The Spark

Plum

I put away all my work folders and documents and pack them in their respective drawers, then go to my bathroom to freshen up.

Usually, I wouldn’t say I like to put on a lot of makeup—just eyeliner, lipstick, and eyeshadow. Once I finish, I take the rest of my stuff and head out.

I make a mental note to buy dinner at my favorite restaurant, Tasha’s, as my meeting is in the same area. Something good at least has to come out of this darn meeting.

I call my driver getting ready to head out of the lobby. I hope I can make it in time. I hate being late. That means I have to be extra nice and apologetic—that has never been my style…ever.

The car comes around, and we head to the meeting.

A few minutes later, the driver drops me off at a familiar building. There have been some major changes made to it, but it still looks familiar.

I make my way to the reception. A beautiful lady smiles at me and then blinks at me, like she is remembering something. I think she just realized who I am.

I smile and give her a handshake. Instead of shaking back, she pulls me in for a hug and tells me how she is such a fan. I hug her back and thank her for the compliments she’s been giving me.

She walks with me to the boardroom, and we continue our chat. We hug one last time—she’s adorable, what can I say? She tells me the meeting will start in five minutes.

I ask her who exactly am I meeting, but she just blushes and says I will find out real soon. I nod and give her a reassuring smile.

While I wait, I call Maggie to update her on the bookings, and she’s hella happy. (She went on a retreat—you know those ones where you go to find yourself? No wonder she’s so happy all the time.)

I say goodbye once I hear voices. I perk up and put on my best smile as they walk in. It’s in fact two men—tall, one is bulky and the other is lean, yummy in their own different way.

And then I see a familiar smile.

Shit! My smile instantly fades.

Damien

I see her smile fade, and I know this meeting could go either way. She’s going to lose her shit once George leaves.

I see her amber eyes darken as she puts the pieces of my plan together.

“Damien?”

I hurry and say, “Yes, and this is my partner, George,” while pushing George in front of me.

She smiles and gets up to greet George, and then I see all the curves that I love to worship.

Fuck… That dress she’s wearing. It drives me wild. I harden immediately. The guy downstairs remembers her very well.

My brain becomes foggy. It’s been too long since I’ve had her.

I need a taste, to feel her squirm in my arms.

I text my assistant to leave the office keys with me. I plan to be “working late.”

I send George a text saying he must leave us in ten minutes, with a wink emoji. He checks it and chuckles and says he’ll do it, but I owe him. I say it’s fine.

I have one objective right now, and she’s looking right at me.

I am going to fuck Plum—hard.

Plum

Damien Da-Silva is a dead man! He thinks I’ve been a bitch before? Well, he’s going to see a bitch fit today.

George starts by thanking me for making it. He heard from my assistant that I usually don’t do meetings at this time and wanted to apologize for any inconvenience he may have caused me. I really appreciated that.

I calm down and thank him for his kind nature. He gets up, shakes my hand, and says that’s basically why he wanted to meet me. This was actually Damien’s meeting.

I nod, not looking at Damien because if looks could kill, he would be dead right now.

He pats Damien on his shoulder and whispers, “Good luck!”

Damien walks after George, I see him lock the door after him. He turns around and gives me his million-dollar smile.

“Are you fucking with me, Damien?” I ask. “You know this will not end well for you.”

He chuckles. “What now? Our meetings have been such sweet sorrow for you?” Chuckling again as he looks at his watch.

“Aren’t you full of surprises today, Damien. You must have lost your mind if you think—”

He walks quickly toward me and my breath hitches. Oh shit. Nope, I can’t do this with him. I get nervous but I hide it—never show the enemy weakness.

He licks his succulent pink lips. “Do I look like I’m joking, baby bear? Plus after our phone conversation today, I’m in no mood for your mind games, but you do know what I am in the mood for?”

“What?’ It comes out as a whisper.

“Giving you pleasure…”

I can smell his cologne. He’s looking down on me like I’ve been a very bad girl.

He gives me an evil smile and bends down to smell me—his beard brushes my cheek, and I let out a squeaky childish giggle. It’s soft, and I want to pull it closer to me, but I resist.

I nudge him off my face to grab ahold of my senses and decide I won’t indulge in his advances today.

I roll my seat back and get up to walk away from him. Now that there’s some distance between us, I can think clearly. I sneak a peek and check him out from head to toe.

He is a really tall motherfucker—about six foot two with broad shoulders, lean muscles showing through his sleek suit.

He’s always assumed I was into big buff guys because of my ex, but he’s actually my type. I’ll never tell him, of course—I’ll keep that little secret to myself, thank you!

I ignore that tempting bulge that he unashamedly shows me and focus on his face.

He’s got caramel-brown eyes, medium-thick pink lips, a beard that’s been trimmed to match his facial structure (oh did I tell you how much I love beards?), and soft short curly black hair.

His voice takes me out of my ogling, and I blink too quickly for my liking.

“Now, here’s what’s going to happen, baby,” he grabs me and pushes me to the table. “I need you to sit on that boardroom table and roll up your pretty dress—or take it off. It really doesn’t matter to me.”

I laugh sarcastically.

“I wouldn’t hold my breath if I were you... Not. Going. To. Happen.”

I seem to have pissed him off because he picks me up so quickly (with no effort—you would swear I’m not a big girl) and puts me on the table. He starts kissing me. He shoves his tongue in my mouth and starts tasting all of me.

Oh, damn, he’s rough at first (I like it rough), and then he goes slow and kisses me, as if it was the first time all over again.

A few minutes pass. He stops and catches his breath, and I catch mine.

He puts his face on my neck and breathes in. “What are you doing to me, baby bear? You know that you’re my fantasy, right?” he whispers in my ear.

He rolls up my tight dress to my tummy and grinds himself on my semi-wet panties, and I can feel all of him.

“Can you feel that, baby? He’s also missed you so much.”