The usual morning light was blocked by unwelcoming gray clouds. Rain was pouring down and not a ray of brightness entered her apartment building. It was 8 o'clock and she was already working endlessly in her paperwork. She hated it, but there was work to be done. Theresa sighed and yawned sleepily as she sipped her cup of coffee. She sat on the floor beside her bed with papers scattered like toys all about her. The coffee she drank was sitting on the small table next to the bed. She was still dressed in her pajamas and her long brown hair flowed elegantly around her shoulders. It was a bit messy from the nights sleep, but still beautiful at that.
"Theresa! What are you doing?" asked a surprised Clarissa as she walked into Theresa's bedroom.
"Good Morning, Clarissa," said Theresa, once again sipping her hot, but much needed coffee.
"Answer me, Resa. What are you doing?" asked Clarissa once again as she crossed her arms across her chest.
"Can't you see? I'm working on paperwork that desperately needs to get finished," replied Theresa calmly and cooly.
"Theresa...all you do is work, work, work! Don't you ever want to take a day off?"
"I'd like to, but....I just can't," sighed Theresa.
"Today is your day off, chica. The fashion show isn't until tomorrow you know."
"I know. But everything needs to be perfect," responded Theresa.
"Theresa, everything IS perfect. Look at you! You never have any fun anymore. You are always so serious. You haven't had a date or a steady relationship in God knows how long! Girl! Take a break! You need it."
"I wouldn't even know what to do if I actually did take the day off."
"See! That's why you need one. Now. Let's go get some ice cream, shop, see a movie...whatever. But, first, I need you to come into the kitchen with me."
"Why?" asked Theresa.
"Just come, you will see."
"Oookay," replied Theresa, obviously not going to win this little arguement. Clarissa grabbed Theresa's hand in hers as she led her into the kitchen. Clarissa practically drug Theresa there are she struggled to keep up.
"I don't even know why I'm letting you do this to me Clarissa because really..." Theresa's voice trailed away as her eyes glanced over the person who occupied her kitchen.
"Fox! Uuh, Mr. Crane....What-what are you doing here?" asked Theresa as she glanced at Clarissa as if expecting an explanation from her as well.
Fox stood in Theresa's kitchen in his fancy suit and tie. He had just returned from a meeting and had just been given strict instructions to talk to Miss Lopez-Fitzgerald about the fashion show tomorrow. However, he already knew that this would be a problem. Especially when noticing that she was still dressed in her pajamas and she was wearing fuzzy slippers. He chuckled to himself as a smile escaped him.
"Good morning, Theresa," smiled Fox once more.
"Good morning," said Theresa in response with a small smile forming on her lips.
"I came over to give you this," continued Fox, handing her a letter. As he passed the white envelope over to her, their fingers touched. When this happened, he wanted nothing more but to slide his hand over hers and lace his fingers through. Her hands were small and delicate, he noticed.
Clarissa snatched the letter from Theresa just before she opened it.
"Ah, ah ah! No business today, Theresa, remember?"
"Clarissa..." Theresa sighed.
"I will take care of it. You see, Mr. Crane, Theresa and I are taking the day off. She is too wrapped up in her work and she is so stressful as of late. You should just see her room!"
"Is that so? You better take a break before that little head of yours busts," said Fox, looking into Theresa's beautiful brown eyes. "I believe I will take you up on that offer, Clarissa, and check out her room," chuckled Fox.
Theresa's glance looked toward Clarissa. Theresa's eyes were sleepy, but serious. She didn't want Fox checking out her bedroom, much less her house.
"Clarissa.."
"Calm down, Miss. Everything's gonna be alright," inturrupted Clarissa.
Theresa followed Fox shortly behind as he walked his way into Theresa's bedroom. As he stepped inside, he nearly laughed out loud at all the papers scattered all about, but he kept his composure. His thoughts floated to what she would look like in her cute pajamas working endlessly into the morning.
"Wow, looks like Miss Fashion Designer has herself a messy room," said Fox, playfully. Theresa didn't have a chance to respond as she giggled lightly to herself.
"Clarissa is right. You do need a break. As a matter of fact, I've been wanting to see that new movie..what is it? Something about some King or other. Julie is tied up at work, so would you and Clarissa like to accompany me?"
Theresa laughed carelessly as she put it into thought. It didn't take long for her to decide. "Oookay. Sounds like fun. Are you coming, Clarissa?"
"Sure! But I need to finish up some things before I head on down there. You two go on ahead. I'll meet you there."
Theresa wanted to wait for Clarissa, but before she could say so, Fox responded first.
"If you insist. Let's go shortie," said Fox, grinning at her.
Theresa had a shocked look on her face as the images of last night floated through her head. She couldn't believe he was calling her that. "Hey!" She said, playfully hitting him on the arm. "I thought I told you not to call me that."
"And I thought I said I could call you whatever I pleased."
Theresa just simply laughed as she grabbed her purse. It was then she realized that she was still dressed up in her PJ's.
"Oh. Let me go change first. It'll only take a minute."
As Theresa ran to her bedroom, Fox watched her. The door closed behind her as he let out a sigh and decided to call Julie and let her know what was going on. He flipped open his phone and very fastly let his fingers dial her cellphone.
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"Hello?"
"Julie?"
"Yes?"
"Hey, It's Fox, are you still at work?"
"Yup. I think I'm gonna be tied up here all day."
"Well, I just wanted to let you know that I am taking the fashion designer and her personal assistant to the movies and then we are gonna discuss the fashion show. So I won't see you until tonight."
"That's fine. I'll be busy up here all day anyway. Chris has got me working on the scrapbook and other things. So, I'll see you tonight, baby. Are we still on for dinner tonight?"
"Of course. See you later. Love you."
"Love you, too, Bye."
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Once Julie clicked her phone shut, Bruce Moore walked into her office. He shut the door behind him and locked it.
"Hey, baby," said Bruce, running his hand over hers.
"Bruce! I have a boyfriend, for goodness sakes. Stop hitting on me."
"You know you like it."
Bruce used to date Julie's best friend, Christina. Julie had always wanted Bruce, but ever since she had been seeing Fox, she brushed the feelings aside. Just now, they all came rushing back. Bruce was just a smidge taller than her with dark black hair and beautiful blue eyes.
She was now breathing heavily as Bruce was just a few inches from her face. Bruce inched his hand up the skirt of Julie's business suit and ever so slowly peeled her underwear off her skin, sliding it down her legs. He slid two fingers inside of her as she moaned slightly. She didn't persist when she should have, though and Bruce began kissing her very heavily, definitely not holding back. He unbuttoned her blouse and let it slide to the floor. He un-hooked her bra and let it slip off her body which was beginning to sweat slightly. She finally gave in and flipped open the button of his pants and let them fall to the floor. She dragged his boxers off his skin and let them fall as well. They were still kissing as they hit the floor on their sides and Bruce went into Julie. She slung one leg around his hip and moaned long and deep. Fox was long gone from her mind during this sixty minute trip of pleasure.
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"Theresa! What are you doing?" asked a surprised Clarissa as she walked into Theresa's bedroom.
"Good Morning, Clarissa," said Theresa, once again sipping her hot, but much needed coffee.
"Answer me, Resa. What are you doing?" asked Clarissa once again as she crossed her arms across her chest.
"Can't you see? I'm working on paperwork that desperately needs to get finished," replied Theresa calmly and cooly.
"Theresa...all you do is work, work, work! Don't you ever want to take a day off?"
"I'd like to, but....I just can't," sighed Theresa.
"Today is your day off, chica. The fashion show isn't until tomorrow you know."
"I know. But everything needs to be perfect," responded Theresa.
"Theresa, everything IS perfect. Look at you! You never have any fun anymore. You are always so serious. You haven't had a date or a steady relationship in God knows how long! Girl! Take a break! You need it."
"I wouldn't even know what to do if I actually did take the day off."
"See! That's why you need one. Now. Let's go get some ice cream, shop, see a movie...whatever. But, first, I need you to come into the kitchen with me."
"Why?" asked Theresa.
"Just come, you will see."
"Oookay," replied Theresa, obviously not going to win this little arguement. Clarissa grabbed Theresa's hand in hers as she led her into the kitchen. Clarissa practically drug Theresa there are she struggled to keep up.
"I don't even know why I'm letting you do this to me Clarissa because really..." Theresa's voice trailed away as her eyes glanced over the person who occupied her kitchen.
"Fox! Uuh, Mr. Crane....What-what are you doing here?" asked Theresa as she glanced at Clarissa as if expecting an explanation from her as well.
Fox stood in Theresa's kitchen in his fancy suit and tie. He had just returned from a meeting and had just been given strict instructions to talk to Miss Lopez-Fitzgerald about the fashion show tomorrow. However, he already knew that this would be a problem. Especially when noticing that she was still dressed in her pajamas and she was wearing fuzzy slippers. He chuckled to himself as a smile escaped him.
"Good morning, Theresa," smiled Fox once more.
"Good morning," said Theresa in response with a small smile forming on her lips.
"I came over to give you this," continued Fox, handing her a letter. As he passed the white envelope over to her, their fingers touched. When this happened, he wanted nothing more but to slide his hand over hers and lace his fingers through. Her hands were small and delicate, he noticed.
Clarissa snatched the letter from Theresa just before she opened it.
"Ah, ah ah! No business today, Theresa, remember?"
"Clarissa..." Theresa sighed.
"I will take care of it. You see, Mr. Crane, Theresa and I are taking the day off. She is too wrapped up in her work and she is so stressful as of late. You should just see her room!"
"Is that so? You better take a break before that little head of yours busts," said Fox, looking into Theresa's beautiful brown eyes. "I believe I will take you up on that offer, Clarissa, and check out her room," chuckled Fox.
Theresa's glance looked toward Clarissa. Theresa's eyes were sleepy, but serious. She didn't want Fox checking out her bedroom, much less her house.
"Clarissa.."
"Calm down, Miss. Everything's gonna be alright," inturrupted Clarissa.
Theresa followed Fox shortly behind as he walked his way into Theresa's bedroom. As he stepped inside, he nearly laughed out loud at all the papers scattered all about, but he kept his composure. His thoughts floated to what she would look like in her cute pajamas working endlessly into the morning.
"Wow, looks like Miss Fashion Designer has herself a messy room," said Fox, playfully. Theresa didn't have a chance to respond as she giggled lightly to herself.
"Clarissa is right. You do need a break. As a matter of fact, I've been wanting to see that new movie..what is it? Something about some King or other. Julie is tied up at work, so would you and Clarissa like to accompany me?"
Theresa laughed carelessly as she put it into thought. It didn't take long for her to decide. "Oookay. Sounds like fun. Are you coming, Clarissa?"
"Sure! But I need to finish up some things before I head on down there. You two go on ahead. I'll meet you there."
Theresa wanted to wait for Clarissa, but before she could say so, Fox responded first.
"If you insist. Let's go shortie," said Fox, grinning at her.
Theresa had a shocked look on her face as the images of last night floated through her head. She couldn't believe he was calling her that. "Hey!" She said, playfully hitting him on the arm. "I thought I told you not to call me that."
"And I thought I said I could call you whatever I pleased."
Theresa just simply laughed as she grabbed her purse. It was then she realized that she was still dressed up in her PJ's.
"Oh. Let me go change first. It'll only take a minute."
As Theresa ran to her bedroom, Fox watched her. The door closed behind her as he let out a sigh and decided to call Julie and let her know what was going on. He flipped open his phone and very fastly let his fingers dial her cellphone.
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"Hello?"
"Julie?"
"Yes?"
"Hey, It's Fox, are you still at work?"
"Yup. I think I'm gonna be tied up here all day."
"Well, I just wanted to let you know that I am taking the fashion designer and her personal assistant to the movies and then we are gonna discuss the fashion show. So I won't see you until tonight."
"That's fine. I'll be busy up here all day anyway. Chris has got me working on the scrapbook and other things. So, I'll see you tonight, baby. Are we still on for dinner tonight?"
"Of course. See you later. Love you."
"Love you, too, Bye."
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Once Julie clicked her phone shut, Bruce Moore walked into her office. He shut the door behind him and locked it.
"Hey, baby," said Bruce, running his hand over hers.
"Bruce! I have a boyfriend, for goodness sakes. Stop hitting on me."
"You know you like it."
Bruce used to date Julie's best friend, Christina. Julie had always wanted Bruce, but ever since she had been seeing Fox, she brushed the feelings aside. Just now, they all came rushing back. Bruce was just a smidge taller than her with dark black hair and beautiful blue eyes.
She was now breathing heavily as Bruce was just a few inches from her face. Bruce inched his hand up the skirt of Julie's business suit and ever so slowly peeled her underwear off her skin, sliding it down her legs. He slid two fingers inside of her as she moaned slightly. She didn't persist when she should have, though and Bruce began kissing her very heavily, definitely not holding back. He unbuttoned her blouse and let it slide to the floor. He un-hooked her bra and let it slip off her body which was beginning to sweat slightly. She finally gave in and flipped open the button of his pants and let them fall to the floor. She dragged his boxers off his skin and let them fall as well. They were still kissing as they hit the floor on their sides and Bruce went into Julie. She slung one leg around his hip and moaned long and deep. Fox was long gone from her mind during this sixty minute trip of pleasure.
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