Quieting the engine, I stepped out of the truck and walked toward the front entrance.
“Good morning, Nat. Where’s my wife?” I asked as I strolled through the lobby and shook hands with some of the customers waiting nearby.
“Good morning, boss. I have no clue, I tried to reach her earlier and couldn’t get her,” she answered.
I nodded, “Okay, send her my way when she makes it in.” I bypassed her desk and went upstairs.
The first thing I did was check my emails, and the first one I saw was from a customer; the subject line read "COMPLAINT." Bold and it was in all caps. It pissed me off. Once I read it, I called Breeze’s cousin immediately. I had been going back and forth with him about the complaint when she walked in with wide eyes and some wings from our favorite spot.
She took a seat in my lap until I finished talking. Then she laughed at me as I explained to her what her cousin had done.
“Where have you been? I went to your office this morning, and you weren’t there?” I questioned while rubbing her thigh.
"Ran some errands and picked up food,” she answered, then set the bag of food on my desk and took out some garlic parmesan wings, placing them in front of me.
“Cool. We need to talk later.”
“Okay, about what?” she asked, frowning.
“We’ll talk later; this isn’t the right time or place,” I doubled down and then kissed her cheek.
Then her phone vibrated in her purse, and she stood from my lap and gave me a quick kiss.
“I have to take this call,” she said in a rush as I opened the container of food. I nodded and slapped her ass as she walked out the door.
I wanted to talk to her and see where her mind was about the solo encounter. I didn’t want to rush her, but I also wanted to keep her in the loop about the fact that I had someone in mind. Something was telling me that Mercedes would be the person I spent twenty-four hours with. As long as she agreed, could give me clean test results, and understood the terms, then I felt like everything was a go.
***
“Good morning, Tim. Didn’t think that I was ever going to hear back from you,” Mercedes giggled as we walked through the lobby of the bank and into her office. It had been a week since our last meeting, and I hadn’t used the number that she had given me until yesterday, when I asked when she was free to discuss the new terms that she had proposed for my customers.
As she walked ahead of me, I tried not to watch the way her hips swayed and how good her ass looked in those slacks, so I just kept my eyes forward.
She pushed the door open, let me walk inside first, and then closed it behind her.
“I spoke to the two clients who you did quotes for. They want to move forward,” I informed her, taking a seat and jumping right into part of my reason for the visit.
“What about you. Do you want to move forward?” she asked as she scanned my body and then sat down with a look of lust on her face.
“Mercedes, chill. You said you could be professional,” I warned her.
“I am.” She smirked, lying as she leaned forward with her hands underneath her chin. “I meant, do you want to move forward with the partnership. The branch manager has asked if I heard from you every day since you left. I feel like it’s mutually beneficial for all parties. Your customers are happy; they get better rates. Both you and the bank make money, I meet my quotas, everybody wins.”
She turned on the pink fan that was nearby.
I didn’t speak, just thought about it. They were honestly some of the best rates that I had ever seen.
Sensing my hesitation, she slowly stalked around the desk and came to stand in front of me. She was leaning against it, standing between my legs. I sat back in the chair and looked up at her. Had she done this a month ago, I would probably have had a very different reaction. But the tides had changed in my marriage. We both agreed on having solo experiences, and the longer Mercedes looked down at me with those pouty lips, the more I came to terms with asking her.
“Tim,” she groaned barely above a whisper as she grabbed the back of my neck and leaned down toward me. I turned my head when she tried to kiss me. Then I grabbed her wrist from my neck and looked back toward the door.
“I locked it,” she assured.
She came closer. Her body was so close to me that I was face to face with her breasts now as she cupped the back of my head and let her hands roam down the back of my shirt.
“Mercedes,” I warned her. But admittedly, I could feel my dick starting to brick up. It was a crazy feeling. One that ended just as quickly when my shit got soft as soon as I thought about Breeze. I started feeling guilty as hell.
I pushed her back gently and stood to my feet. Her brows furrowed as she gave me a confused glare. Neither of us spoke for a few beats. I was in my head trying to figure out how to bring up the topic, and she was probably figuring out if she could take it further.
