Lex (Unconventional Hearts) (2 page)

They can eye bang me all they want. They just
can’t touch. There’s only one male in my life allowed to touch and
that’s Daniel, my bisexual secretary. Who’s such a doll and more
Butch than Sundance. That’s who I need to help relieve the painful
throbbing between my smooth toned legs.

Knowing Roni left and is probably stewing
back in her large upstairs apartment that’s over my four car
garage, I decide to drive to work alone today. At least now Wynonna
and I can get some alone time without Sassy Britches ruining my
country buzz.

Clicking my three-inch heels through the
house on my pristine dark wood floors, I open the white back door
and swinging screen door, and lock the house up. Stepping down the
three back steps, I head to the garage. I think I’ll drive the
black Jag today. It’s more impressive, and I need to woo my newest
investors.

Here goes nothing.

Chapter Two

“Good morning, Ms. Keagan,” Daniel brightly
greets sitting behind his immaculately organized desk that sits
right outside my office. He’s a handsome fella. I don’t call him a
man because, well—he’s barely twenty-one. Still rather wet behind
the ears. Although he is sweet, eager, educated, and hardworking.
In more ways than one.

Pushing open my door to my spacious and
beautiful office, I turn to him.

“Now, please.” I naughtily smile and
wink.

I know this is completely against all moral
ethics, but I need a release. I’m already in pain for allowing
myself to wait all weekend for Monday morning and Daniel’s big
juicy lips to service me.

“Yes, Ma’am.” He’s already excited—good—I
need some of his happiness to transfer to me. After this morning,
I’m feeling rather…blah.

Sauntering over to my black leather high back
executive chair, I pull my dress up just as he shuts the door and
flips the lock. Sliding down my frilly pink lace panties, I shuffle
them to the floor and step out of them.

“You’re so hot, Ms. Keagan.” He groans, using
his hand to rub the rather hard cock poking in his trousers.

“You may pleasure yourself while you do your
job.” I sweetly state, taking a seat in my empowering chair.
Something about this chair makes me feel even more powerful than
being just the owner to a major beauty care company.

It doesn’t take him but fifteen seconds and
he’s kneeled between my legs, on my soft tan carpet greedily diving
in, sucking on me as he pumps his iron rod fast between his
legs.

“That’s good.” I coax, gently running my
hands through Daniel’s thick black hair, leaning back and admiring
the view of him going to town between my legs. Slurping, sucking
and the more excited he gets the louder he moans, as his tongue
feverishly licks and nibbles me in all the right places. He feels
so good!

I’m close! Already so close, it never takes
me very long. Forcefully grabbing a fistful of his hair, I hump his
face, fucking his mouth with each sloppy, hard thrust of my
undulating hips. Panting, sweat beading on the back of my neck, my
heart excitedly hammering in my chest. I can feel the tingle
sparking manically between my legs.

I’m going to come!

“I’m going to…” I moan, my legs contracting,
body shaking on the brink of ecstasy.

Sucking on me extra hard, I loose myself in
carnal bliss, my hands painfully grip his hair, and I come, hard.
Squirting my hot nectar all over his saliva saturated mouth.
Readily he drinks all of me down with a feral grunt and a spastic
release of his own seed into his palm.

Good. Now that, that’s out of the way, I can
think straight and prepare for my meeting.

“What do you mean you want stake in the
company?” I calmly and respectfully ask. Even though it’s torturing
me not to raise my overly feminine voice a few octaves to give
their egocentric ears something to cry home about.

“Keagan Cosmetics and Creams is a company we
want to own a part of.”

I think I’m hearing him correctly, but if he
thinks I’m sharing, he’s lost his damn mind. These Saks reps were
supposed to be here to talk long-term contract, to supply their
stores with my cosmetics and beauty products. Not negotiate a
company partnership. I can’t blame them for wanting exclusivity in
owning a portion of what I’ve spent the past eight years building
from the ground up. Nevertheless, I surely didn’t do all of this
work for someone else to reap the benefits.

Yeah—right, I wasn’t born yesterday.

“We’d pay you twenty-one million for fifty
percent partnership.”

Yes, I’m sure they would. Rolling my eyes, I
turn to see Roni, gripping the edge of the conference table, about
to come unglued. If she does, I almost fear for their lives.
Sometimes I swear she’s more boy than girl. Shooting guns, hunting,
fishing, NASCAR, hot rods… Like I said—total tomboy.

“Listen gentleman.” I soothe sexily and
stand, smoothing my dress down the side of my thin body.

It’s time to work my God-given charm. It
should be illegal to get away with all I do. Roni says it’s because
I’m
smokin
’; her words not mine.

Slowly walking around the table my eyes
forever watching the men, I stop between the two who are drooling
the most, and I sit up on the table between them, cross my long
lithe legs, making sure the one with the silver heart anklet is
rested outward. Some men love ankle decorations and it’s obvious
they do. They’re devouring me with their eyes, from my white heels
all the way up to my hair, and back.

“So, gentleman.” I’m the first to speak and
leaning over slightly, I run my finger suggestively around the
pressed white shirt collar of the handsome forty something man in
an expensive, tailored business suit. Hunching my shoulders just a
bit, I allow my dress to gape just slightly at the top to give him
a little view of my breasts. Which, by the way, are not cupped with
a bra. I don’t need one; my boobs are forever perky. I’ve been
implanted twice in the past ten years and they are just supple
enough to make you question if they’re real or fake, but they’re
fake. I wouldn’t be a D cup if they weren’t.

“Yes…” He gulps and licks his big perverted
married lips.

Time to go in for the kill.

“Donnie, I don’t want to sell any part of my
big ol’ company to yours.” I pout and baby talk to him, batting my
naturally thick black eye lashes that encase my pouty ice blue
eyes. I’m fully aware that this man sitting here, hanging on my
every word is married, and his name is Donald Beardsley. I’m fairly
certain no one calls him Donnie, except me, just now. I have that
cute factor to get away with just about anything. My curse—if you
will.

Trailing my finger from his collar to his
tie, I pull it from the confines of his double-breasted suit
jacket, and seductively slide the blue patterned silk delicately
through my thin French manicured fingers.

He’s panting already and his dark brown
soulful eyes are sparking fireworks of animalistic lust right at
me.

“Now, Donnie… You wouldn’t want to ruin this
deal because you want to own part of my company. Would you? How
about…” I pause for effect and sigh, long and sensuously,
devilishly smiling on the inside for playing such a convincing
seductress.

“Oh…never mind…” I breathily come back with a
deeply saddened tone and pout my glossy bottom lip.

Quickly removing my hands from his tie, he
folds my hands into his. He-man here to fix his damsel in distress,
works every time.

“Tell me Lex… May I call you, Lex?” He sounds
desperate and that’s good, that’s very good.

I weakly nod with a frown.

“Tell me what you were going to say.”

Lightly gnawing on my bottom lip, I look down
and away from his handsome aged face. Trying desperately to keep up
my play and not laugh.

Cupping my chin, he sweetly tilts my head so
our gazes meet and his nostrils flair. He’s hard right now. I’d lay
fifty million on it.

“Please.” Okay, now he’s resorted to begging.
Alright, that’s a good boy.

“I want to have your stores sell my products,
Donnie, but I’ve worked so very hard for my company. I can’t let it
go. I’m sorry.”

Firmly biting my bottom lip and hooding my
eyes, faking shy nervousness. I know this Alpha has a deep seeded
need to fix my sadness and surly that would include banging me on
this table, but he’s a professional and I know he’d never actually
come out and court me that way. It’s not in a business man’s
repertoire to be so garishly forthcoming, especially those of them
who are married and probably bored to death with their personal
lives. I know what will come after this. I’d lay money on it.

Ten minutes later, my hand still resting in
his, he’s signing the contract with the other. We already had this
specific contract prepared and now my products will not only be
sold at Macy’s, Nordstrom’s and online, they will be at Saks, and I
have an exclusive Saks only collection I’m already conjuring up.
What a sweet life.

Chapter Three

“I swear to God himself, Lex, I don’t
understand how men are seriously that dimwitted.”

I hear this from Roni every time I’m forced
to break out the charm to secure a client, vendor or whatever else.
Even the women I’ve dealt with, eat me up. Roni doesn’t do charm,
her idea of charm is a baseball bat to the knee until you cry
uncle, not exactly subtle. I feel very sorry for Bob if and when,
he does cross her moodiness at the wrong time. Hell hath no
fury…

Leaving her to run the production part of our
plant, I head back to my office, where I’m greeted warmly with iced
tea in my pink tumbler, a turkey club, and a smile from Daniel.
He’s an amazing secretary.

“Thanks.” I accept his thoughtfulness and
retire to do some much needed work and eat. My job is never
done.

A soft knock sounds at my door and Daniel
enters without needed permission. “I wanted to drop these off
before I leave for the day.” He smiles, coming to my oversized
leather topped ornately carved black executive desk that I found at
a rummage sale and had it refinished, it’s surely one of a
kind.

“You’re leaving?” I ask, once he sets the
stunning white urn, spilling with bountiful amounts of beautiful
green orchids with pink centers, on the corner of my desk. Offering
me a mischievous, sagacious grin, he hands me the tiny card.

Without even looking at the card, I know who
this is from and I know what he wants.

“You read it already, didn’t you?” I take the
card, dropping it with a thump on my desk.

Nodding, with a dirty grin he confirms my
assumption.

“It’s from Donald, isn’t it? I’ve been
working in here since my meeting, haven’t I? Which means it’s five
thirty, and you’re ready to go home.”

Nodding again, he takes a seat on the left
chair astride the front of my desk and folds his hands in his lap.
Still grinning like a wily child.

“Yes, Ms. Keagan, it’s from Donald.”

“And…”

“He would like you to accompany him to dinner
tonight at Vino’s.”

I’m sure he would, however, I must decline. I
have a lot of work still to power through, and I’m going to be busy
all week. This new account atop of the rest of my company, I can’t
seem to get a moments rest.

“No, thank you, please send him my sincerest
apologizes before you leave. I will be pulling an all-nighter. And
with Roni on my case, it couldn’t have come at a better time.”

Dropping his sweet smile, he shakes his head
with a furrowed brow. “Lex, I know about the online dating. She
filled me in. You do need to get out there and find a partner, it
might help.”

Uh…huh…sure it’ll help. It’ll help put me
into an early grave. Should start digging the hole myself, to get a
head start. I learned my lesson the last time I attempted to seek
understanding of my past, with a boyfriend, and I have the
emotional and physical scars to prove it. I’m not walking that path
again. When I was younger, I was rather enthusiastic about love and
life. I wanted to get out there and experience things, to open
myself up and let people in. My first serious boyfriend blew that
to smithereens when I was twenty-one, and I’ve refused to get
physically close to anyone again. Except Daniel, he accepts me the
way I am. All five foot eight of me, with silky jet-black hair
hitting the middle of my back, pale skin, blue eyes, and an entire
abdomen and back littered with ugly visible scars. Belt scars,
knife scars, burn scars, switch scars, even high heel scars.
Without divulging too much, let’s just say between my father and my
ex, Brian, I’ve had enough physical pain to last me six lifetimes,
and if you add the emotional abuse, double that number.

“I’ll think about it.” I give him my best
diplomatic answer. I don’t need to think on it. I don’t want to.
I’m happy with the way things are. I live two houses down from my
mom; I have my best friend living above my garage in her own
two-bedroom luxury apartment. I own a huge five bedroom, three
bath, white colonial, with a huge front porch. My entire house has
been refurbished back to part of its original state. It has eleven
foot ceilings in both the upstairs and down and killer moldings.
There isn’t just a living room, I have a sitting room right off the
entry by the stained glass all original double front doors. Off the
kitchen, I have a small office with library. It’s a superb home,
and I take a lot of pride in it and keeping with its originality
along with adding a few modern touches.