Page 22 of Finessed By A Hood White Boy

I noticed Ethan cut his eyes in his brother’s direction. His teeth clenched before he opened his mouth to speak again.

“Does it really matter? Besides, I get a plus one. She’s my assistant, so it’s a part of her job to be in attendance upon my request. Stephanie, you’ll be there, won’t you?”

“Yes, I will.” She nodded.

“Exactly.” He focused back on me. “Will that be a problem?” he asked.

“No…no sir.” I cleared my throat.

“Then it’s settled.”

Taking that as my cue to dismiss myself, I walked out of the office and gently closed the door behind me. I sat at my desk and started going through the stack of papers that were piled up, organizing them into folders. I had never attended an upscale art exhibition. Hell, or even just a charity event in general. What am I going to wear? I questioned myself because I damn sure didn’t have anything to blend in with this particular class of people. I was so caught up in my thoughts and trying to come up with a plan to get out of going that, again, I didn’t hear Ethan speaking to me.

“Ava.”

“Yes? I’m sorry.” I apologized, tucking my hair behind my ear.

“This is the entry ticket you need when you arrive at the event. Make sure you wear a nice dress or whatever makes you feel comfortable.” He placed the envelope in front of me.

For a second, I hesitated to say what was on my mind as I glanced toward my office door before speaking. I wasn’t trying to jeopardize my job by declining the invite. Lord knows I needed that job.

“Um, is it really mandatory that I come? This exhibition sounds very upscale, and I don’t have anything suitable or what I would consider appropriate to wear. I know you said it’s a part of my job to be there, but with all due respect, Mr. Whitmore, I don’t think I will be able to make it.” I spoke low.

“I just gave you this ticket, so you’ll be there. I’ll make sure that everything else will fall into place. Matter of fact, you can leave and enjoy the rest of your day.”

“Are you sure? I still have to finish sorting through these papers.” My eyebrows furrowed.

“Well, once you’re finished, you’re free to go. Also, I want you to call me Ethan unless I tell you otherwise.”

“Yes, sir.” I nodded.

“Ava…” he sighed.

I swear every time he said my name, it sent a shiver down my spine and made my pussy twitch.

“Sir?” I looked up into his eyes.

I watched as he took a few steps toward me. I’m sure if my desk wasn’t a barrier we’d be toe to toe. He leaned in, his hands placed on the desk, while he literally gazed into my soul.

“Call me sir one more time, and I’ma have to show you a sir. Do you understand me?”

He had this smirk on his face, and his eyes had this lustful sparkle. My panties were soaking wet as I nodded without breaking eye contact.

“Yes.” My voice came out in a whisper.

“Fuck around and find out if you want to. Fair warning.” He winked.

I was speechless and tried to hide the grin that attempted to form on my lips.

“Enjoy the rest of your day, beautiful.” He winked again before walking away.

I thought I was having hot flashes. Hurriedly, I finished organizing my desk and took my ass home.

On the phone, I maneuvered my way around the kitchen, putting away the dishes I had cleaned. Music played lightly through the speakers as I listened in on the conversation my grandmother was having with her nursing aid. She was putting up a fuss about finishing her food.

“Nana, you’re almost finished with your bowl. Why are you giving Juanita a hard time?”

“I don’t want that! You know I don’t eat lima beans,” She fussed.