Riley
One Month Later
Things had been going well at Evans Financial, and though I hadn’t seen the tons of opportunities Griffin had spoken about, I was pleased at work. I had Griffin’s arrival times memorized and timed it so I, just by chance, happened to arrive around the same time he did on a few days of the week.
Each of the interns had an hour of one-on-one time with Griffin each week. I’d admit, this annoyed the fuck out of me. It wasn’t that I felt threatened by any of them or thought that any of those guys had any interest in Griffin. At least, not like I did. But I was pissed off that the other four guys had any one-on-one time with him at all.
I always made sure to arrive just a few minutes before our meetings, and I made sure I took it right up to the last second of my hour time slot. Not only did we talk about actual work, but we managed to get in conversations about the business program at Michigan. I loved these conversations, and I had that advantage over the other interns, as none of them had attended Michigan.
Nearly every time we met, he spoke to some degree about the values he hoped to instill in his employees, like faithfulness and the greater good. Over and over, he talked about that and the abundant opportunities for those who believed in the same principles he did. For some reason, I got the impression that he didn’t talk to the other interns about it, and maybe it was because he knew I was planning on making my life here with Evans Financial. I wanted to make my life with Griffin. At the end of each visit with him, I would shake his hand and then immediately go to the men’s room and jack off with the hand that shook his. These were some of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had.
It was a Monday morning in late June when I pulled into the parking space across from where I expected Griffin to pull into any minute. In the vanity mirror, I checked my hair and teeth to make sure I was presentable. Just as I flipped the visor back up, Griffin’s black Mercedes approached and pulled into his reserved spot. Even though I had been able to time his arrival on Mondays, I had yet to be able to casually pull it off and walk inside with him. But today was looking like my lucky day.
I got out of my car just ahead of him and strolled around the back of my car as he was getting out of his. I decided to go for it and bid him a good morning because I thought if I didn’t, he might just go on his way inside and not see me at all.
“Morning, Mr. Evans,” I hollered and waved from behind my car. I wanted to make sure he saw my car.
Griffin looked in my direction, shielded his eyes from the sun, and then glanced at my car. With a large cup of coffee in his hand, he checked the aisle to make sure there weren’t any cars coming, then he made his way over to me.
“Good morning, Riley,” he returned the greeting and looked at my Mercedes. “You have exceptional taste in cars.”You do! I’m following your exceptional taste.“We have the same model,” Griffin said with a smile.
He took a step toward the building, and I fell into step alongside him. Being June, the humidity was heavy and made it feel like not only was my dress shirt suctioning to my body but like my tie was strangling me too.
“Yours is much newer.” I pointed out the obvious.
“Doesn’t matter. They’re damn fine cars.”
“True,” I agreed as we stepped onto the sidewalk from the parking lot.
Come on, fucking remember me!
“How long have you had yours?” Griffin inquired.
“Just a little over a month. I got it when I moved back here after I graduated from college.”After I saw that you had one.
“Are you originally from Grand Rapids?” Griffin asked and sounded genuinely interested.
Why can’t you fucking remember me?
“Yes. I grew up here but moved to Ann Arbor to go to school.”
“I knew there was something special about you.” Griffin laughed and sipped his coffee. “You’re a Grand Rapids boy and a University of Michigan grad. We have a lot in common.”
Of course we do.
“Well, once you own an S-Class Mercedes, you’ll never want anything else.”
I tried hard to concentrate on the conversation, but the fact that he said he knew there was something special about me made it hard to keep up with much.
“Yeah, it’s very comfortable and has a lot of power,” I said as Griffin pulled the door open and gestured with his coffee cup for me to go in ahead of him.
“They’re also built like tanks and incredibly spacious,” Griffin added.
I was desperate to keep the conversation going and hoped we could ride the elevator up alone. I pressed the button to call the elevator and saw three women walking toward the building.Please, fucking stay away, bitches.
“The trunk is huge,” I commented.
Griffin laughed and then took a sip from his cup.
