Page 4 of Big Bad Wolf: B.B.W

The sarcasm in my voice wasn’t missed by Orion, but it was clear that it was by Sherrie. She placed her hand over her heart and bowed her head. This silly bitch. Orion chuckled with a headshake.

“Well, Orion, I took the initiative to order some lunch for the staff so we can eat. How long are you in the states for?” Sherrie asked.

She must have forgotten that she was in a room full of people. Her voice was entirely too flirtatious, and her fingertips drawing down her breasts that were displayed in the extremely low-cut blouse she wore was in ill taste.

With a smirk, Orion responded. “I’m in the states permanently. I’ve moved to the area and plan to spend a lot more time in this office. I want to truly see who is putting in the work and who may be expendable. This will now be my home office.”

The way he zoned into Sherrie scared me, so I knew her ass was terrified.

“Oh, okay. We are happy to have you.” The surprise played over her face. Her hand extended toward where the food was set up. “Please, everyone, enjoy the lunch.”

Everyone got up to get in line to eat. Everyone would take advantage of a lunch paid for by her because it never happened. There was a budget line for monthly company sponsored lunches. However, it was never used. Well, it wasn’t used for company lunches, but I digress.

I waited until the line died down before I got up to get something to eat. My eyes moved toward the ceiling and rolled because of the food that was spread on the table. I guess I couldn’t be picky about a free lunch.

“So, whose idea was it to get Greek food for lunch? That’s a little on the head, don’t you think?”

This shiver that I couldn’t explain rushed through me from Orion’s voice behind me. His voice was deep, sensual, and sultry. It was like sex in a voice. I wanted to throw my head back at my overly sexualized thoughts about this man. I turned slightly to peek over my shoulder.

“Your number one fan thought it would be a good idea to pay homage by way of food for you. I tried to advise her against it, but she has the last word.”

“I can see that. Well, that will change since this is now my home office,” he commented. “I plan to sit with you soon to consult with you on your marketing strategy for the new account you landed. Is that cool with you?”

That was cool, but it brought me pause. “Um, you want to talk with me about it before Sherrie reviews it? She usually reviews my proposals before they are sent out to make sure they are all good.”

“Hey, guys,” Sherrie interrupted our conversation. “What are we talking about over here?”

Her head bounced between me and Orion. Orion’s body shifted in her direction.

“I was telling Elodie that I planned to consult with her in the upcoming days about her marketing strategy for the new account that she landed.” He turned his attention back to me.

“I’m currently sourcing for an executive assistant.

I’m almost finished interviewing. Once that is done, we will meet. ”

Sherrie’s face tightened, and there went that color again. The different shades of red that it accomplished was commendable.

“Oh, I usually look at her marketing plans to work out the kinks before it’s sent to you.”

“I appreciate that, but it is no longer needed. I want to get the plan directly from Miss Elodie. You’re not needed.” He gave her his sexy ass smile. “I do appreciate you.”

She shifted on her feet and fidgeted with her fingers. “Mr. Leventis, I think it’s best if I review the plans first. I have a very keen eye for detail.”

Oh, it’s Mr. Leventis now.

His head tilted to the side. “Are you telling me, the owner of this firm, that your eye is keener than mine? That can’t be it.” His smile was nonexistent. “Ms. Clark, do you have free time right now? I would like to discuss some changes that I’d like to see in this branch while I’m here.”

“Oh, yes. We can move to my office,” she offered.

Her nerves were bad. I wanted to laugh, but I made the conscious decision not to antagonize her. She was still my boss unfortunately.

Orion turned on his heels. “Can I have everyone’s attention,” he called out to everyone.

“I wanted to celebrate the awesome work that this branch has done, so this Saturday, I want you all to come out and chill with me. I’ll send the details via email.

Everything will be on me, and you all can have a plus one. ”

Oh, he didn’t realize that he was singlehandedly changing the culture of the office. First, a company funded lunch. Now, this man said that he was going to take us out after hours to chill. Yeah, this was going to be something serious around here.

After the announcement, the office went back to normal. Orion and Sherrie went into her office for their meeting. I would have loved to be a fly on that damn wall. She loved to talk big shit, but how would she handle herself now that the real boss had entered the building?

After a little over an hour and a half after the lunch, Sherrie barged into my office. This bitch was about to get slapped.

“Sherrie, please knock on my door when it is closed. I could be in here with a client or on an important phone call.”

She waved me off before she closed the door behind herself, then sat in the seat in front of my desk.

“I want you to know that I am not pleased with the arrangement of you giving your proposal directly to Orion. In my eyes, that’s skipping completely over me, your boss.”

My eyelids fluttered. There was no way that she was serious.

“Sherrie, that was not a suggestion or a decision of mine. Mr. Leventis is the owner of the company. Was I supposed to tell him no?” I didn’t give her a chance to answer the rhetorical question because I knew she would. “You just had a meeting with him, so you could have told him.”

“I told him just that, and he expressed that he would rather get your strategy raw instead of washed over.” She scoffed. “Then he proceeded to let me know that he would be moving into my office, and I will move in the office next to it. Can you believe that!”

Yeah, that might have made me upset. Sherrie’s office was massive with a full bathroom and bar in it. That was the office set up when the building opened.

“I mean, yes. He did say that this was his new home branch. Why wouldn’t he take the biggest office? He is the owner, Sherrie.”

She didn’t say anything with her mouth, but her eyes told it all. She was sick of me, and I loved that for me. Outside of my success in my career, I lived to get on this heifer’s nerves.

She stood up then put her arms across her breasts. “Whatever. Hopefully, I can change his mind at the little get together. If I can’t do it with words, I’m sure my mouth will still be useful.”

I almost choked on my spit. Nothing, and I meant absolutely nothing, in the make up of our relationship said that she should have felt comfortable enough to say that shit to me.

“That was extremely too much information and unprofessional.”

Once again, she waved me off. “Please stop acting like you and your little homegirls don’t talk like that.” Her eyes were tight while they shifted up and down. “Your professional demeanor doesn’t fool me. Have that report done by the end of the day.”

I should have reported her ass to human resources since she wanted to be funny.

I felt offended and sexually harassed. Professional hos always felt like they could say and do anything.

I hated it. What I hated more was that this bitch thought her ass was about to roll up on Orion with her piranha pussy leading the way.

Why did that bother me? I wasn’t sure just yet, but I planned to find out.

Let’s Celebrate . . .

My smile couldn’t be hidden while I looked myself over in my full body mirror in my bedroom.

When I was younger, I hated my size and never thought that highly of myself.

In college, a switch happened. It was like I woke up one day, looked in my door room mirror, and said, “Fuck that! I’m the shit!

” From that point on, I made it a point to take better care of myself, to really care about how I presented myself. It was up from there.

The moment I changed my thinking, it gave me the confidence to change my ways.

When those ways changed so did my level of desirability.

The niggas were on me, not just the niggas though.

I became a conquest for those white boys too.

They wanted my chestnut-chocolate ass bad.

I often received compliments about my good hair as if melanated women couldn’t have good hair.

I went with the most stereotypical answer, so I didn’t have to go into how telling a woman of color that she had good hair was not a compliment. Oh, I have Indian in my family.

My hair tonight was in its signature messy bun with tresses hanging around the perimeter. My makeup was a flawless glam look. I loved to showcase my natural beauty, not distort it.

Now, my outfit took a little more time to plan because I wanted to be sexy but not raunchy, fuckable but not already fucked.

This outing was tricky because it was technically a work outing but not really.

When Orion sent the email with the details, my brow took a trip up north.

Never in a million years would I have thought that the owner of a multi-million-dollar firm would choose a hookah lounge to have our celebratory outing.

It wasn’t one of those high-class lounges either.

It was black owned. It had a touch of hood class.

This place was not where I thought we would hang out with Mr. Orion Leventis.

The body suit and thigh high boots that I decided to wear said fuckable. The blazer that covered my ass said professional. Yeah, I planned to use every piece of God given thickness to woo me a nigga or two tonight. If I was lucky, I’d leave with one.

It didn’t take me too long to get to the lounge from my townhouse.

A few years ago, I went back and forth about whether I wanted a house or condo.

I went with the safe compromise in a townhouse.

When I told my parents and gave them a virtual tour of my home, they never said they were proud, but they did send me a lot of housewarming gifts.

I parked my car toward the back of the lot. I learned a long time ago in my twenties that you never parked near the front. When fights and shootings happened, I didn’t need my car anywhere near the club for a seamless getaway.

I wasn’t far from the curb when lustful eyes fell upon me. See? I’d been here a time or two before by myself. I was a friendless woman who would rather be alone. When you were alone, no one else could get you in trouble. Trouble was a determination that you made and solely you alone.

“Miss Marley! It’s been a while, pretty girl.” Jordan, one of the bouncers, greeted me. He’d been sweet on me since I started coming here. I came now maybe once every other week.

I shot him a flirty wink. “Hey, Jordan. You know I have to stay out of the way, so you’d miss me.” I strutted into his personal space. “Have you been a good boy, Jordan?”

My body leaned against his. I wasn’t a short female at five feet, eight inches, but he still towered over me. I felt his dick hardening close to my waist. His bottom lip went between his teeth as he gazed at me with hope.

“You know I’ve been a good boy.” He lowered his lips to my ear. “If you give a nigga a chance, I’ll be bad as fuck in that pussy.”

I cupped his cheeks in my hands to pull his ear down to my lips. “Oh, you have to be a lot more than bad to get this pussy, Jordan. You know that.”

He roared in laughter after I walked past him.

He knew that this was only flirting. We had that conversation before.

As I suspected, when I stepped into the lounge, eyes were on me.

My co-workers waved me over to the section of booths that Orion must have reserved.

My walk spoke for me. It said I’m that bitch that you wish was yours.

“Hey, guys!” There were bottles and food on every table. “Looks like it’s a fun time.”

When I did my once over of the area, my irritation rose at the closeness of Sherrie to Orion in a booth.

Her flat chested, water-bra ass was completely turned toward him.

She was leaning into his space. Orion, on the other hand, was leaning away from her.

His hand was wrapped around the drinking glass on the table, and his orbs were focused on me.

I watched them start from my feet then move up to the top of my head. Yeah, he wants the kid!

My hand lifted to offer a shy wave, but my eyes probably unwittingly offered my pussy. He must have read my eyes because he patted Sherrie on her head with a smile then slid out of the booth. Did he really pat her on the head like a dog though?

“Miss Elodie, I’m happy that you decided to come. I’ve been waiting for you,” Orion admitted.

For a split second, I glanced at Sherrie, whose face looked like it was on fire. She downed a shot before she plopped back into the booth seat. My attention went back to Orion.

“Were you now? Tell me more about that.”