I've always loved books, but reading is only enjoyed in the form of Instagram captions and Buzzfeed articles in the modern day. There is an underground society of people who still see the value of a hardcover copy. My names Mya Ross. I was raised by an old fashioned mother who read to me before bed and had a bookshelf in the living room. I'm 21. I feel much older.
When I was a kid, my father was strung out and walked out on us. Nonetheless, he was fair weathered, he came around when things were good. He came around whenever we healed from the last wound he left. I try to stay consistent with my life. Unlike my father was.
I go to Belvedere Books every week. Sometimes I even go twice. I was dating an older guy for years, Carter. We started when I was 17 and he was 27. He did corporate finance. I'm a words type of girl and he was a numbers type of guy. He was well off and loved to spoil. The money he gave me weekly went towards lavish items in addition to gifts he sent me. However, the remainder would always go toward a physical copy of a books or a blue ray of a film of my choosing.
This time, I was coming to the bookstore just to look and read. Carter and I had to end it being that I was not willing to go to Dubai with him and start my life over. He always talked about leaving and starting fresh. Him leaving was me starting fresh. I found "A Room of One's Own" by Virginia Woolf. I sat at my favorite table, under the air conditioning vent, but by a window so I felt the warmth of the sun. I buried my face into the book pondering how I was going to support myself and afford to finish the semester.
"You look like someone who needs a friend," a deep voice from the corner of the store said.
"More like in need of a job." I thought to myself. However, I was in the mood for some small talk with the cute bookstore guy. "I could use one of those." I replied like a dutiful little girl.
"Hey, listen, I see you here every week and I'm sure you could organize these books in your sleep... I wanted to let you know that we're hiring. Are you interested?"
"Of course I'm interested!" I stated with excitement.
He said: "Okay, interview starts now," while reaching into his pocket for a pen and pad. "How's your availability?" He said with a smirk.
I replied: "Pretty open, I have class Tuesday's and Thursday's from nine to five. Any other time I'm available"
He nodded his head in satisfaction, then asked: "are you okay with being here by yourself and getting here? I may come by to check on you but I need trustworthy employee that can handle the store by themselves."
"Yeah, I'll be fine. I live a couple blocks away so I don't need to worry about traffic." I answered in a reassuring tone.
"Perfect. You're hired." He said. "I'm Preston, as you know" he added as he reached out to shake my hand in agreement.
"I'm Mya, as you know." I replied.
I always spoke to Preston when I came in the shop but I rarely spoke with Ray and Gabriel, the other two owners. Preston was the youngest and he was the most good looking in my opinion. Tall, medium dark complexion, and jet black, shiny, gelled hair. I noticed he wore two exotic gold rings and found it incredibly tasteful and sexy.
He took down my contact information and showing me around. Then, he gave me a key and told me that I started on Sunday. Seemed like sort of a rushed interaction, but I assumed they were just short staffed. I awkwardly returned back to my original seat to finish my book. I could feel Preston's alluring eyes on me while I had my eyes in my book. I looked at my watch, packed up and headed for the door.
My training was short and quick. I was already alone in the store after my first day. It was refreshing to not be forced into a week long tedious orientation like most other jobs. Besides, I was very familiar with the store. When I closed the shop and arrived back to my apartment around 9:30PM, I received a text.
It was Preston. "How was your first day?" He asked. I was a little excited that he cared enough to ask.
"Felt like I've worked there for years. Lol." I replied.
"Good to hear. WYD tonight?" He questioned.
I wasn't sure why he was asking, so I responded with: "Idk. Probably just relaxing and catching up on my shows."
"Well I was going to ask if you wanted to grab a drink," he added.
Alright, I know what you're thinking: She's going to fuck her boss. Well, I find him very attractive, he has money, he can hold a good conversation, and his accent made me melt. It wouldn't hurt to get to know the guy I'm working for, along with building a platonic relationship. It's just drinks, I like to drink, he likes to drink. Why not drink together? I mean, he's cute-
"Pick me up in 30." I texted back.
"Gotcha. Be there at 10:25"
As I prepared for my shower, I debated on whether I should shave or not. I did just in case. I didn't have my mind preset on having sex with him. However, If we have a moment and I wanted to, I would. I did a quick full face of natural makeup, plus my trademark false lashes. Finally, I put on an oversized periwinkle sweater with black thigh high booties.
I checked the time, it was 10:32. I felt a little nervous, maybe he fell asleep or made other plans. Or he could just be standing me up. I waited another 5 minutes and realized I never sent him my location. Before I could get to the menu, my phone rang and his contact popped up. He was downstairs.
I grabbed my little black fur coat and proceeded to meet him. As soon as I opened the door, he was standing right there. I felt caught off guard because I was spritzing myself with Victoria's Secret perfume as I opened my front door. We met at my threshold instead of me meeting him at his car. Then topped it all off with: "Damn, you look good." Impressive.
We made our way to the parking lot and he opened the door of his Tesla for me. I was instantly enamored by his class, maturity and masculinity. He obviously did not treat me like this at the shop. Not to mention, the fact that he was my boss made me more attracted to him because of his power. More specifically, his power over me.
On that note, when he asked me for drinks, I was fully aware that I could say no. I didn't feel threatened because of that power, it turned me on. Some workplaces have policies against dating your superior. But.. our work environment was too casual for the possible repercussions to be taken seriously. Besides, if he asked me to come out with him then it must be fine, right?
We arrived at one of the local bars and he opened my door for me again. "This will never get old," I thought to myself.
"Have you been here before?" He asked.
"Nope, but I'm okay with being adventurous."
"Good to know," he said looking deep into my eyes.
He held the door open and escorted me to a bar seat nearest to a TV. I love TV just as much as books. He pulled the seat out for me, put his coat on the back of his chair and took a seat.
"So, what are you drinking tonight, gorgeous?" He asked.
"I'm a simple girl... Coca-Cola mixed with Hennessy. How about you?"
He laughed softly and answered: "Okay, simple girl. I'll probably have a few shots and a beer or two"
He turned to the bartender; "Hey, boss can I get a Carona, a shot of whiskey for myself and coke and Henny for the babe" the bartender looked at me, smiled and then looked back at him nodding in confirmation. Then he said "you got it!"
As we waiting for our drinks, he played with the curls that fall on my face. Then asked: "What made you come out with me?"
"You peaked my interest. Plus you're a stud so why not."
He blushed and ran his fingers through his straight, jet black hair. "Listen, Mya, I've been seeing you come into Belvedere for months and I wanted to ask you out before but I didn't have the guts to do it until after I hired you."
I respond with "well, we're here now-"
"Carona, shot of whiskey, and coke with Hennessy," the bartender interrupted as he passed us our drinks, along with little napkins and black sippers. Preston took a few sips of his beer and undid the top button of his shirt.
"If we were to get wine, white or red?" He asked.
I didn't even have to think of my answer: "red, red wine."
"Good answer. Me too. I already know what you like to do, come to my store. But why?"
"I like the set up, it's local enough for me to walk. What you choose to put on the shelves is what really keeps me around. I can choose from genres that are considered peculiar to the general public. All the way from epilogues to Greek mythology. I love the selections of tv shows and moves. I know you order the books and DVDs." I rambled.
"Damn, you're gonna make me fall in love" he said smiling with his hand on his face. He reached for his shot and took it back. I was glad I came out with him and by the way he was looking at me, I could tell he was happy that he brought me.
I took a few sips of my drink and nibbled on the straw. I saw out the corner of my eye that Preston took notice and liked what he saw. So I casually took the cherry out of my drink, put in my mouth and softly sucked the liquid off as if I wanted to give him a preview of what I can do behind closed doors.
A drip of my drink sat on my lip, so he dabbed it with his thumb and licked it off of his finger in slow motion. He knew what game I was playing, and he was playing it too. The sexual tension increased rapidly. He pulled his chair closer to mine and I could feel the heat emitting off his body onto my soft skin. I haven't even had him yet and I already wanted more.
"Your lips..." he whispered, breathing heavily.
He put his hand on my thigh and squeezed it then said, "I respect women, I didn't expect to have you the first night. But I made up my mind and I know I want you in every way possible. I would be crazy to drop you off without at least marking my territory. Get in the car," he demanded.
I felt a chill run up my spine and the internal heat rush to my exterior. I knew exactly what I wanted to do him, but I wasn't in charge, he was. After I stood up, he put my coat over my shoulders and pushed my chair in. When we got in the car he said: "we're going to my place." My heart started racing as I felt myself begin to get wet.
He placed his hand back on my tight and slid his hand up until he reached my panties. He softly ran his fingers past my clit over top of the lace as he pressed his foot on the gas. At this point I was moaning under my breath, practically begging for it. Preston pulled up to a luxury apartment building and put the car in park. He looked my in the eyes and said "I want to keep you around."
By the time he came around the passengers side and opened my door, my panties were soaking wet. We went inside the building and got in the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me close. You couldn't fathom the excitement and anxiety I felt during the trip from the elevator to his loft.
We entered his loft and it looked like something out of a modern interior design magazine. First things I noticed about his place were that he had a glass fireplace, a home bar, a 72 inch television, and a beautiful kitchen. He dimmed the lights and took off his jacket. The entire time he was staring at me like I was his prey.
As he crept towards me, I took one a step back. Then I stood still for him to take me because I remembered that I wanted him to take me. He lifted me up and pushed me against the wall with all his body weight. I wrapped my legs around him as we started passionately making out. He pressed me harder against the wall, I could feel his dick through his pants against my throbbing pussy and I wished there was no clothing to act as a barrier.
He carried me to the counter and started kissing all over my neck. I could feel the spark with each time his lips and tongue touched with my skin. He worked his way down to the middle of my chest and slid one of my tender nipples in his mouth. He sucked my breast and twirled his tongue around my areola. I begged for more, he put his entire mouth on my breast and pressed my nipple with his tongue.
I grasped the back of his head and pulled him closer as he moaned in satisfaction. He worked his way further down and started kissing my ribs. Once he got to my belly button, my back was arched as high as possible. He pushed me back and laid me on the counter, then started kissing my clit through my panties. I tried to control it but my body jerked with impatience.
He teased me all night and I was finally letting him explore my body. He pulled my panties off and put his entire face into my wet, throbbing pussy. I screamed in ecstasy and he laughed as he continued to eat me out. His hand slid up my body and he grabbed my neck. I felt my body building up static that started at my toes as my heart beat sped up. It felt so good.
The buildup picked up the paced and heated my entire body. Finally, I felt a strong tingling sensation in my pussy. I felt pressure in my abdomen, I was about to explode. As Preston kept sliding his tongue up and down my clit I felt myself getting lifted higher and higher. I grabbed his hair and grinded on his tongue until I creamed all over his mouth. I squirming as I felt the remainder squirt out of me. He rubbed my pussy with his fingers and tasted it. Then he leaned over and said: "you're mine."
I felt completely pleasured, but I was speechless. Preston slid my sweater off over my head and covered me in the throw blanket from his couch. He carried me to his bed and placed the duvet over my naked body. He poured me a cup of cranberry juice and put it by the bedside table. He kissed my forehead and reminded me; "get some sleep, doll. You have to open the shop tomorrow."