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It was real…it was too good not to be. He is so easy to be around and he wasn't all paws and sex. He said he really wants to be with me "in all ways offered to him" as he kissed my neck. He said he wants to "get to know me better" and "not rush anything." Who says that? Not any guys I have ever met before. I know that much.

I Tralen-Dream-Walk out of my room to the living area and I see the evidence that brings all the memories back as I head to the kitchen for coffee.

I think back to the sight of him telling me at the counter about the puppy pee. I can still feel my hand on his cock, his kiss… all those kisses… I want him back… I want all of him. I pick up the note on the counter with a pair of my black lace panties laying next to it.

I am giddy as I read it.
Outside your snoring I really enjoyed our first sleepover. I had to get to the storage sheds and go through what I want to have ready for the movers. I hope to see you later today. Thanks for dinner and a good time. It was by far my best first date ever. PS: I like the turquoise ones but can I see these on you tonight?

I blush and scream inwardly as I spin around and start jumping up and down. Then I halt my giddy demeanor. Did I snore? Dez said I did if I was sick tired or drunk. She said it was usually if I was on my back. I sigh in relief as I remember falling asleep face-down on his chest. Then I rack my brain, but I woke up face-up in bed. What the hell what is my problem? Why do I care if he heard me snore and why can't I stop smiling? I have kissed a guy before, but not like Tralen does it. I had sex with Luke; I had an orgasm once… I think?

I have a feeling Tralen might be able to provide redemption for the reputation of his species and their male prowess and if not, God plays some very cruel jokes sometimes.

I plan to test that theory… tonight. He said he hadn't had a girlfriend, not in while, and am I not waiting another three years to experience the kind of passion I had with the mystery man in the hallway a couple of weeks ago. Luke was it besides mystery goatee dude, and I want to forget them all.

I want Tralen to be only one I remember when I close my eyes.

Tralen-

I have everything moved in and I have spent the last five hours trying to get it all organized. I am looking for my phone so I can text Hadley just to see what she is doing and if she has plans this evening. I thought about asking her out to dinner. I saw her leave this morning on a jog earlier and she hasn't come back yet. I am starting to wonder if I should be worried when I see a sleek black Mercedes pull up and a dirty-blond wavy-haired man with a slight muscular build steps out and rounds the car to open the passenger side door… letting my girl out of his car? What the fuck is she doing with that guy?

Oh no this is what it is like with a girl like her and I walked right into it.

Wait, I know that Jack-Off. He is some big-wig corporate attorney that works for Greyson Capital, the company that is acquiring Mathis Engineering Inc. What is Hadley doing with him?

Maybe he's the one that gave her the watch. FUCK… thanking her for all the years of "service." I am going to be sick. I am the worst judge in women. Hadley is just like Nicole--even worse. She is a fucking escort, for Christ's sake.

I grab my jacket, pulling my phone and wallet off the table and putting them in my inside coat pocket. I decide as I make a beeline for the pickup in the drive that I am going to Jake's Sports Bar and Grill to watch the NBA playoff game. I'll just have a few beers and wait until a reasonably late hour to come back to my new townhouse.

When I finally get home and make my way to the top of the porch the motion detector light brightens the walk. Sitting in front of my door is a basket. It has a variety of movies, games, chocolates, crackers, cheeses, salami, a few bottles of imported beers, and the black lace panties are tied around the handle, with the note,
I guess I missed giving you a proper welcome on your first night home. Sweet Dreams
.

Hadley-

I hear him pull up outside but I am not getting up. I am not sure where he went but it is getting late. He didn't even call or text me today. I wonder if he has somebody else with him. In my house!!! Well, technically, it is just my building and after this morning it is his home for the next 12 months.

I don't understand; maybe he is just busy with the move and has to go to work tomorrow. I decide that I am not going to stress over a guy… especially when I just met him less than 24 hours ago.

Anyway, I got my closing notes prepared for the meeting at Mathis Engineering Inc., and I will be meeting with Mr. Greyson and Mr. Harrison for dinner Monday evening. Ben was kind enough to drop me home after I jogged to the office and worked for a few hours researching the company we acquired and are visiting tomorrow. He offered to give me a lift home when I ran into him in the elevators on my way out.

Ben dropped me off just before I heard Tralen leave. I had shaved everything in anticipation of clearing all obstacles and clearing paths for his hands, mouth and anything else that comes up! I waited at my place for him to come back. I had the basket and myself ready to take over to offer as a proper welcome, but he was out most of the night. After I got tired I decided to just drop the basket off on his porch steps with a note that sends a clear message that it was his loss.

I drift off and then I hear a chirp from my phone and I wonder who would be texting me this late. It is Tralen.

D: Thanks for the basket and giving up your panties for me to sleep with I love it. Good Night. Do you have plans tomorrow evening?

I so want to say that I am free but I have dinner plans with Mr. Greyson; no way I can brush him off.

H: Unfortunately, I have dinner plans for work tomorrow evening and it may run late. Not sure what your schedule looks like, but I don't have any plans besides work for the rest of week or weekend
.

Chapter ELEVEN

Wellness Room

Tralen-

I am at work. I didn't sleep worth a shit. Hadley was already gone when I left this morning. I kept wondering how many dinner dates she goes on for "work" and if this is really the life she wants for herself. She could be so much more. However, she says she doesn't have plans for the rest of the week. Maybe she only does it for supplemental income? I glance down at the time on my watch.

There is a big closing meeting in five minutes and I guess one of the "Head Honchos" is going to be presenting on the merger consolidation timelines, plans and resource allocation. It will most likely be another snoozer, like the HR one discussing moving out benefits, plans and 401Ks. Therefore I brought my laptop, so I could work on my waterlines blueprint I am drafting up for the city sewage plant. It is our largest contract in the pipeline and I will have it completed by the end of the week.

I head to the boardroom and take a seat around the table. Besides myself, there are about 10 others from the company that will be managing decisions related to the merger guidelines and expediting our consolidation. We need it wrapped up so we can compete for other government contracts that require a water planning expert. That is my specialty, and I gather why I was picked to sit at this table.

I am studying the program on my laptop when the room starts to fill up and I hear some familiar voices surrounding me in the chairs. Then I hear that giggle and the fingers that were flying over the keys freeze on my laptop. I risk a peek up and see her with her arm on his coat sleeve, laughing as he leans into her.

It's her, Hadley--what the hell is she doing here? She can't be Greyson's "Right Hand Man" leading this consolidation? It is one of their largest and is almost a billion dollar deal. She is just a stripper, isn't she?

No, correction. She was never just a "stripper" to me. She is the "right hand" SVP of Mergers and Acquisitions, I see on the agenda right in front of me: Hadley Masters. She is a whirlwind of contradictions, is what she is.

She goes to get herself some coffee and set up the presentation slides in the back of the room. She hasn't looked up yet. I use it as my chance to sneak to the bathroom and throw some cold water on my face and gather my scruples. I need to get it together before she sees me in there. It is not like I can hide from her forever. We work together now.

Hadley-

I am waiting for everyone to take their seats as I queue up the first slide. It displays my name, title and position within the company. As usual, I noticed that I was the only woman in the room. I never make eye contact when initially surveying my audience; I look at each person's shoes. This guy who just came in has great shoes… I make the mistake of following the crease in his pant leg up and meet the familiar bulge I had in my hand two nights ago, before I moved it off to his hip.

My eyes travel up his chest to meet his face. He has shaved close. He is wearing an off-white sweater and dark tan linen pants. I am told most of their very skilled creative design team work remotely and are not suits who work from the downtown office. Those folks are more administrative roles, like accounting, human resources and legal. His skills in Infrastructure Management are utilized at Mathis Engineering. Their area and his talents are two of the main reasons we looked at investing in their company in the first place! I had no idea!

My heart just lost its footing and is sitting somewhere between my stomach and the barbell that is pierced through my skin just above my clitoris.

It was supposed to increase my pleasure and according to Dez, it worked for her and I must just not be doing it right. I failed to mention to her at the time that I hadn't actually had sex with anyone. Dez gave me the piercing about seven years ago. Dez was a tattoo and piercing specialist and owned her own shop before Tyler sold it to go back to school after she passed away. She planned it all out for him. All he had to do was follow the phases in the plan I helped her strategize. However, according to her plan Tyler was supposed to have met someone new about six months ago. To my knowledge he was coming in behind schedule on achieving that milestone.

I am glad I was just surveying the room and not speaking when I saw Tralen. I am sure I would have bit my tongue and screwed up my speech. I get through the presentation without looking directly at him. He did me a favor by lowering his head down behind his laptop so he wasn't staring or hanging off my every word.

However, I could see that tick in Tralen's jaw return every time Ben would reach around me and touch my back, which he seemed to like to do a lot, or speak and pull me in like we were sending out a shared message--like I was supposed to be his "trophy" to show off. I was starting to get a little pissed off at his caveman tendencies but I bit my tongue. I had never been involved in this part of the process and I wanted Mr. Greyson to know I could handle myself and the additional responsibility and be proud of my accomplishments.

Once the presentation was done and I answered questions, we wrapped it up. I was approaching Tralen to acknowledge one another directly when Ben comes up behind me, hands on my hips, and whispers into my ear, "You ready to get some lunch?"

Tralen-

Oh, this fucker better not keep touching her back and now her hips, rubbing his shit against her body that is clad in a form-fitting black dress with a slit above her left knee. She has dark red suede heels and belt and silver and red jewelry. She had such class and grace. How could I ever have thought she was just a "stripper"?

How she moves on that pole, though, is more than erotic. It was like a fantasy coming to life. She seems oblivious to everything around her when she dances. It reminded me of Cody and how he is with his guitar when he plays--like they are somewhere else behind their closed eyes.

"Mr. Harrison, good to see you again, Sir."

I walk toward them and she freezes. I put my hand out for her to take. When she looks into my eyes with relief and puts her hand in mine, I pull her from his hip grip and into my side. I reach around her from the other side and stick my hand out for Mr. Harrison to shake, continuing with, "As I understand it, you may have already gotten yourself the opportunity to steal her away for dinner this evening. So I hope you don't mind, but I already made plans with Ms. Masters for lunch."

Yeah, that's right, dumbass, look confused. Ben gives me an icy glare but I am not intimidated by this yuppie fucker. I have never backed down from a challenge worth taking.

Hadley is smirking at me as we walk down the hall to the elevator. I grin over my shoulder at her as she pauses before it and I pull her past the elevator to the stairwell. We are only on the sixth floor and I want to take her somewhere private and close. I want to tell her what I need to, what I should have already. Then I can kiss her and see what bases she might allow me to round once we are in the "Wellness Room."

I have missed her soft skin under my palms. I need to see if she has those black lace panties on under her black dress.

Hadley-

He has my hand in his and takes me down two flights before he pulls me through the door back into an empty hallway lined with doors. We take our first left as Tralen swipes his badge over a lock for the "Wellness Room", as the sign next to the door reads. He tugs my hand, clasped in his, into the dimly-lit room and lets the lock catch as it closes behind us.

Tralen pulls me to his chest and starts kissing up the side of my neck as a whimper escapes my lips. His tongue trails up my jaw as he catches my mouth with his. Both his hands and all ten fingers are pulling the sides of my snug black dress up over my thighs. Just then he lies back on the reclining chair and pulls me to him, hooking one of my legs over him. I slide up and straddle him while he lies back on the chair. My red lace panties draw his attention and he shakes his head while murmuring, "Looks like you are holding out on me" as he sits forward, taking my earlobe in his mouth and sucking it hard. I squirm above him.

"I am getting us comfortable so we can talk," he states in my ear, waiting for my response. I just smile and nod, and I put my hair behind my ears and find a comfortable position with his bulge nudged between my legs. It is pressing against the damp warmth of my red lace panties. Inside I am reeling from it all… I am at work; I can't believe I am doing this. I have never done anything like this. He smiles back at me and proceeds, "Then we visit the deli down on the next floor for some soup and a sandwich."

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