Working at Parker-Williams had its ups and downs. The benefits were above and beyond standard, with a week-long paid Christmas vacation for the employees. The downside was the stress of the job. It was no secret that while Dave was a great boss and pretty lenient of his employees, he also expected nothing but the best. Mistakes were allowable but complete fuck-ups were the death of many an employee. It wasn't just the company's reputation on the line but Dave's as well. The last thing he needed was a mistake happening on his clock.

That was where Ayanna came in handy. Before any outrageous occurrences happened, she intercepted before Dave was aware of it. During the first month she was at the job, Ayanna must've saved ten people's asses from the chopping block. Nevertheless, Ayanna loved her job. It was the first time in a long while she was at a job that she truly enjoyed. Yes, it was stressful and she couldn't have been more appreciative of her hour-long lunch break. But she loved planning and plotting. She loved sitting in on meetings. She loved organizing everything.

She loved being a dork. And she was a damn good one at that.

Her working relationship with Dave was strong as long as neither one of them spoke of how they really knew each other. Their relationship was equally balanced: he needed her and she needed to pay off her car-note.

"Ayanna…" Dave approached her. "My one o'clock is coming in at any moment. Can you make sure that you take all calls while I'm in this meeting?"

"Sure." Ayanna scribbled on a Post-It note. "Important client?"

Just as Ayanna asked, a tall and leggy blonde stepped out of the elevator. She was the real-life version of Barbie, down to the obvious breast implants. She wore a micro-mini that barely covered her ass and a buttoned-down dress shirt that was hanging on by the few buttons it had left.

Dave smiled as the woman known as Torrie Wilson sashayed her way towards him. "Very important client." He grinned.

Torrie smiled at Dave. "Mr. Bautista, good to see you again."

"Pleasure is all mine." Dave smiled as he motioned towards his office. "Shall we?"

Torrie smiled at Ayanna and walked inside Dave's office. "What a big office you have."

Ayanna waited for the door to close before she began to make dry heaving noises. "What a big office you have!" She mimicked. Ayanna stared at Dave's office door. She was crushing out on him a little and thought he was going to do the same. But nooooo…he's going to entertain Ms. Big Boobie Bimbo! She didn't have to guess what was happening inside Dave's office but she had an idea what was going to happen soon. And I do believe now is the time for lunch. Ayanna started to gather her belongings when a familiar face interrupted her.

"Where's the pretty girl going today?" Randy asked.

Ayanna blushed. Ever since their impromptu happy hour a month ago, the pair has hung out a lot after hours. They weren't dating or even close to it, but they were unusually close. Even they had a hard time explaining their newfound friendship. Randy occasionally made the borderline sexual harassment remarks to Ayanna but he never approached her for a fling. At least not yet, Ayanna smirked. "Pretty girl is going to McDonald's."

"Oh, that's fucking gross." Randy shook his head. "What about that Mexican joint down the street? I hear they have your favorite."

"My favorite?"

"Fish tacos." He smiled.

"Cute, Orton, real fuckin' cute." Ayanna smiled.

"Yeah, I know." Randy smirked. "Let's take my whip. I want to show you something."

"Melina told me it wasn't that impressive." Ayanna retorted.

"Because it was in her mouth so much she couldn't see it." Randy smiled.

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Randy led Ayanna to what she thought was the most beautiful vehicle she had ever seen. Maserati Spyder. The name alone generated deep sighs from car lovers around the world. It was a vehicle that was higher in standard than the Jaguar and could hold its own against a Bentley and Aston Martin. It was a car enthusiast's wet dream.

Randy's Maserati was nothing short of spectacular. It was a deep chocolate color that sparkled at all angles. The interior came from the finest Italian leather. The rims were at least twenty inches. Forget the man, she thought, I want to fuck this car.

"Isn't she beautiful?" Randy asked as he opened the door to let Ayanna inside. He then got into the driver's seat. "I just got her over the weekend."

"Beautiful." Ayanna admired the car. "What's her name?"

"Well, I wanted to name her something classy and elegant, after someone I know."

"Oh?"

Randy popped open the glove compartment to give Ayanna a red rose. "Ayanna."

Ayanna sniffed the rose and blushed. "Is this your way of trying to get ass?"

"No." Randy shook his head. "It's my way of showing how much I appreciate everything you do."

"Randy…" Ayanna blushed.

"And getting some ass…."

"Oh, drive the damn car!"

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"Why is this so difficult, Randy?"

"I thought you knew how to drive a stick?"

Randy and Ayanna were stuck in the first gear as she tried to drive. Doing the one thing he has never done with any woman—trusting her—Randy let Ayanna drive his car around the parking lot at Parker-Williams. Well, he attempted to let her drive. Ayanna wanted to learn how to drive a stick and Randy let her use his prized possession. Ayanna thought he was being very generous and Randy was to a fault. He also wanted to see how much her skirt would hike up when she drove.

"No, I said I knew how to ride a stick." Ayanna struggled to put the car into gear.

"Oh." Randy felt a sudden arousal. When he was younger, his dad taught to think about the most disgusting thought to get rid of an instant boner. Randy shuddered as he thought about the one time he walked in on his parents. His dad would never look the same wearing a cowboy hat. "Here. Stop. Let me try it."

Ayanna and Randy switched places as he put the car into gear. He pulled into a secluded area of the parking lot, near the large trees and bushes. "Now, you shift into the second gear once you start climbing a speed. Don't ride the clutch so hard or you'll fuck up the car. Not this one because you're not driving this shit again but another car."

Ayanna leaned closer to Randy as his deep voice created shivers in her body. "Okay."

"Now, this is how you do it." He demonstrated. "Step on the clutch gently…gently." He emphasized. "And release it."

"Can you give me a release?" She whispered.

In the parking lot, in broad daylight, Randy and Ayanna christened his Maserati Spyder. She'll learn how to drive a stick some other time.