EroticReverie

Curtis Cash

James keeps the conversation going throughout lunch , and I honestly learn quite a bit about my new secretary and James asks her question after question about herself. At first she's shy, nervous, knowing she's at lunch with her boss , and another executive. But by the time our meals come she's relaxed and is smiling, happy to answer James and all his questions. 

How long have you lived in the city? Where did you grow up? All the regular questions. 

I learn that Janelle is twenty one, her birthday just having passed a month ago. I learn that she's lived in the city a year. Before that it was Upstate New York, she moved here with a friend. Not a boyfriend. Because fucking James asked. Which allowed him to ask if she had one now. No. She didn't. She'd blushed too and chewed that pouty little lip of hers nervously and her cheeks flushed a bit as she picked up her sushi with chopsticks while James stabbed his with a fork and smiled at her.

I learned that she liked all kinda of music, but enjoyed going to bar shows with up and coming or starving artists trying to get their break. 

"It's exciting to see them in a bar one day, then as months go by, you get to see them gain their following and momentum, and then you're looking at them on the television, or hear their song in a commerical or the background of a tv show and you get to smile to yourself knowing you were one of the first people to hear that song. Not in a gatekeeping way, but it's a little something special." she shrugs and her eyes come to me and I realize Im smiling, staring, and smiling, because it was hot as hell to watch her talk about it, watching her get excited and speak passionately. She loved music. I give a slight nod, and she bites her lips together and then picks up her next piece of sushi. 

"Are we talking your ear off?" She asks me and I smile and shake my head. 

"Not at all." I say with a smile. 

James clears his throat. 

"You should take Curtis to one of the shows." James says and Janelles eyes lift to my hand, my wedding ring and then up to my eyes as I swallow and she looks to James. 

"The guy never gets out, he likes all that music stuff too." he says making me want to kick him. 

"You do?" Janelle asks. I nod. 

"Who doesnt like music right?" I say with a shrug. 

"Right." she smiles and I see her chewing her lip. 

"There's a show tonight I'm going to. You both should come." she says. 

"Me and my friend Axel are going. " she says and I clear my throat. 

"Axel?" James cocks a brow. "Like Axel Rose?" 

She smiles and laughs slightly and nods. 

"Yeah, her parents were big eighties hair band fans." she says and licks her lips. 

Axel was a girl. James realized this too. 

"We'd love to go. Is Axel single too?" James asks. 

"Um yeah" she shifts in her seat, eyeing James's wedding ring now too. 

"Oh this?" He lifts his hand. 

"I'm in an open marriage." he says, lying to her. I just take a sip of my water. 

"Oh, that's...modern." she says and he laughs. 

"Are you judging Miss Fox?" he teases her and her eyes widen. 

"What? Oh. No, no" she shakes her head. He smiles. Reaching over, he leans to her side of the small table and places his hand on her leg , making me sit up straighter in my seat.

"Im just messing with you." he says and I feel my jaw tick. 

I do kick him this time, and he jumps , jerking his hand away and clears his throat. 

"Yeah, well, I've gotta head back to the office. Thanks for lunch Cash," he says and I roll my eyes. 

"Never said I was paying for you." I tell him and he waves his hand. 

"but you always do." he says and smile like the jackass he is and I just shake my head. 

Janelle takes his hand as he tells her it was nice to meet her and that he can't wait to see her later and meet her friend. 

We sit there a bit, in silence as he leaves. 

"Does he really have an open marriage?" she asks curiously, and I smile slightly, knowing that Janelle, didn't buy his bullshit. 

"No. But he's...he's not exactly a marriage man. Don't think anyone ever told him how they're supposed to work." I say. 

She smiles and presses her lips together. 

"What about you?" she asks and nods to my ring finger and the gold band on it. 

"Married for ten years." I say. "Well...eight. Been together ten." 

She nods and I really, really don't want to talk about my wife with her. Because as much as I hate to admit it, James's fucking suggestions and shit husband ideas were rubbing off on me, at least in my mind. Because everytime she spoke, I wanted to fuck her mouth, and I was imagining standing with her in some shitty dive bar with sticky beer covered floors, listening to some dude witha  guitar while I slid a hand over her ass, or pulled her close. 

"And...do you know how marriages work, or do you like to tell yourself you have an open relationship too?" she asks , her brow raising slightly and I can't tell which answer she watns. The truth or a lie. Which does she want to hear? That her boss is a good guy, and faithful, which is the truth. Or would she rather I be a man like James? 

"I'm...I've been faithful to her , the entire time I've been with her. " I say. 

She sets down her chop sticks and rests her arms on the tables, crossing one over the other, her breasts resting on her arm as she leans slightly over the table, her eyes on mine as she smiles. 

"I'm glad you invited me to lunch." she says. "Well..glad James invited me." she gives a little laugh. 

I nod slightly. "I'm glad he did too. I've learned a lot about you." 

"Yet, I havent learned anything about you." she says and I gives me an easy smile. 

"Tell me something." she says.

"Like what?" I ask and sip my water and set it down and push the chopsticks on my plate back and forth a little. 

"Anything...no wait...tell me something I shouldnt I know." she says with a flicker of mischief in her eyes. 

I raise a brow. "Something you shouldnt know?" 

She nods. "Tell me a secret." 

I exhale a breath and then look at her. 

"I sleep with socks on." I say. 

She scrunches her nose. 

"First of all...only psychopaths do that...second..."she rolls her eyes. "That's a lame secret." 

I give a little a laugh. "I'm not a psychopath..it's a comfort thing." I say. 

She rolls her eyes again with a teasing smile. 

"Still a lame secret. Tell me a good one." she leans over and bites her lip and I feel my dick stir in my pants, and fuck, I hated how hot that mouth was. 

"A shameful one." she whispers over the table and makes her brows lift and I laugh. 

"Shameful huh?" I ask and she nods. 

"Not sure i should be sharing shameful secrets with my secretary" I say. 

"I wont tell anyone" she says growing more and more excited for my secret, her eyes ligthing up and I laugh slightly. 

"You tell me a secret, and I'll tell you one." she says and I look at her. 

"come on. please?" she pouts that lower lip and I want to lean over the table and sink my fucking teeth into it.  This was fucking bad. James knew what he was doing, inviting her to lunch, getting her all warmed up to him and me, then leaving us here alone. 

"Alright." I say as she smiles. 

"I've never cheated on my wife." I say pausing. "But.." I add. Her eyes widen. 

"I've thought about it." I say. Immediately regretting saying it outloud, she'd think I was bastard, like James. I wince. 

"I think everyone has fantasies." she says. I lift my eyes to her. She shrugs. 

"Have you always thought about cheating on her?" she asks curiously and I cant believe I'm having this conversation , I shake my head. 

"No." I answer. "I was in love with her."

"Was?" she asks and I look at her. I nod once. 

"I still love her. But...you know...people change...and things change. We're not the same people we were, we're not in love like we were...it's not her fault." I say. 

"but it's not yours either." she says and I nod. 

I sigh. "Yeah, I know. but it still feels like shit to be that guy." 

"Maybe you can ask James for some pointers on ignoring the guilt." she says and I look at her and she bites her lips. 

"Bad joke?" she asks and I give a laugh and shake my head. 

"Nah, he's a prick. He deserves it." I say and she laughs. 

I sigh and lean back in my chair. 

"So, your wife...she feels the same?" She asks and lifts her glass off water and takes a drink.

I nod. "Yeah. But neither of us wants to admit it's over. Like were both going to wake up tomorrow and everything is going to be how it was those first couple of years. She wants children. " I say. 

"And you dont?" She asks. 

"I do." I say. "But, by the time I was ready for them...we'd already drifted apart and into being different people..and...I can't tell her I want them, just not with her...even though Im pretty sure she knows that's the case." I say. 

"So you're both unhappy , but are still together because...?" she trails off and I look at her. 

"Dont know." I say. 

Looking at my watch I end the heavy conversation, letting her know we should get back. 

I spend the rest of the afternoon, finding excuses to leave my office just so I can look at her, her smile, more comfortable and friendly now. Just as genuine as before but something more. 

She stays behind with me and were the last two people to leave our floor as I get in the elevator with her at quarter to six. 

"You never told me a secret. "I say as she stands there looking at the floors tick down and she smiles and look at me. 

"I sleep with my sock off." she says. 

The corner of my mouth lifts. 

"Lame." I say and she laughs a little and then turns to me. 

"Something shameful?" she asks. 

I nod. "It's only fair." 

She bites her lip. 

"You can't fire me." she says. 

My brows raise with interest. 

"Must be a good secret." I say. 

I smirk when she doesn't say anything. 

"I won't fire you." I assure her. 

"My secret is... that..." she licks her lips as if she's questioning saying it. 

"I really hope you come to the show with me tonight." she says. 

A small smile is on my lips. 

"But..." she says and I wait and the doors open to the lobby floor.

"Don't come, if you don't want to kiss me goodnight when it's over." she says. 

My eyes widening and she walks off the elevator, leaving me there stunned. Swallowing audibly as she looks over her shoulder with a little smile. 

And walks off.