As am I. But you know what I realized?"
"What's that?"
"Freaked out or not, whatever it is that's going on, it's going to happen. Neither one of us has the ability to stop it. So why don't you get your sweet ass down here to my office and tell me you're sorry for jumping to conclusions, in person."
"Is that code for hop up on your desk, and we play boss secretary?"
I groaned.
"Get your ass down here, Mercedes!"
She chuckled.
I'm glad my constant suffering could, at least, be of amusement to her.
"No can do, Evans."
"Stop screwing with me, Mercedes."
"I'm not. I actually can't come there. I'm not home."
"Where are you?"
"Helping Quinn at a trade show. We're a few hours upstate."
I muttered something inarticulate under my breath.
"When will you be back?"
"In the morning. The show doesn't end until after dark, and Quinn is dangerous enough driving in the light. Plus, she'll pierce a hundred walk-ins today at the show, and be cross-eyed by the time it's over. So we're going to crash at the hotel across the street from the show."
"What will you be doing all day?"
"Assisting. I swab the area before she pierces and hold hands with the chickens."
I wasn't sure I wanted to know the answer, but I asked anyway.
"What will you be swabbing?"
"The usual. Ears, noses, belly buttons, tongues, nipples, a penis or two."
"Come again?"
"It's clinical."
"Yes, that makes me feel better about you swabbing a man's dick. I'm sure Quinn has her M.D."
"Relax, Sam. It's no big deal."
"Yes. You're right."
"I am?"
"Sure." I partially covered the phone and yelled to my secretary, who wasn't in today. "Lana? Can you come in here a minute?"
"Lana? Is that your new secretary?"
"Yes. I'm going to wash her tits."
At that, Mercedes chuckled.
The woman damn laughed at me.
Again.
"What's so funny?"
"I've seen firsthand the way you treat secretaries. So I'm pretty sure she wouldn't let you wash her feet, much less her tits."
Sadly, she was probably right.
"When will I see you?" she asked.
"Tomorrow night."
"Okay."
"I'll pick you up at six."
"Works for me. I have to go now. A big tatted guy just walked into Quinn's booth. They are the ones who usually need hand holding the most."
"Wonderful! Now I'll be picturing you swabbing some muscle head's dick while he ogles your massive rack and gets hard."
"You have a pretty vivid imagination."
"I do. Tomorrow, Mercedes."
"Later, Suit."
A few minutes after we hung up, my phone buzzed with a text from her.
Mercedes: Yes, we have a deal.
I needed to get my mind off that shit with Adrienne, and show Mercedes that there was nothing to be scared about when it came to me.
Unable to concentrate on anything but seeing her tonight, I left the office early...which seemed to be the norm lately.
If I didn't own the company, I would have totally fired my ass.
Back at my condo, I got to work chopping vegetables for the pasta primavera I was planning to make.
I wasn't a gourmet cook by any means, but I could make a damn good al dente pasta.
I had texted Mercedes earlier to let her know there was a change of plans, which was...I was cooking dinner for us at my place.
It felt like the right change of pace after the gala fiasco. I needed to let her into my space and show her more of my casual side.
I'd just turned on the television that was built into the wall of my kitchen, selecting a show from the DVR list when the phone rang.
Mercedes was calling.
I grabbed a towel to wipe my hands before answering it.
"Hey, gorgeous."
"Hi…" She paused. "What is that music in the background?"
"The television."
Shit!
Frantically trying to lower the volume, I soon realized that the volume control wasn't working. My coolness factor was about to plummet.
"Was that the opening sequence to General Hospital?" she asked.
"No," I lied.
"Yes, it was."
Fuck! Caught in the act.
I laughed guiltily.
"Ok, it was. You got me."
"You watch soap operas?"
"Only this one."
"And here I was, thinking we didn't have anything in common…"
I cleared my throat and surrendered to the embarrassment.
"You watch it, too?"
"Actually, I used to…not as much anymore."
"Hmm...I never really got into it until my mother became sick when I was in high school. She was obsessed with GH. So when she became bed-ridden, I'd curl up next to her at three in the afternoon and keep her company while it was on. I ended up getting into some of the storylines and kept watching it after she passed. It reminds me of her."
Mercedes went quiet then said,
"Sam…that is…wow…I…that is really precious."
Feeling suddenly emotional, I quickly changed the subject.
"To what do I owe this phone call?"
"I wanted to know if I could bring anything."
"Nothing but your beautiful ass, baby."
"Seriously. I want to bring something."
"I have it covered."
"Okay. Wine then."
Stubborn girl.
"My driver will pick you up in an hour."
"Alright."
I paused for a moment then whispered her name, "Mercedes…"
"Yeah?"
"I can't fucking wait to see you."
So immersed in setting up our table, I'd forgotten to let the doorman know to just send Mercedes straight upstairs.
But when he rang to notify me of my visitor, I decided to mess with her a bit.
"Please put Miss Jones on the phone," I told him.
She came on the line.
"Yes?"
Instantly, my dick twitched at the sound of her voice. She wasn't even in front of me, but just knowing she was downstairs was making me hard.
"How can I help you, Miss?"
She giggled.
"Is this General Hospital?"
Little wiseass.
"If you'll play a naughty nurse, it can be. Give him back the phone and get your ass up here."
When the doorman returned to the line, I instructed him to show her to the elevators.
Mercedes' knock was rhythmic and loud, and Shepp immediately started barking.
I spoke to my dog as I walked to the door.
"Yeah. Yeah. Just wait till you see her."
My heart started to pump faster the minute I opened it and caught sight of how breathtakingly beautiful she looked.
Her hair was down but had a wild and wavy windblown look to it. And of course, the ends were still green.
She wore a matching emerald-colored blouse that was sleeveless, but covered her entire neckline. And there was a bow tied up at the top.
The sleek black pants she wore, looked as if they'd been painted on her legs. Legs I wanted to run my hand all over and feel wrapped around my hips...
Overall, it was a teasingly conservative ensemble compared to her usual attire.
And her normally painted lips were bare as if she knew I'd be eating them whole later.
Fighting hard to restrain myself from mauling her, I begrudgingly placed my hands at my side.
I vowed not to touch or kiss her yet, fearing that I wouldn't be able to stop. So, I was going to hold back as long as I could.
This night was about showing her she could trust me. And pouncing on her right out of the gate would nullify that.
"Come in."
I took in a long whiff of her floral scent as she entered the room.
The dog immediately started to jump all over her.
"Get off her, Shepp!"
Looking amused, she handed me the bottle of wine she was carrying, bent down and lifted him up.
Right away he started licking all over her face.
Damn, I wanted in on that.
Taking the dog from her, I cracked,
"And you thought it would be me you'd need to pry off of you."
"You're being very good, Mr. Evans."
"I'm trying," I said sincerely.
"I noticed. It looks good on you." She pointed at my face. "You're not embarrassed, are you?"
"No."
"Because your ears are turning red!"
Fuck!
"I think it's sweet, Sam. And I think you're especially sweet with me."
"I don't think I've ever been this way before...with anyone. You have a way of turning me into mush, Jones."
"Good." She grinned.
Circling my palms together slowly, I said,
"Since you know about my fixation with General hospital, let's see how good your GH knowledge is."
She flashed the cutest smile again as she accepted my challenge.
"Lay it on me, Evans."
"There's one thing about me...a major identifier...that has a General Hospital connection."
"What do I get if I guess it correctly?"
"A special kiss from me later."
"Oh, yeah? A special one, huh?"
"I'll give you a hint."
"Alright."
"It rhymes with organ."
"O-kay. Evans is your last name...but your middle initials are J. M." Realization seemed to hit her. "That's right! Oh my God. Jason Morgan! That name is from General Hospital!"
"That's right! My full name is Samuel Jason Morgan Evans."
She nodded in understanding.
"Jason Morgan…like the character!"
"My mother thought it was brilliant."
"Your mother sounds like she was very clever."
"She was…clever, funny, bright, full of life…a lot like you, actually."
I walked over to the granite counter and opened the Sauvignon blanc she'd brought. Handing her a crystal glass filled.
I said,
"Can I show you around?"
"I'd like that."
Sipping our wine, we toured the condo. Mercedes particularly loved the electric fireplace in my bedroom.
And I couldn't wait to make love to her right in front of it someday.
We finally circled back around to the living room and stopped in front of the floor-to-ceiling length window overlooking the Manhattan skyline.
She gazed out at the spectacular city lights.
"I always dreamt of having a view like this."
Meanwhile, I was gazing at nothing but her.
"This view is yours. You can come here anytime you want."
"I can come here, huh?"
"I didn't mean it like that."
"Oh, I know. You're uncharacteristically polite and politically correct tonight. What's gotten into you, Samuel Jason Morgan Evans?"
"Do you not like me polite? I'm trying not to fuck anything up tonight. After what happened at the gala..."
"You're fine. You're good just the way you are. I love how honest you always are with me about your thoughts and feelings."
She leaned in and gripped my wool sweater, causing my shaft to swell.
And I felt myself unraveling very quickly as she continued.
"I prefer blunt honesty to anything else, Sam. I always want you to tell me the truth, even if you're afraid it might offend me. I don't think you understand how much I just need the truth."
"I don't think you understand how much I need you." Now that her hands were on me, I was a goner. "And I'll give you anything you need. You want the absolute truth?"
"Yes. Tell me what you want."
"In what way? Out of life? Right now? Be specific."
"What do you really want right now at this very moment, Sam?"
"You won't fault me for my answer?"
"As long as it's truly what you're thinking...no."
My voice was thick.
"I want your tongue on my dick."
Yup. I'd lost it.
I think...
Her eyelashes flickered seductively.
"What else?"
"After you take me into your mouth, I want to strip you naked and eat you out, right before I take you from behind with your hands plastered against this window."
"Then what?"
"I want to come inside of you."
"Then?"
"Then…we eat pasta in bed naked."
We both let out slight laughs before the tone turned serious again.
She looked around my living room.
"When did it get so dark all of a sudden?"
"I don't know. I haven't noticed much else besides you since you walked in that door. That's the truth."
"Thank you for being honest with me, Sam."
It was the last thing Mercedes said before she placed her fingers on the bow at her neckline, slowly untying it.
Well, fuck! This was apparently the reward for my honesty.
She undid the buttons, and her satin blouse fell to the ground. Then she unsnapped her black lace bra from the front and her tits sprung out.
And even though it was dark, the lights of the city let in enough illumination for me to see her nipples pucker from the cold air.
Letting out a shaky breath, I said,
"Let me warm you up."
And with that, I bent down and sucked her breast mercilessly into my mouth.
Mercedes let out a moan the second my lips touched her skin.
And her fingers dug into my sweater, tugging and pulling on it until it came over my head.
Pressing my bare chest into hers, my lips met hers and I took her tongue into my mouth and sucked on it slowly.
My dick, now fully hard, was bursting through my jeans against her stomach. Then, the feel of her little hand sliding over my crotch obliterated the last bit of the control within me.
Wait...I lied.
She suddenly dropped to her knees.
Now, I was done.
My heart seemed to be beating faster than it could handle as she unzipped me and took my cock out.
Then it felt like time stood still as she looked up at me and slid her tongue ring in a slow circle across my crown that was already wet and ready for her mouth.
My head seemed to fall back involuntarily from the sensation that could only be described as absolute bliss.
This...
This was heaven.
When she suddenly lowered her jaw, taking me fully, my balls tightened in a desperate attempt to keep from coming instantly down her beautiful throat.
I realized then, that I was in bigger trouble than I ever imagined, because there was no way I could ever let go of her now that I knew what this felt like.
All I could think about was how I couldn't wait to be inside of her. How I wanted to claim every inch of her.
Every orifice.
I wanted to own her, but the truth was…she already owned me.
I was so fucked.
"Slow down, baby," I managed.
And just as those words left my lips, my cell phone started to ring.
Shit!
There was no way in hell I was answering that.
But when the home phone started ringing immediately after, my stomach dropped because I knew it was my grandmother.
Meme was the only person who had my landline number.
The answering machine picked up.
"Mr. Evans? This is Lucene Walsh, your grandmother's social worker. She had a pretty bad fall today and is at Westchester Hospital. I'm calling to let you know."
The rest of the message sounded muffled and I couldn't make out what was being said.
Mercedes released me from her mouth and jumped back when she had processed the words on the answering machine.
So I ran to the phone and picked it up, but Lucene had already hung up.
Tucking myself back into my pants, I was in a complete fog when I looked back over at Mercedes.
"I need to head to the hospital."
She started frantically putting her clothes back on.
"I'm coming with you."
I practically tripped over Shepp, who was apparently riled up, because he was humping his toy on the ground.
As we headed out the door, I prayed that one of the best nights of my life didn't turn into one of the worst.
I'm still working on the update for Entertainment Purposes Not Only. Remember I said it was a messy story? Well, it takes a lot of editing to make it work. I should have it out before the weekend.
Stay safe!