Open, and close.
Open again, and then close.
That's what the bitch's mouth doing. Those red juicy lips, they should be around my dick. Ha, as if Grey, get those thoughts out of your head. Once again, I can see the shock all over her face. Probably from seeing me again- less than ten minutes after almost running over her.
So this is famous Ms. Nina Jones.
The girl running after my job title, the girl who hit my Ferrari FF, the girl who gave me a hard on by doing nothing, just having a cock teasing body. Oh no, no, no, this cannot be happening! Now I defiantly can't fuck her. That's my number one rule: never fuck a business partner, client, staff or any girl that can be connected to any business deal (Also, never fuck your friend's sisters. Cuisines are also a sensitive area. But if it's done right, it's done well)
"You." She snarls darkly at me. Her body went from confident and sexy to tense and also a bit scary. Little tip for you men out there, NEVER mess up with a redhead. Those girls are on fire. Seriously, they are always extreme. Extremely happy or extremely sad, extremely hot or in this case extremely scary.
Let me remained you something I didn't dwell on before, her accent. After all she said in the garage and the little introduction she gave and got cut midsentence, I know for sure she's British. A little thing about British girl, their also extreme. So a redheaded Brit, can also be called 'Nina, the Crazy Bitch'. Fact is, that's what I'm going to start to call her. Not to her face. If that crazy bitch would know I'm calling her that, she would probably cut my balls off!
In the ten minutes I've known Ms. Jones, she managed to get me fucking mad by turning me on, teasing me shouting at me cursing at me and hitting my car. Holly fuck I completely forgot about the car slapping. Which is way the next thing I say is: "Well hello there, came to apologies?" and that did the trick. Ms. Jones looks like she's going to explode.
"Me? Apologies to you? For what? You were the one that almost run over me!" She almost shouts, but not really. It's kind of fun messing up with her. And at that moment, I notice something I haven't seemed to notice before. Her eyes. They're this amazing shade of green. Like aquamarine. Like they could hypnotize me. Well how fitting, a set of crazy eyes for a crazy bitch. But the good kind of crazy eyes, the once I could look into for hours, for days, forever.
"Almost. You almost got run over. But I defiantly remember you hitting my car with your palm. And you also called it gay. So yea, I think you are the one who needs to apologies."
"Well it is a gay car." She answers on beat, putting her hands on her hips. "I thought only girl's drive red Ferrari's"
This situation is so confusing; I glance at my father, whose face is so confused, it's almost funny. With a little arrogant dismissing laugh, I say "Oh yea? And what car exactly are you driving?"
The little smug smile that starts to creep on Ms. Jones's face makes me feel like I shouldn't have asked that. She looks confident, she looks proud and once again, I'm a little scared.
"I drive a Maybach Exelero. Have you heard of that car? It's known of being quite fast."
Silence.
This is one of the only times I have no smart comment to give her. A Maybach Exelero. I don't think I ever felt in my life like what I feel now. I feel jealous. At the corner of my eye I see my father gaping at Ms. Jones. Yea, he's defiantly imprested with her car.
A knock on the door breaks the long silence.
"Yes?" my father shouts, and Andrea comes in with a little mug.
"Your espresso, Mr. Grey." She says as she hands it over to me. "Would you like some more coffee Mr. Grey? More tea Ms. Jones?" she asks.
"Oh no, I'm still working on this one, thank you." Ms. Jones answers sweetly. Damn she's polite, that's the Brits for you.
"That will be all Andrea." My father says, dismissing Andrea. She nods, and closes the door behind her.
"Well Nina," my dad says while shaking his head and sitting down. "I must say I'm very impressed with your car. Please sit down."
"Well Christian you can't beat the Germans with their cars. Am I right?" she says and sits down. Then she glances to my direction, "but the Italians put on a great fight would you agree Mr. Grey?" she asks me.
"Yes they do." I murmur as I sit down the empty chair next to her. My answer makes her smile smugly. She thinks she won.
I've learned a few thing about Ms. Jones the next hour or so. She and my father are on first names basic, she didn't ask me to call her Nina yet, and I didn't ask her to call me Theodore (at work I'm Theodore, at home I'm Teddy. Occasionally Ted.) She owns a motherfucking Maybach Exelero. She is very smart and bright and she's not afraid of hard work. But my favorite thing I found out is that she has freckles. My eyes found themselves traveling the whole meeting between her freckles, her eyes, her lips, red hair, boobs and legs.
God she's sexy.
And her voice, I can listen to her voice forever with that accent of hers. I'd love to hear her say my name. Or moan it. No, scream it, while I make her come again and again and again…
"Well, I'll be leaving you two men now," Ms. Jones says as she stands up, "I should go now for my next meeting with Emerson Media Group." She shakes my dad's hand.
"I believe you two will be just fine." My dad says.
"Yes, we'll be great together." I say. And I almost want to say ' that's what she said' because of the double meaning.
"Oh yes Mr. Grey. We are going to work just fine." She smiles to me and shakes my hand. This is the first time I've touched her, thanks for our little fight at the beginning of the hour. Her hand shake is firm and strong, she's not intimidated. Oh fuck, please wrap your hand around my dick like that.
What the fuck? Did I just beg?
Releasing her hand, I run my other one throw my hair.
"I'll show you out, Ms. Jones." I say, since my office is in the other side of the floor.
As we walk to the elevator, and I put my hand on the small of her back. Guiding her to the bank of elevators. She pretends not to notice, and I'm glad. Frankly, since I touched her soft hand, I'm eager to touch other parts of her.
"Thank you Mr. Grey" She says as I press the call button.
"You welcome. I'm sorry for this morning, I didn't act very professionally and I apologies." I say, 'cause it seems like the right thing to say.
"Oh that's fine Mr. Grey." She says with a smile. "I'm sorry for slapping your car."
Just as the elevator door opens and she steps in, I say "Apology accepted Ms. Jones."
We stare at each other for a second after she presses her button.
"Oh and may I ask you something Mr. Grey?" she asks sweetly.
"Anything" I say. Anything you want baby.
The doors start to close and just before we're separated she says "Stop staring at my tits." With a teasing smile. And then she's gone.
Shit, I wasn't as smooth I thought I was with my staring. At least she didn't seem mad at it, she was smiling.
Hell, this is going to be a very difficult working environment.
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