Driving.
Driving can be a bitch in Seattle. The traffic, parking and the parents trying to get their kids to school on time can be a whole load of stress, but not for me. Not for someone who owns a Ferrari FF. A car that was made by gods. A car that makes girls panties drop. A car that can get my old man on his knees, begging me to let him give her a go. So I guess people like me don't find driving such a bitch.
When I get to the GEH building, I stop in line to get in the parking garage. This gives me a little time to think of what's my following day will be like. The shipping company will be bringing all my things from L.A. today, which means I'm heading to an empty office. Phoebe will be helping me organize my apartment after I take her to lunch at one o'clock. The only reason I'm here at GEH is for this meeting whit Ms. Jones.
Fucking Ms. Jones. I've never met a woman that made me hate her so much. Well, we haven't even met yet. This will be interesting. I've been going threw her deals and account this morning, noticing that she's managing all the accounts that are not under my supervision. She's hardworking, I'll give her that.
All thoughts of Ms. Nina Jones fly out of my mind, when between my car and the one in front of me- thanks to my thoughts, I haven't noticed that the line to the garage was gone and I'm holding up the cars behind me- I see legs. Long legs. Very long legs. Wrapped around them is a black tight fitted pencil skirt, and they are inside a nude shade colored pointy high heels.
Damn
The legs start walking in front of my car, which makes me notice the ass and hips they're attached to.
God damn
The legs make the hips connected to them sway with rhythm. Maybe sway too much, like those hips are putting on a show trying to be noticed. My eyes continue traveling up the teasing figure when they land on tits. Bouncy, full and pushed up tits. And that does it; my cock gives a little twitch in my pants. The unexpected electric current goes down my legs making me press on the gas paddle slightly and the car jumps forward. Not enough to run over the goddess's body, but enough to startle her and cause those sexy legs to stop in a halt.
Holly shit. I almost ran over a living version of Aphrodite. What am I? A 14 year old boy? I can't believe my dick just took control over my body like that. Looking up at the face of this Jessica Rabbit style woman, I can see the sock and fury on her face. Or at least that's what I think goes on in her head.
Her lips- that I notice are a bright shade of red, like a fire engine red- make the perfect shape of O. One brow hitches up. Her eyes are covered behind one of those catty Marlin Monroe black sunglasses. And fuck me, she's a redhead.
Holly shit, she's hot.
"What the hell is wrong with you dickhead? Are you high or something?" She shouts at me. She has an accent, British? I don't know and I don't dwell on it because suddenly she lifts her hand and slaps the Ferrari's hood.
What? Oh no way. Did she just hit my car? Did she actually slap my baby? Sticking my head out the window, "Get your fucking hand of my car!" I shout back. What on earth? What sort of crazy bitch hits a Ferrari? One who wants to get hit by one after? Well, I spouse she almost did.
"Either learn how to drive that gay piece of shit you call a car, or get off the road motherfucker!" she shouts back.
Gay? She called my car gay? And a piece of shit? Did this girl just ran out of a mental house? I suppose girl don't understand cars.
"Gay piece of shit? Do you have any idea what I'm driving?" I shut back, defending my car. No one insults my favorite girl. Don't worry baby, I've got your back.
The redheaded bitch starts to walk away, swaying those hips and calling over her shoulder "Yea, it's a red Ferrari you big faggot!" and then she continues to walk. By now, I can't ignore the horns behind me.
Just before driving, I open the passenger window and call out "Crazy bitch!" Just to be the last one to have a say. Without turning around, she flips me the bird with her left hand, that's also holding by the elbow her Louise Vinton bag.
Shaking my head, I drive in the garage to my parking place.
What the hell was that? That bitch was completely crazy. That bitch was fucking mad! That bitch just turned me on. Big time!
I stay in my car after parking it, to try and control my birthing, and my fucking erection. Don't want to start the day in a bad mood. Although, maybe that way Ms. Jones wont mess with me. Ha, I won't be trying that if my father will be in the same room. Stepping out of the Ferrari after my thoughts are clear and my dick under control, I lock the door and give the car a long good look. What, is it a gay car?
Pft! No way! It's a classic. Jesus Grey, don't let that bitch get to you like that. I should give angry redhead Kelly's number; she'll tell her all the shit we did last night, and judge for herself how gay was that.
In the elevator, I rub my eyes with the heels of my hands. Calm down Grey. I only really have to be in this meeting with Ms. Jones. I can head home after that. I might have to call Kelly. Yea, that will work. I don't have anything important today, just lunch with Phoebe. I'll just say I'm sick or something.
Stepping out of the elevator on the twentieth floor, I walk to reception were the new girl Mona is sitting. I haven't met her yet, she was employed while I was in L.A. She stands up to great me.
"Hello Mr. Grey, I'm Mona it's great to finally meet you." She says with a smile. She's quite small, very petite and drest smart with dark navy pants suit and one of those female Clark Kent glasses. And she's blond, too blond. When it's that kind of yellowy blond.
"Nice to meet you Mona. I'll be in Mr. Grey's office." I answer back. Everyone knows that Christian is my dad, but we do not greet each other as 'dad' and 'son'. It's either Mr. Grey or first name.
Mona modes once and sits down. Walking down the hall, I feel like a king. I'm greeted with respect. When I get to my father's office Andrea stands up and shakes my hand.
"Mr. Grey, it's great to have you back, can I take your jacket?" she asks.
"Pleas Andrea," I say as I take of my Armani suit jacket. "It's good to be back." I lie. Hell I'll give anything to be back in L.A. right now. "Is Mr. Grey alone? When will Ms. Jones be attending?" I ask.
"Actually, they're already in. They'll be waiting for you."
"How long have they been in there?" god I hate being the last to show up.
"About five minutes, Ms. Jones has just arrived. Would you like a drink? An espresso?" She smiles back at me.
"Please." I say, thankful. As she walks to the kitchen I head to the door. I knock once, and walk in. My father is standing behind his desk laughing with a woman who stands in front of him on the other side of his desk. She's texting, not noticing I've arrived.
"And this is younger Mr. Grey." My father gestures to my direction with a smile. I walk in the office as she still texting, I start checking her out. Well, she's not fat. She's got a nice ass for an old lesbian and great leg.
Wait a minute; I've seen these sexy legs before.
Stopping in a halt I lift my eyes to her face just she turns around to me, swinging her red hair over her solder as she turns to greet me.
"It's an honor to finally meet you Mr.…." she stops midsentence, and her face falls when her eyes meet mine.
This is not a fat bitch trying to take my job title; this is the sexy, leggy big tits bitch who hit my car about ten minutes ago.
Oh for fuck's sake