Chapter 7: Allie To-Go, Please

The ride to Palm Beach is long and the one on the way back is longer. I should be used to Zelia’s antics by now, but for whatever reason, she always seems to have an ace up her sleeve. Creating new designs and styles as she drunkenly flings her drink around. I will admit the woman is a genius. But fashion is the farthest thing from my understanding. She knows this, yet spends the good half of rush hour traffic talking about seaweed rope scarves. If it wasn’t for the brandy or the fact that she would stroke my d*ick when she was thinking, I don’t think I would have survived.

I nearly leap out of the limo when Zelia’s apartment building comes into view. Zelia eyes me, the last of her drink dribbling over a plum-colored design scribbled on her notepad.

“Why don’t you come back and help me outline the presentation. You’re always so good at focusing on the most intimate details.”

As sexy as it sounds, I’m not drunk enough for Zelia’s streaking makeup and booze-covered dress today. I kiss her tequila-covered lips and graze my teeth on her bottom lip. “You stole me away from my assistant's orientation. I have to get some work of my own done today. Not all of us are geniuses.”

Zelia bites my lip, hard. Part of me wants to lay her down right there on the seat and release a little stress before she leaves, but Zelia wouldn’t go for something as barbarian as car sex. Pierre, our driver, opens the door and leads Zelia to the doorstep. The door closes and I can’t help but grab hold of my c*ck and stroke it a little through my work pants. This girl is crazy, but man does she drive me wild.

I watch as she stumbles on the sidewalk and laughs, leaning on a palm tree. That dress hugs the bottom of her ass, a perfect peach. I gotta control myself. I watch as they disappear into the lobby and unbuckle my pants. The brandy takes control of my hand and I stroke myself to the sweet memory of sliding my tip into Zelia’s wet p*ssy. It's still not too late to run up and bend her over the kitchen counter. But the sun was already long gone from the sky and I have to get back to Allie.

The mere thought of her makes me tremble, moving my hand faster across the length of my shaft. I can still feel her lips on mine. I want to know the feeling of her t*ts in my hands, sucking on those perky little nipples. I want to know what it’s like to be inside her. To know every part of her. My imagination overwhelms me and I unload all over my hands. Thank goodness my to-go bag has napkins. By the time Pierre comes back, I’m zipped up like nothing ever happened. He sits in his seat and lowers the divide a little.

“Where to, Mr. Fairweather?”

“Back to Ocean Tech, Pierre.” I sigh. I’d be damned if I left my best car sitting in the lot overnight. The afternoon sun sets over the bay as we pull up next to my shining black beauty. I grab my doggie bag and stumble to my car. I know I told Zelia that I was going to go back to work, but fatigue has captured me and all I want is a nice, hot shower and more brandy. Not that it will help me quell my lust.

I toss my leftovers in the back and pull out onto the street, counting the remaining blocks until that faithful turn into Brickel. The light turns red and I tap on the steering wheel. Home is so close I can taste it and this light wants to change for these pedestrians. I scan the crowd and envy the lack of fire in their eyes. The look of a person with nowhere to be. All except one.

I pull up to the curb and roll down the passenger window, smiling at my surprised assistant. "Walking alone again?"

"I happen to be a very self-sufficient person," she huffs. "Plus, it's just a few more blocks."

"No assistant of mine is going to walk around this city if they don't have to.” I motion for her to hop in. “Come on."

She hesitates, but eventually opens the door and gets in. All thoughts of showers and brandy evaporate as I pass my turn and drive towards Allie’s.

"What little place did you go to this time? Let me guess, they had dolphins deliver you the food on their flippers?"

"No, but the manatees' performance was fantastic." I glance at her, laughing at her stunned expression. "Allie, I'm kidding. Not every place I go to is fantastical."

"Oh really." She cocks her eyebrow at me. "What did you eat?"

I clear my throat and grip the steering wheel. "Lobster buffet."

"See!"

I don’t hesitate to reach into the back seat and present my plastic take-out bag. I had the waitress scribble the name "Allie" on the top while Zelia was in the bathroom. "I got you a doggie bag."

That sweet smile spreads across her lips as she snatches the bag from me. "Thanks."

"So." I nudge her. "How far did you get in the project? I was thinking tomorrow we could meet up in the morning and come up with an outline. I know it's a lot to cover so we can work small—"

"Oh, I already did that."

"Did what?"

"The outline. I've reviewed the entire project and already emailed you a shortlist of the top sections that need my attention. I've also attached a detailed outline that predicts that the bulk of the project can be completed within the next three months."

"Three months?" I gawk, torn between looking at the road or her smug expression. "Allie, this project is huge. There's no way we can pull off a presentation like this in that amount of time."

"You were the one that said this job required long hours and dedication to the research. I've crunched the numbers and unless you want to drag your heels, we can be showing this to the board by the time fall rolls around."

I double-park the car with a firm thud in front of her crappy two-story and pull out my tablet from the back.

"Jeez, you just have everything back there, huh?" she laughs as I open the screen.

"I make it a point to have everything I need accessible at all times." My fingers fly across the screen. My hairs stand up on ends as she peeks over my shoulder. "Alright, let's see what crazy scheme you've created."

We sit there for half an hour combing through everything she emailed. I do my best to poke holes and end up coming up short. The longer we talk, the broader her smile becomes. She has me on the ropes and she knows it. There’s nothing I can dispute and for the first time in a while, I feel like I just moved forward ten steps in Operation Water Park. My heart soars as I see the glint of pride in her eyes. "Allie, to say that I'm impressed is an understatement," I breathed, closing the tablet screen. "I'm so excited I could kiss you!"

My heart stutters and I throw my hands up in defense. "Sorry. Sorry. Bad choice of words. What I mean is, allow me to show you my gratitude for putting this together so quickly."

"No, that's okay." She laughs nervously, face flushed. "This lobster doggie bag and a decent paycheck are more than enough. Really." She steps out of the car and waves back at me. "Thanks for the ride."

"Tomorrow morning, get ready to have your socks knocked off from my gratitude," I declare. "I'm serious."

"Okay," she laughs, closing the door.

I roll down the window. "You just wait, Allie!" I yell.

"Goodbye, Saz," she laughs before disappearing inside. I roll up my tinted window and lean back in my seat with a huff. An ordinary man surrounded by geniuses. And I didn't deserve a single one.