“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.
She hooked her finger into my belt loop and bit the inside of her jaw.
“Mercedes, what?” She asked as she rubbed my dick through the material of my pants. Once more, it hardened in seconds.
“Tim, I don’t know why you’re playing hard to get. Your mouth is saying you don’t want it, but your dick is telling another story.”
“Why do you keep trying to fuck with me, Mercedes, and you know I’m married?” I asked as I caught her wrist.
Her head snapped back like I slapped her, “Timothy, I’m trying to fuck you. Not fuckwithyou. You and Breeze must have hidden a body together. I know you’re not leaving her. I respect that. Besides, I’m fresh out of an eight-year marriage. I’m not trying to be locked down. I just feel like we have unfinished business,” she snapped as she threw her arm on her hip.
I chuckled and sat back down. In a way, her response was exactly what I needed to hear. I knew firsthand that it could get tricky with women if feelings got involved. I need someone who understands that this would be sex only and a one-time thing. Not someone who expected a long-term situation and wanted to cause problems for my wife.
I looked up at her, trying to figure out how to word my next sentence without it sounding as bad as it did in my head.
“So, you just want to fuck me?” I asked for clarity.
“Tim, English is my first language. I know a little ASL too, if you need me to spell it out for you,” she shot back. I laughed.
“So, you’re telling me you’d be cool with one time only?”
“I can’t say that I might not want the dick again. I mean, if you give dick to anyone once and they aren’t the least bit interestedin doubling back, it wasn’t good. But what I can tell you is that I’m not the person you have to worry about causing problems in your marriage. This isn’t Heartbreak Hotel. I’m not going to be sitting outside on your doorstep singing love songs.” She chuckled.
“Aight, we’ll see,” I said.
Her eyebrows rose, she looked more shocked than appeased, “We’ll see? What about wifey?”
“She’s good, I’ll tell her,” I answered quickly without going into detail. She didn’t have to know the specifics; all she needed to know was that there was nothing that my wife would be left in the dark about. Shit could get messy if she were walking around thinking she had a secret she could hold over Breeze’s head.
“Well, in that case, I saw her on your website. Bring her fine ass too.” She laughed as she slid back onto the desk and crossed her legs.
