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Alexa roused with a start and a groan as she stretched. “What time is it?”
My hand, freed of its restraint, moved to cup her breast, my best handhold. My cock surged against her. “Playtime I think.”
She rubbed her ass against me. “That sounds good, but I meant the clock time.”
Tweaking her nipple with my thumb and forefinger, I reminded her, “The clock’s on your side now.”
She had moved it last night. She levered up on an elbow. “Shit.” She settled back down and twist around to face me grabbing my achingly hard cock. “We don’t have time.”
I pulled her close. “Sure we do.”
She pushed away. “How would it look if I didn’t open on time on my first day in business? Thor is going to have to wait.” She’d thrown out her broken electric pleasure toy and transferred the name to my cock.
“I could soap you down in the shower while I pound you into forgetting about the time.”
She kissed me quickly and slipped away. “No way Casanova. I know how you operate, and I don’t have that kind of time.”
“I love you, but next time, I’m not letting you sleep in.”
She trudged into the bathroom. “Fine. But this morning is my first day and how would it look if I didn’t open on time?”
A minute later I heard the shower water start and planned a different attack. “What time are you closing today?” I yelled.
“Noon. I need time to get ready for our fundraising dinner tonight.” Tonight was the Three Sisters Fund dinner that she’d mentioned that first day we saw each other again.
“I’ll have Albert pick you up,” I yelled.
“Thank you.”
* * *
Alexa
It was almosttime to open for my first day of business on my own when I ran my hand over the glass frame that held my framed CPA license on the wall. It hung in the middle of the wall behind my desk, flanked on either side by my two Columbia diplomas that I no longer felt ashamed of.
Chelsea’s logic that I’d earned my graduation through hard work and diligence even though Evan had helped me get accepted to school had never completely won me over.
Gwen’s idea though had solved my dilemma. She said that getting in was only the first one percent of the journey and that I owned the remaining ninety-nine percent.
With that in mind, I’d carefully trimmed one percent off the edges and re-framed them—problem solved.
Yesterday Evan had helped me set up the small space. As I looked around, it wasn't much, but it was mine. This morning Brooklyn Accounting would open up for business for the first time.
My one client, Mr. Perez was scheduled to come over at eleven thirty. How to bring in more business now loomed as a problem that I hadn’t addressed.
Mr. Perez had said he’d recommend me to his brother in the Bronx, but I wondered if this was too far away for him.
Pushing that aside for today, I let pride of accomplishment fill me. I had my own space with my name on the outside. I had a real office, one with as much space as Sydney had. I’d made it. I wasn’t a student any longer, I was now an independent Brooklyn businesswoman.
Evan had insisted I splurge and get a real office chair, so I had a new one with a mesh back and almost as many adjustments as his.
Even though everything else was second-hand, the office was luxurious in my view with space for three visitor chairs, two file cabinets, and even a credenza. Outside, I had more file cabinets and even a desk for my assistant when I had the business to justify one.
Someone knocked on the glass and I went out to find Daddy and my uncle on the sidewalk.
“We thought we’d stop by,” Daddy said as soon as I unlocked the door.
He took me into one of his bear-hugs, the kind I was always happy to receive. “You have no idea how proud I am of you,” he said into my hair.
