EroticReverie

Scott Sullivan

It's been a fucking week since Maddie and I had that night in Vegas. A week since my cock had that little fucking she devil and her hot little cunt cumming all over my fucking dick. Maybe it was the animosity she held for me, and my faked animosity towards her , that made the sex so fucking hot. 

I didn't hate Madeline, not in the least. I just enjoyed pissing her off and getting a rise out of her in the office. Our spats were well known in the office, and ever since the night in Vegas, she's simmered on her remarks and hot little angry glares she gives me whenever I speak near her.  Which, obviously makes my friend and co worker James suspicious.

"And you're telling me NOTHING happened on that trip?" he asks as we sit in the bar on Friday night having drinks at one of the tables. 

I give a little laugh. "Yes."

"I don't fucking believe you." he says and narrows his eyes at me in suspicion and I just give a shrug.

"Sorry, but that's the truth." I say. 

I didn't kiss and tell. Okay, I did. But I wasn't going to be an asshole and tell anyone we worked with that I'd slept with Madeline. I liked to piss her off, sure, but that'd be crossing a line that I didn't want to cross with her. It was disrespectful, and if anyone found out from anyone but her, I'd feel like a prick. So my lips were sealed.

"She's so fucking hot man." James says and I lift my brows and sigh as I nod. 

"That...is also the truth." I say and shake my head. 

Madeline was five foot six, to my six three, she had gorgeous fucking olive skin, long dark brown hair, and those damn fucking eyes of hers. That light light blue, and that fucking body of hers. She was a little bit more slim than I honestly preferred. I liked not feeling like I was going to break a girl when I fucked her. So I preferred women thick, or chubby. But Madeline was trim, petite. While I was also big on nice big tits, and nice big asses to slap from behind. Madeline had a decent b cup, and a tiny little plump ass. Seeing her naked was like winning the fucking lottery. 

Ever since I started working there, and the day I fucking saw her, I'd wanted her. For whatever reason though, Madeline had easily and quickly decided that I was the enemy and that she didn't like me. Which, I'm a grown ass man, I didn't let it hurt my feelings the hottest girl in the company didn't want to give me the time of day. But I did let it start my plot to annoy the piss out of her daily. 

"You think she's got a boyfriend?" James asks. 

I give another shrug, even though I know she doesn't. The only reason I know that, is because Madeline was a good person. She didn't strike me as the kind of girl to let a guy screw her all night if she had a guy at home. 

"You see that fucking red dress she wore Wednesday?" James asks and my cock jumps at the mention of that fucking dress.

"yeah" I say with a grumble. 

"I went home and fucked myself stupid with my hand to that fucking dress." James admits and I just let out a laugh.

"I think everyman in the building did." I say. 

It didn't feel right talking about her like this, but it was only James, and we were close. If anyone else talked about her like that, I'd probably punch them square in the nose. 

"When are you going to hear about your promotion?" James asks. 

I give him a small smile and roll my eyes. "It's not definite. Carroll is still deciding." 

James lets out a laugh. 

"what?" I ask. 

"You kidding? That job is YOURS. Everyone knows it. Not only because you pulled their two biggest clients this year, but you also just pulled Torrent..so make that three." he says.

"Torrent was me AND Maddie" I correct him. Torrent was the MMA fighter we got to make a deal with us in Vegas. 

"And.."I say. "Madeline has the top pull this year with Max Drury...Then me...I have second and third...and she has the next three spots, so if we're going on who has made the most money this year..It's her." I say. 

I appreciated the way James wanted to amp me up, but I wouldn't let anyone belittle the hard work that Madeline did. She was what females call , a "boss ass bitch". She hadn't failed yet this year to land the people they'd given her to persuade. Me, I'd lost two out of all the ones they had me try to poach. 

"Well, whatever, that doesnt matter, plus , you know Carroll would never choose her." James says and takes a sip of his cocktail. 

I lift my own and take a sip . "And why wouldnt he...if I were him..I'd choose her over me." I say. Because, it was the truth. Madeline deserved that fucking spot. I knew it, and so did she. Did I still want it? Hell yeah I did. 

James lets out a laugh. 

"Look at all the people at the top Scott...any of them own a set of tits?" James asks. 

My lips curls in a twitch at his words. For the first time, I realize that, no. Nobody at the top was female. Anyone who got a promotion worth an actual damn, was always a man. 

I chew the inside of my cheek. 

"You think he wont pick her because she's a woman?" I ask. 

James nods. "I know he won't." he says. 

"everyone knows it. He's putting her in the running because he has to. To make it LOOK like he's not a fucking sexist pig." James says and I set down my glass.

I didn't like the idea that Madeline might not get the position based on the fact she was a female. But, now that I was thinking about it more and more, Mr. Carroll, WAS kind of a dick to females. Not outright, but he did talk down to them in slight ways, and now I wondered if any of the women noticed it. 

We didn't have many females in the company to begin with, that weren't secretaries. We were sports agents, and it was mostly a male dominated job. 

I shake my head. "No, he'd be crazy not to give it to her." 

James just shrugs and then goes to lift his glass and stops , his eyes popping open.

"Speak of the devil." he says and I crane my neck and look in the direction of his gaze and look around a brief second before my eyes lock on her. 

Madeline was standing at the door of the bar with a few other females, wearing a tight form fitting royal blue dress, and a pair of hot fucking matching heels that gave her little five foot six self, at least a few more inches. She was holding a black little purse in her hand. Her hair was down , it looked thick and full , just like it had when she'd had it down in Vegas while we fucked. I remember that gorgeous hair spilling all over the pillows and bed, remember it wrapped in my fist, and in my face as she rode me. 

"That's better than the red one." James says, and I just nod as I keep staring as a hostess approaches her group. 

Her dress was short, much shorter than the ones she wears to work, and it dipped down giving a nice view of her cleavage. She had on a dark red lipstick and minimal eye make up, and looked hot as fuck, and I knew I wouldnt be leaving this bar without hitting on her. 

I watch as the girls beside her look over and they whisper something to her as their eyes look at me, and Madeline smiles and then looks to where they direct her in "Secret". I watch that smile turn into a scowl and she rolls her eyes. 

"Man, she does NOT like you." James laughs and I just ignore him as I get up and make my way over to her. 

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Madeline McAdams

Here I thought I'd have a nice night out with my friends, forgetting this work week, forgetting fucking Scott Sullivan and the fucking nightmare of Vegas. Yet here he is, in a fucking pair of jeans and a dark green henley shirt, walking over with his stupid green eyes and dark hair, and stupid six foot four frame, and stupid stupid fucking grin on his face that makes that annoying fucking dimple show in his right cheek. 

"It'll be about twenty minutes for a table." the hostess tells us. 

"They can sit with me." Scott interjects, making the hostess spin and blush and tuck her hair behind her ear. 

"We'll wait." I say and my friends poke my arm and I shrug them off as I glare daggers at Scott. 

"Don't be ridiculous...come sit with me and James." he says. 

"I'm not being ridiculous. It's a girls night." I say and cross my arms. 

"Then call me Sally, and that's Jenna over there in the in the black v neck." he says, making my friends laugh.

I roll my eyes and he looks to my friends.

"I'm Scott...Sullivan..I'm Maddie's favorite coworker." he says and I roll my eyes yet again as he shakes their hands , and of course the traitorous bitches swoon at his bright white teeth and his smile. 

"I'm Dana" my friend says.

"I'm Sara" my other friend says.

"Pleasure to meet you ladies." He says with a nod and then turns to the hostess. 

"they're all set" he says and then gestures for my friends to walk to the table and they just fucking go, following the direction of his hand and I open my mouth to protest but Scott leans in, whispering in my ear. 

Scott Sullivan

"Don't tell human resources Maddie...but you look like a hot little fuck toy in that dress." I say and hear the gasp, followed by her mouth dropping open and she backs up and slaps my arm with her purse.

"Shut up Sullivan!" she sneers and narrows her eyes at me. 

"We going to your place after this or mine?" I ask as I walk beside her and she just shakes her head. 

"Yours, so I can tie you to the bed and set it on fire with you still inside." she says, and I give a little laugh.

"Your temper is as hot as your ass in that dress." I say and she turns half way to the table and looks at me and pokes my chest with the corner of her little purse. 

"Knock it off, RIGHT now" she warns. 

"We should fuck again." I say bluntly and she scoffs.

"Never happened." she says and I step a foot closer and look down at her. 

"Did so." I say with a little grin. 

"Let's get drunk and make that mistake again Madeline." I say with a smile. 

"I'm never touching you ever." she says. 

"That's okay, I can tie you up if you'd like...I can be the one to do the touching." I say and she growls. 

"I hate you." she scowls. "I hate you so much." 

I smirk. 

"Sit down Madeline, we know how weak those legs get around me." I say taunting her. 

"Augh." she scoffs and turns and walks over to the table. Her friends already sitting down, one on either side of James, leaving only the other side of the open booth and Maddie visibly sighs and sits on the one side of the booth and I move into the other. 

"Hey Maddie" James says and she gives him a friendly smile. 

"Hey James...i assume my friends introduced themselves." she says and James nods. 

"They did." he says and smiles at the girls as they sit there giving Maddie a look, I notice the little shake of her head she gives them as she places her purse on the table. 

"Can I get you drinks?" our waitress asks and Maddies friends order theirs first and as Maddie goes to speak, I interject. 

"She'll have a manhattan, with two extra cherries,and a splash of grenadine...made with Jack, and a shot of Jack, on the side." I say. 

"And another drink for him and me." I say nodding in the direction of James, who has a brow cocked and her friends have their lips pressed together hiding little smirks.

 I look to Madeline as I lean back, and lift my arm, letting it rest behind her on the back of the booth and give her a cocky grin. 

She wants to argue, wants me to have her drink order wrong so fucking bad, just because she doesn't want me ordering for her. She rolls those pretty eyes and looks at the waitress and gives a nod when she asks if that's what she wants. 

I smile with my achievement and lift my glass and finish off my cocktail. 

"Well, this will be a fun night." James says.