I did some editing and made the corrections as suggested.
Lusting Love or Baby Sister
“Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war, and love is a growing up.”
“Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war, and love is a growing up.”
Odette would have arrived a little before ten if it wasn’t for her thin four and a half inch heel getting caught in the metal grating on the sidewalk, when she got off the bus by the subway station. That darn heel snapped right off her shoe. She cussed the mass transit authority and the manufacturer of the shoe. The shoes had to have been made in China. They had to be cheap, snapping off like that, she thought. She could almost hear her sister’s voice saying. “Buy American” like she did, every chance she got. She couldn’t go to work with one shoe, so she had to catch the bus back home to change her shoes, and of course she had to change her hand bag.
She checked the time on her cell, it’s ten after ten. She shook her head from side to side as she pushed her way through the morning rush hour crowd on Fifth Avenue. Not only was she late but she was going to be even later than she told that sniveling, butt kissing Office Manager, Tom Snide. She just knew he is going to give her some lip. He would like nothing better than to have Odette terminated. Lucky for Odette it would never happen, not at his hands at least. The Duncan and Turner partnership may not see eye to eye on most things, but keeping Odette on the payroll was one thing they most certainty agreed on. Both of them, at different times, had offered to send her to school to obtain a degree in marketing, that would enabled her to move up in the agency, and both times she had politely refused. She is content with her receptionist position. There were no demands or deadline reports that require her to work after hours on. Her current pay check keeps her in the designer clothes, shoes and handbags that she so loves. To boot the bills for her apartment are also paid. Well, maybe not quite an apartment. She loved her one room studio, she has privacy and she can clean or keep it a mess if she choose to, which most of the time it is. It didn’t make a difference, no one visited her nor did she want anyone getting that close.
What made her so instrumental at her job is that she often shared her ideas in the weekly, ‘head -to -head meetings’ as they are so called. Many of her suggestions have been the catalyst that helped make Duncan and Turner one of the leading advertising agency on the East Coast. Her yearly salary and bonuses is all the gratitude she needs. In the five years she’s been with the company, she’s seen many ad executives come and go. Even old butt-kissing Tom is fairly new.
Odette stopped at the truck on the corner and ordered the New York breakfast special, a butter roll and coffee, “light and sweet just like me,” she said to the vendor. While performing a balancing act with her overpriced coffee in one hand, her oversized pocketbook over her shoulder and the bag with her roll in the other hand, she runs two doors to her office building. The elevator doors were just closing as she entered the building. She yelled, “Hold it please!” Just as the elevator doors were closing, a hand grabbed the door and a handsome UPS man stepped to the side to make room. Not that Odette noticed him, her mind is on having to listen to Tom whine about her being an extra twenty minutes late from when she called saying she would be there in an hour. “Thanks a lot,” She says, not looking at anyone.
“No problem,” Wilhelm said.
She was able to catch her breath and compose herself as the elevator stopped on each floor from the lobby to the sixth to the offices of Duncan and Turner’s Advertising Agency. As Odette stepped off the elevator she could see, through the smoke glass window, Tom Snide sitting behind the receptionist desk. Odette took a deep breath, stepped over the threshold, and exhaled, “Good Morning Tom, sorry I’m a little later than I expected, but I’m here now.”
With lips pouting, eyes rolling and a snap of his neck he said, “It seems like it’s becoming a habit, Miss Odette.” He gathered up his files, stepped from behind the desk and sashays out the office. Tom did not reprimand her at this time. Odette is sure he would make a note of this incident in her personnel file to save for her evaluation. She is certain that he will cite her tardiness as a major infraction.
Odette raised her voice to insure that Tom would hear her, “I said I’m sorry.” She put everything down on her desk, pulled off her jacket and hung it in the closet to the right of her desk. She pauses to check her appearance in the mirror behind the door. She grabs her hair in her hands and smooth’s the brown tresses, then combs through it with her fingers. She is satisfied and happy that she didn’t get a run in her stockings. She sat down, turned on her computer and logged in. She took the headset that Tom was using rolled it up and put it in the bottom right hand drawer. Then she took her own headset out of her handbag. She wiped her desk down with Clorox wipes, used hand sanitizer, then settled back to enjoy her breakfast. Then she will tackle the stack of invoices on her desk. She is happy it is Friday and she has little work to do. She didn’t want to overdo it and be totally exhausted for her date with Oscar. It is so unlike him to want to meet in the city, usually they will have their little rendezvous out of town. He must have told his wife he has to go away on business. Odette didn’t care as long he wasn’t talking about leaving his wife. No emotions, no love, those are the rules.
The first thing Wilhelm saw was sexy long legs in heels. He was happy to hold the elevator door for her. The mini skirt she wore accented her pear shaped bottom. Her scent is subtle, yet hypnotizing. Wilhelm could smell it long after he stepped off the elevator and the doors closed. She is the kind of woman that could get him in trouble.
This is a new start for him. His divorce from Belinda was finalized last month. He took a leave of absence from his accounting position and was hired by UPS last week. This way he will pay the mandatory two years of alimony, to that adulteress ex-wife of his. The UPS gig is temporary. After last week’s training, he has his own route.
In his new life, he’s going to be a Playa’. All his life he did the right thing, he finished school, pursued a career in accountant, went to church on most Sundays. He dated nice sweet girls that his mother approved of, even thought he married a sweet girl. What a joke, Belinda is just a gold digging slut that tricked him. Never again Wilhelm vowed when the ink dried on his freedom papers. He already had eyes on the young lady that stepped in the elevator this morning. She will definitely be one of his victims. He has a stock pile of condoms ready for the busy nights ahead.
Wilhelm is pushing his trolley full of boxes looking for suite two-thirty. He found the office of, ‘Just Like Family Homecare.’ He entered the office and heard the chattering of women voices, what he saw, appeared to be what Beyonce had in mind when she sung, “All the single ladies.”
“Hey! Check out the new UPS man.” Said a woman, with a milk chocolate complexion, blue eyes and curly blond hair. She must be the receptionist.
A tall woman as thin as a number two pencil and wearing enough make up to keep Maybeline in business for the next century, asked the blond in a whisper, “What happen to Mr. James?” the blond shrugged her shoulders.
Wilhelm nervously smiled, he felt like a piece of cake, at a weight watchers meeting. He looked around the room, and sees several women seated behind computers, and all of them were gawking at him.
A young woman, with a petit shape approaches Wilhelm. She has a pretty smile and a nice mahogany complexion. “Ladies, please, yawl is scaring the man.” she said, in a heavy Creole accent. Turning her attention back to Wilhelm with a smile, “good morning, I’m Kia, the office manager.”
“Good morning, where should I put these?”
“Follow me.” All eyes are on him, some of the ladies are throwing kisses and others are winking. A bold one even licked her lips at him. Wilhelm felt disgusted by the attention. Kia took him into her office and asked him to line the boxes against the wall. While he slipped the trolley from under the boxes. Kia looked him up and down, her eyes lingering on his crotch for a few seconds. Wilhelm pretended not to notice. She went over the packing slip and the order form before signing for the delivery. When everything was okay, she extended her hand for him to shake. He took her hand and looked her in the eyes. She smiled and scratches the palm of his hand with her finger, it was an old jester, yet effective. Wilhelm is turned on by the bold gaze. She exposes her teeth while biting on the tip of her tongue. Her body is perfect, breast that stood in full attention under the tight blouse she is wearing. Her round behind is full and firm in the slacks she has on. She is one of those women who wouldn’t dared going out unless every part of her is perfect. Wilhelm imagined her naked. He handed her an electronic brown box and waited for her to sign. She quickly scribbled her name on the box smiled lustfully and said, “Thank you.”
“Spell your last name, please,” Wilhelm asked while smiling,
‘J-0-N-E-S, you need my phone number too,” she asked, with her chubby check bones blushing and a crooked smile on her face.
“Yea, you give those digits.”
Kia wrote on a post note and passed it to Wilhelm. “And what is your name.” She asked.
“Wilhelm.” He said and walked out her office and past the vultures when he approached to the receptionist desk, he looked back, smiled and said, “Have a nice day ladies.”
Wilhelm didn’t wait for the elevator, with the trolley under his arm. He made a hasty descend down stairs to the lobby. The security guard looks when he comes through the door and asked, “Second floor?”
“Yea,” Wilhelm answers. “Anymore like that?”
“Nah,” the security guard says with a smile, “I know it looks like a lot of custom jewelry, but there are some diamonds mixed in there, trust me.”
“Yea, I did notice a few,” Wilhelm said, shaking his head. He went out the building toward his truck to loads more boxes onto his trolley and returns. He made several trips back and forth all morning.
For his lunch break, he dozed in the back of his truck. When his thirty minutes were over, Wilhelm’s first delivery is on the sixth floor. The elevator opens to a smoke glass window. On the other side he sees the silhouette of the hot woman he held the elevator for. Wilhelm smiled and pushed the trolley into the receptionist area.
“Good afternoon miss,” Wilhelm says to the lady sitting behind the round desk, obviously too engrossed with the task in front of her to notice his well toned physic Wilhelm thought. He pushes he trolley full of boxes toward Odette who has headphones on and stuffing envelopes. Wilhelm thought the expensive leather couch, matching chairs and cherry wood furniture paled in comparison to the captivating beauty sitting behind the desk. The Tiffany lamps gave the room as soft glow and further highlighted her beauty. She has high cheek bones, her hair drape down past her shoulders. Her eyes, they are dark and innocent something like Bambi’s. If he wasn’t mistaking she is Bambi’s complexion.
Odette glances at the UPS man dressed in his well fitting shorts. UPS men usually had nice bodies. Wilhelm was no different. He was issued a shirt that is a size too small. His muscles were thrusting unyielding against the fabric. His cinnamon complexion is glistering, probably from the Johnson baby oil Odette smells. His calves are firm, shapely and there is a nice bulge in his pelvic area. She gives sly peek to his left hand ring finger, to her disappointment it is bare.
“Good afternoon,” Odette said, glancing at his face, she usually didn’t find men with dreads attractive, but his are neat, shinny, and compliments his dark eyes and wide smile. From the way he glared at her, it is obvious he knew it.
“You can put those in this room,” Odette said, pointing to the door behind her.
Wilhelm continued to watch her and smile, as he pushed his cart toward the room. Odette stood up and followed. He slid the trolley from under the boxes. He tapped on the brown box and passes it to Odette. She takes a moment to count the boxes and checked to see if he recorded the correct number on the invoice. Wilhelm used the time to examine what had to be one of God’s greatest designs.
Odette could feel his eyes on her. She took extra care in bending just slightly to give a good view of her round buttocks and muscular legs. She knew she shouldn’t flirt, but she is young, beautiful and over twenty-one. Her mother once told her outer beauty is fleeting; she may as well flaunt it while she still has it.
Wilhelm didn’t make any attempts to shade his visual observation. Her round ass was fitting well in that tight mini skirt, which was raised high in the come fuck me pumps she had on. Her waistline is small and accented her champagne breast. Her dark hair, with streaks of blond, hung down to her shoulders, it looked too soft to be a weave.
She scribbled her signature on the box and handed it back to Wilhelm. “Spell your last name for me, please,” he asked.
“H-a-w-k-i-n-s,” she said.
He tapped on the box and when he finished he asked, “So what are you doing tonight, Miss Hawkins?”
Odette sucked the air in and rolled her eyes with annoyance, “I’m telling you this, because?” She asked.
“Because you need to cancel so I can take you out instead,” he said smiling.
He is forward, an attractive quality that tempted Odette. However, she again noticed there is no ring on his finger. “And will your wife be joining us?”
“No wife, just me, no kids either.” Wilhelm flicked a quick smile on his face.
“Too bad, I don’t date single men.”
Wilhelm’s squinted his eyes, while cocking his head slightly to the side and said, “I beg your pardon?”
She walked out the room toward her desk. She had a gentle wiggle in her stride that caused Wilhelm’s penis twitched. She’s going to be a challenge he thought. He is up to it. He didn’t care who he seduced, well not just any woman, there were plenty on the second floor he wouldn’t touch with rubber gloves. But this loveliness, he would wine and dine until she couldn’t resist him. He will guard his heart though, she is irresistible, he could easily get caught up and that was not in his plans at all.
She sat behind her desk and looked him straight in the eyes, “I don’t play games and I don’t have time for bull shit,” she told him.
“Okay,” he said with renewed determination. “What’s wrong with single men?” His curiosity peeked. A beautiful woman with issues, her attitude and her beauty is magnetic.
“You’re like puppies, you-you get too attached and can’t be house broken.” She bunched up her shoulders and shivered her body asif she is cold.
Wilhelm laughed, “I’m house broken, and I’m not looking for a commitment, just a nice meal and some fun. That’s it.”
Odette looked at him, he did look good but not worth the risk. She went back to stuffing envelopes. Both her motto, and ring tone came from Rick James and Teena Marie, ‘use and abuse, love them and leave them.’ She had no plans of letting any man turn on the fire. All she wanted was the pleasure and none of the pain that comes with relationships. “I’m sorry, it ain’t happening.”
“So you only date married men?”
“Don’t married men have wives?”
“You’re not worried about them?” Wilhelm asked.
Odette smiled and responded. “The men I see are discrete. They don’t want their wives to find out, any more than I do.”
“Hum, I see,” Wilhelm says, “Come on make an exception, go out with me? I don’t want any commitments, trust me.”
He is charming, but no. Her heart is fragile, not strong enough to be broken. Actually she never gave her heart a chance to be broken and she isn’t willing to let it happen. Not now, not ever.
After a few moments of silence, Wilhelm cocks his head to the side and pouts his lips down and pleads, “Please, Miss Hawkins.” His charisma isn’t working. He couldn’t get her to smile.
“Don’t you have more boxes to deliver?” She asked, not looking up from her work, her tone sharp and annoyed.
“Yea, but-uh, I’ll go after you tell me your first name.”
“It’s Odette,” she says glancing at him for a moment.
“Oh, oh, oh, Odette Hawkins, wow hypnotizing.”
She looked at him obviously not impressed, if she had a dollar every time some guy thought moaning oh, oh, oh would impress her.
Her lips didn’t turn up a bit. He would have to try another day, this is a big company and there were sure to be more deliveries. “You wanna’ know my name? It’s Wilhelm, Wilhelm Aristotle Poke. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
She gave him her full attention and looking at him with doubt, “humph-that’s a good one, Aristotle?”
He chuckled and smiled, his name always gets their attention, “My mom, she wanted me to be a scholar, she spelled Wilhelm, W-i-l-h-e-l-m.”
“Mm, interesting,” she said and returned to her envelopes. She is impressed, but still uninterested.
“I’ll see you around, okay?”
“Do I have a choice?” Odette asked rolling her eyes.
“Nope, this is my route,” he said as he walked away with a little more pep in his step than when he came in. She exhaled as he walked away, his ass sure fit well in those UPS shorts she thought.