A/N: I'm sorry it's taken so long. But here it is. The next chapter in this...different tale of Jake and Bella. Umm...if it makes you happy, I'll have chapter 5 posted by next week...This chapter is my tit for EIB's and SMI's tat. Wait..that sounds funny...whatevs. Anyway, if you are not old enough to sell your soul (or body rather) to the government (to join the army or other military, or just be an experiment of sorts) then get off my story cause I refuse to be held liable for your corruption. I blame your parents for not monitoring what you do online, just like I blame mine for the way my head operates. It's just the effects of being the product of drunken parents. Not that mine are. Drunk that is. Nevermind. Anyway, here's the disclaimer:
I DON'T OWN TWILIGHT ALTHOUGH I WISH I DID CAUSE I WOULD HAVE HAD BELLA NEVER MEET JAKE AND JUST WRITTEN A WHOLE SERIES ON HIS AND MY VERY HOT AND STEAMY SEX LIFE. But I don't, so I'm not going to. I'll write theirs instead.
Chapter 4: Annoying Unexpected Guests and Off The Wall Board Room Meetings
I was so loving the way Mr. Black was finally giving in and showing me who's boss, until someone so rudely knocked on my office door. I dug my heels into Mr. Black's ass, trying to get him to stay right where he was - rubbing his junk all over my love box - but he pulled away, unwrapping my legs from around his waist and fixing his clothes back to their original state.
"Somebody had better be fucking dying," I grumbled out as he ran a hand over his hair, trying to gain some sort of control over it. Happily I took in his disheveled look. He was sporting JBF hair, and I had done that to him. Although we hadn't actually just been fucking, I liked knowing that I made him look that way.
Mr. Black eyed me smugly, and I didn't have any clue why until I caught a glance of myself in my never ending wall of windows. I had the same JBF look as he did. And knowing that he did that to me, just made me that much wetter. My panties were already sticking to my lady bits, but there wasn't much I could do about it. Whoever it was on the other side of the door was not relenting in their persistent knocking.
"Jake, man are you in there? Open up...Jake?" The voice was smooth, a lot like Jake's, and if Jake...er...Mr. Black wasn't here, I might strut my ass over and flirt some. But I wasn't a total whore...well, not really.
Mr. Black froze and eyed me with wide eyes, his brows scrunching together. "Fuck." His voice was thick.
"Who is it?" I asked in a low hushed voice, completely confused as I tried to pull my hair back and button my shirt. When the hell did that happen?
Mr. Black stepped over to the door and threw it open, trying to step out into the hall and push whoever it was out with him. But having just been interrupted by this intrusive person, I wasn't going to let this go without finding out who was keeping me from getting what I really wanted.
I grabbed the doorknob and yanked it open with a little too much force, causing the door to fly back and knock a picture frame off the wall.
I must have looked like a sex-crazed nympho or something because they both turned to look at me like I had lost my marbles. The guy, who's name I had yet to learn, had his mouth gaping wide open.
"Umm, Bella. Can you give us a moment?" Mr. Black rubbed the back of his neck and gave me an apologetic look.
"Sure Jake. But can I at least get the name of the asstard that interrupted...that...stuff we were working on?" I knew I was starting to blush, but recovered quickly and offered them both the bitch brow.
"Whoa. First name basis, huh? So, when did you start fucking her? I got to give it to you man, she's one fine piece of work. I call dibs when you're done."
What the fuck?
"Yeah, like you could really handle this. Who the hell are you, by the way?" I was getting really irritated with this...this...man, he was hot. Not like Mr. Black hot, but hot still.
His skin was a copper color, just like the rest of the people that worked here. His eyes held a similar look as Mr. Black's, and his jaw was strong and...totally lickable. Pictures of the two of them with me in my office flitted through my mind for a second until Mr. Black spoke to the gorgeous guy standing with him.
"Shut the fuck up, Quil. And no, you can't call dibs." He gave Quil an 'I'm gonna beat your ass after this' glare before turning back to me. "Ms Swan, this is Quil Ateara. He's from the LA office, and came here to see what we can do about the whole Leah and Paul thing."
"What do you mean? That's all I am to you little cousin? Just some guy you used to work with? I feel the love man, really, I do." Quil feigned hurt feelings before flashing me a panty-melting smile.
So, we were back to formalities. I could work this.
"Well, Mr. Ateara, I'd say it was nice to meet you, but you have completely horrible timing. Perhaps if you came during regular business hours, I would feel different. But you didn't, so I don't."
"Ms. Swan," Mr. Black growled a low warning.
"Mr. Black," I matched his tone accordingly.
"Ooh, feisty. I like her. Is she any good at doing that thing with the tongue and the thing and the thing and then...well you know!" He was motioning with his hands before he looked at Mr. Black.
They both eyed me, silently asking the same question. I saw Mr. Black's tongue peek out and slide across those oh-so-tasty lips of his. If his mouth tasted that good, I can only imagine what his cock tasted like.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, not right now. Chill out.
"Wouldn't you both like to know?" I scoffed and crossed my arms over my chest, pushing my cleavage up and together a little more.
"You have no idea how bad I want to know, baby. Care to demonstrate? I bet those lips would feel like heaven wrapped around me." Quil winked at me and blew me a kiss while I looked at him impassively.
"I would, but not for you. Sorry." I gave him a shit-eating grin.
Mr. Black breathed out a very deep breath before I heard another growl come from him.
"You two, can you just stop? Quil, come back tomorrow so we can talk over the whole damn Leah thing. And stop hitting on my employees, that's terms for sexual harassment, douchebag. You really do have horrible timing, you know that? Ms. Swan, I'll see you tomorrow morning."
"Dude, it's not sexual harassment cause I don't work for you, so we're good. Ms. Swan, or Bella, was it? Will you be here tomorrow morning? I'll save you a seat on my lap in the meeting. It was your office they were in, right? So that means you'll be there? You should really burn that couch by the way, if you haven't already. No tellin' what Paul has contracted over the years. Maybe some Mongolian cock-eating virus. You never really know with him." Quil shrugged.
I rolled my eyes and turned to walk back into my office. As annoying and forward as Quil was, he really was a funny guy. I found myself wondering if he ever got laid because of his lack of skills at trying to pick up women. I hope the way he talked to me tonight was not how he actually attempted the feat.
"Goodnight guys." I went to close my door, but Quil stopped it before it completely closed.
"Dream of me tonight." He winked and blew me another kiss, then ducked his head before I slammed the door on it.
The wall of my office shook as I heard something down the hall collide with it and Quil let out a very loud yelp. He kinda sounded like a hurt dog.
"Oooooowwww, what the fuck was that for?" He spoke loudly.
"You know what that was for, now get out of here. I'll see you tomorrow," Mr. Black replied.
I gathered my things and made my way down to my car. Tomorrow was sure to be interesting with Quil being here.
When I made it home, I was so wound up, I didn't waste any time getting down to business. I found my favorite vibrator and lube, and got busy. One orgasm wasn't going to cut it for me, so I went for two, and still wasn't completely satisfied. The third one though, was the charm. The first time I came, I came fast and hard, like it always seemed to happen when I was jilling off to those very private thoughts of mine. The second and third times were slower with more build up until I was falling slowly and crashing hard. Funny how that feels. I think the second was the most intense of them all. As hot as Quil was, it wasn't his face or body I saw that night. It was Mr. Black. It seemed to always be Mr. Black. And I was perfectly okay with that.
I threw my sheets in the washer and ran through the shower quickly, finally making it to bed a little after one. Tomorrow was going to be hell, and I only hoped that I could make it through the day without falling asleep on my desk or worse - in the meeting.
The following morning, I got dressed in some tan slacks and a black silk blouse with red stilettos. The top two buttons were left open on my shirt for a couple of reasons: one, because I'm not a nun, and two, because the girls wanted to play. Who was I to deny them their freedom? It wasn't like they were completely exposed, just...a little.
I pulled my hair back into a low ponytail after straightening it and added a touch of lip gloss and light eye shadow before I made my way down to my car and headed for the office.
When I arrived, I noticed Leah was in my office. I silently prayed to all things holy that she was alone and still had her clothes on.
"Leah, what's up? Come to reminisce the deflowering of my couch?" I asked as I sat my purse inside a drawer in my desk.
"Oh come on, Swan. I already said I was sorry about that. It wasn't nothin' towards you, it's just...your office was the only empty place we could find. We didn't think you would be back so soon. I mean, it's not like he lasts that long anyways." She mumbled the last part as she plopped down on the chair across from my desk. I raised my eyebrows trying to process what logic they had at the time. She must have noticed because she kept right on with her ramblings.
"Besides, it's not like you haven't already deflowered stuff around here too. Like Jake's office. Or...wherever. Plus, look at all your little toys you have here on your desk. I know they aren't just decorations, I have the black Paris Duckie at home. But that's not really why I came in here. I came to ask if you could attend that Baker event tonight with Jake instead of me. I'm probably getting booted out of here, seeing as how Paul is his right hand man and all...and I just thought maybe it would give you more time to work out whatever game you're playing with him."
"Paul doesn't last very long? Huh. Figures." I shrugged. I'm not sure why that was the first thing I thought to ask, but the moron part of me struck again.
"Yeah, tell me about it. It's not fair that the good looking ones seem to have a hard time with that. Well, at least that's been my experience..." She trailed off and then sat up conspiratorially . "Hey, do you think that is why Jake is so dead set against sleeping with anyone from the office? I mean, he's totally fuckable, but won't fuck anyone from here. Maybe he doesn't want anyone to know that he's a minute man."
I would love to know the truth behind that, and I'm almost certain I would have found out if Quil's dumb ass wouldn't have knocked on my door last night.
"Hmm, not sure on that one. I'll let you know when I am though. So where is this event you want me to go to? What is it exactly?"
"Well, it's down at The Baltic Room on Pine Street in Capital Hill. It's just some sort of art fundraiser thing. You know, rubbing elbows with some of 'Seattle's finest'. It's usually used as a venue for musicians, but for some reason Paul thought it would be perfect, and Mr. Baker's grandson thought it would be, too. You don't have to get too dressed up, but you might want to keep the girls covered tonight. Maybe wear a dress, or something. Hell, I don't know, I just go for a modern, yet modest look. Look professional, but not uptight. So...will you go?" She looked at me like a kid begging for cookies.
I wasn't sure if I wanted to go to this thing or not, but if it gave me more time to be around Mr. Black, I guess it wouldn't be too horrible . Sorry girls, your spotlight will be gone tonight. Maybe next time.
"Yeah, I think I can, just make sure it's okay with Mr. Black first. I don't want him getting his tighty whiteys in a wad over this." She gave me a funny look that I so kindly returned while I asked her why she wore a suddenly surprised look.
"You don't know? Mr. Black goes commando most of the time. Damn Bella, I thought you were close to getting it on with him, and you don't even know what kind of underwear he wears...or doesn't?"
"I never said I was close, and how the hell do you know that anyway?" For some strange reason, and I'm not completely sure why, I was kind of pissed that Leah knew what he had on...er, or didn't have on...under his clothes, and I didn't.
"Relax, Swan." She rolled her eyes, before picking up my Fishie and tossing it up in the air. "My brother and him grew up together. All the boys ran around like that. I just assumed that he carried on with it. I'm sure it's hard to find underwear that will hold something that big in without cutting off circulation."
"Oh, gotcha. Well, come on, that meeting is supposed to start in a minute, and I don't want to be late to another one." I grabbed my Lina pen and walked out of my office with Leah on my heels.
We made it to the conference room to find Quil, Paul, and Jacob already there. They were all laughing about something, but suddenly stopped when we came in the room. Obvious much? Leah and I made our way around the table and took seats across from Paul and Quil.
"Oh come on baby, not gonna take the seat I saved for you? I kept it nice and warm," Quil whined, seeming to take real offense.
"Yeah, with your hand," Paul snickered before continuing. "Besides asshat, we're all here for something that came from actions like that. No need for it to happen again." Quil wasn't paying much attention when Paul reached over and popped him on the back of the head. Mr. Black glared at the two.
Quil went to open his mouth to say something, but Paul cut him off.
"Just because you technically don't work at this office, doesn't mean she can't file against your ass. We all know how you love using that line."Quil closed his mouth and sat back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest, trying to look deep in concentration. I peeked over at Mr. Black, but he wasn't looking in my direction. He seemed to be trying to stare holes into Quil's head, but not having much luck.
After a very uncomfortable silence that seemed to stretch on as long as the Seahawk's 1992 losing record, a Native woman, who looked almost hot enough to turn me from guys, walked in and dropped a stack of papers on the table.
"Before either of you open your mouth," she glared at Leah and Paul, "I just want to know what the hell you two were thinking. Seriously, Leah you know he's probably got like fifteen different STDs running through him right now. Some probably aren't even named yet. And Paul, was the last receptionist we had to find a reason to let go of because of your' hit and quit' mentality not enough to teach you to keep that tiny thing in your pants? And before you try to argue, you used to date my sister, and I have full details on the size and functions of your...Oscar Meyer wiener."
"Hi Claire, it's nice to see you, too." Leah stated dryly, while Paul hung his head over the back of his chair.
"I don't believe we've met. I'm Quil, Quil Ateara, and might I add that I think your mouth would-" Quil held his hand out for Claire to shake, but she just glanced at it and sat down at the other head of the table across from Mr. Black.
"Quil, shut up and sit down. The only reason I even agreed to let you come and be a part of this meeting was to get you out of the office so you wouldn't cause any more havoc that your dad can't handle right now. Do us all a favor and let the grown folks handle business, okay? I don't need anymore shit happening like what we're already here for." Mr. Black glared at him before leaning back and glancing at Claire.
"Miss Swan, Mr. Ateara, this is Claire Falks, the head of the HR department here at Alpha PR, as well as a long time family friend." He cleared his throat before plastering on a panty-melting smile and flashing it at Claire. Now, call me crazy, but I once again felt a tinge of jealousy. He would never look at me like that while others were around, and I know I had an effect on him. He wouldn't be trying to jump my bones on my desk if I didn't.
"Wait, wait, wait. If she's a family friend, then how come I've never met her? Dude, we're family." Quil sat forward looking outraged at not knowing Claire.
"You're right Quil, we are family, but you're not someone I tell everyone about. I like to keep it our little secret," Mr. Black tried to placate him. It seemed to work until he got a certain gleam in his eye as he looked over at me.
"Oh, kinda like how you like to keep sweet cheeks over there a secret, too. I get it. I can handle that. We're cool. Your secret is safe with me." He flashed Mr. Black a smile that gave his own a run for its money.
My mouth hung open as all eyes seemed to dart back and forth between Mr. Black and myself.
"Quil, if you open your mouth again during this meeting, I'll personally duct tape your chest hair and rip every strand off, including your lovely little nips." Mr. Black was standing and leaning over the table towards his cousin.
"Well, it seems everyone here needs a lesson in business etiquette and sexual harassment. I'm sure we can set some sort of workshop up for next week." Claire jotted something down in her bright pink day planner.
Everyone groaned like we were in high school having a pop quiz over the American Revolution.
"So on to what we are all here for. Jake, what do you think we should do?" Claire asked as that twinge of jealousy rose in me again. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jake, as she so eloquently called him, glance at me and throw a smug look my way. He seemed to be able to tell that she was getting to me. Don't get me wrong, Claire seemed nice, but she also seemed like she had a thing for Jake.
This was not going to happen. I didn't care if I had to get on my knees and blow him right here in front of everyone to show her he was taken...well as taken as I could claim him to be...which wasn't much come to think of it. It didn't help that Quil referred to me as 'his little secret.' Really? What the fuck was going on between us? This man, who claimed to not fornicate with employees, had groped me and felt me up like I was his teenage dream girl or some shit. None of this helped me figure out what was going on between us, it just made my brain hurt that much more.
So blowing him was probably out. And I'm sure gouging her eyes out with my pen was out, too. I suppose I could just flirt with Quil to see if Jake noticed.
I sat forward in my chair and pushed my boobs out towards Quil. He noticed and his eyes got huge like he had just seen a sorority house of naked girls going at it on the table between us. I rubbed my foot up and down what I hoped was his leg, while letting my tongue peek out and wet my lips.
"Uhh, Leah, do you think you can quit with the footsies thing until we get done with this?" Paul asked.
"What? I'm not playing footsies with you." She looked disgusted.
"Wait, then that means..." Everybody turned and looked at me curiously. I just shrugged and acted like I had no idea what they were talking about. Jake looked at me like he wanted to kill someone, or possibly slam me up against a wall and rip my clothes off of me before ramming that monster cock into me over and over. Either way, a girl could dream right?
"Okay, so here's what I propose. Leah stays here, Paul goes to L.A., and Quil, right? You'll stay here as well, to take Paul's place for now. Until Leah comes to her senses and stops drooling over that tinker toy, this is how things are going to go. And please, everyone, and I mean everyone, try to keep your meat packed away while at the office." Claire tapped her papers in order, while eying each of us.
"I don't think you can make a call like that without discussing it with Quil, Sr. in L.A. beforehand. Unless, of course, you just want to get to know me better." Quil winked at Claire and blew her a kiss. Turns out, he does flirt with everyone the way he did with me the night before. If that man has ever gotten laid, it's strictly due to his fuck-tacular body.
"There is nothing about you that I'd like to get to know more about. And I've already cleared it with your father. Turns out your little stunt of sleeping with the governor's niece at that party a few weeks ago has lost your dad some clients. He's happy to replace you for the time being, and I'm pretty sure Jake can keep you in line. Although, he does not seem to be able to do that for himself at the moment." Claire smiled as she strolled out of the conference room, her ass swaying with every step she took.
Quil let out a low whistle as he watched her walk away. "I hate to see you go baby, but I love to watch you leave. Mmm, mmm, mmm. Damn, that woman has my balls in a vice grip right now."
"Quil, that woman is too good to star in your best fantasies. You might as well not even bother, she doesn't date her own kind as far as I can tell." Leah jabbed at him.
"Hey Ja-...er, Mr. Black. You're really going to let her send me to L.A. like that? I thought she was going." Paul nodded his head towards Leah. Mr. Black seemed to not be paying attention because we were caught in one of our never ending, five-year-old staring contests.
Everything around me seemed to fade to black and became nothing more than background noise as I held his gaze. My panties were already soaked and had been since the caveman look I got from him earlier.
Once I was able to regain some impression of coherency, I quickly stood, only to be knocked back down into my seat by Leah's next words to Jake.
"So Jake, I'm not going with you tonight to the Baker fundraiser, due to some...family things. But don't worry, Bella here has agreed to go as your date." She smiled at him and grabbed my knee, squeezing down hard. I assumed this was her way of making me be quiet, but hey, I really wasn't going to complain. I'd get to be on his arm and watch how all the other women drool over him, knowing they couldn't touch him.
"Leah, that's not a good idea. I have to..uhh...stand up and talk, so it wouldn't be much fun for her. You're used to these kinds of things! You can just blow off Seth for a dinner some other night." Jake looked somewhat nervous, and was clearly pissed at Leah.
"Either way, she's going and I'm not. So what time do you want her ready by?" She stared him down, and he almost seemed to cower under her hard glare. I'd have pissed myself silly from the look on his face if the pain in my leg from Leah's grip wasn't overwhelming every other feeling at the moment.
"Dude, just take her. How bad could it really be? You might get lucky and get to find out if she can do that thing with her tongue and the other thing. It's worth a shot." Quil shrugged his ignorance. Jake looked down at him before he returned his glare to Leah and me.
"Fine, but she better be ready by seven. I'll have the car there to pick her up then. And...wear something...black." He gritted before turning and walking out of the conference room with Paul and Quil right behind him.
"Well, that went well, don't you think? Just be sure to be on time. He doesn't like to wait. Really impatient for some reason..." Leah trailed off.
"This is not good. I thought you said I'd be attending it with him, not standing in as his date. How could you do this and not tell me?" I was kind of pissed, but then again, I would get to see him more, so that was a plus.
"What are you whining about? You get to see him more, and you might even get to take him home with you. You should be thanking me instead of crawling up my ass about it. Look, I've got to go. I've got to spend some time with my brother before he leaves to go back home, but I'll call you tomorrow and you can let me know how everything went. Okay?" She stood and gave me a hug, before leaving me to figure out what I would be doing exactly tonight.
What in the hell have I gotten myself into this time?
Hope you enjoyed, let me know what you think -km3-