It was my sanctuary away from the madness. As I put my black lacy bra on I couldn’t help but watch myself in the mirror and wonder if I had enough time to pleasure myself before the meeting at 8 am. I better not take that chance. Besides, if I bottle it up maybe I’ll have a mind blowing orgasm tonight with my best toy I liked to call Buzz. Yep, I’ll save up for later. I’d not had intercourse with a man in over a year. My body, my rules, it kept me focused intensely on my career.
My alarm went off on my phone which meant I needed to get down to the lobby in ten minutes. I shimmied into my black pencil skirt and finished buttoning up my flesh colored blouse and slid into my leopard strappy heels. I grabbed my coffee, lipstick and bag and headed towards the elevator down the hallway.
I pressed the button waiting and listening to the slight hum as it began moving its way down to my floor. “Ding” the doors opened up…there was the Regional Manager standing there grinning with his sparkling white teeth. I swear there was a spotlight on them. “Morning Olivia, you look bright eyed.”
“Morning Ezio, I’m not quite awake yet seeing as I didn’t get in until 2 am since I was dealing with the Barsetti clan.”
“I heard they had quite the demands last night. I hope you know how much I appreciate your work ethic Olivia. The clients prefer you over anyone and you’re a huge part of our team here.”
Before I could say thank you the elevator doors opened up to the lobby and people were rushing in while we were walking out. Ezio was a fantastic regional manager. I knew quite a bit about his extracurricular appointments.. He trusted me to make sure his pleasurable nights were always confidential. You see Ezio craved very strange things for his sexual appetite. He was bisexual and had weekly “appointments” or orgies as I would call them. I couldn’t help but envy his adventures. It must be incredible to just live out your fantasies that way at work while meanwhile having this rich bitch of a wife at home spending all of your money cash. But, to each his own right?
While I scanned the lobby walking briskly to my office I laid eyes on him. It was Ezio’s nephew Ben who was now our Chef at the hotel restaurant and bar. He was laughing and in conversation with a housekeeper as he was buttoning up his chef coat preparing to entice everyone with his flavorful scents. Ben had that perfect Greek nose, rich brown smooth skin, mint iced green eyes and was around thirty pounds overweight. Being a Chef and preparing those amazing dishes would be a good reason to be overweight if you asked me. He had a laugh that just captivated you. His personality was intriguing and he had humorous stories about his past that he would tell us. There was something about him that fascinated me. He wasn’t my normal type of guy actually, far from it. At no time had he even addressed me or even spoken my name. For all I knew, he didn’t know my name. So what, I’m the manager of this thriving successful hotel but he didn’t work directly for me.
I looked away and entered the code to my office as I balanced the cup of coffee and my bag. I flipped the light switch on and rounded my desk to cut on my laptop. I placed my bag on the desk and gulped the rest of my coffee down. Instead of diving into those budget reports I decided to stalk Ben and see what he was all about. I believe I’ll use him as my muse this evening with Buzz and see where it leads…..