Chapter 8
Breanne's day was a whirl of meetings. She started off with the team leaders who gave her a presentation and introduction to their company. She then ran individual interviews with each of the five leaders using a questionnaire that Zandro had handed her. Her lunch was ordered for her so she was able to mingle with the staff in the lunch room and the afternoon was divided up between each of the five teams. She managed to sit with one person from each team so she could double jack and listen to their calls whilst getting to know them.
The entire day she felt her eyes wandering around the centre looking for Zandro to make an appearance. He did say that he would be in meetings with senior management and the heads of each department. This did not stop her attention from wavering and expecting him to turn up. Really she needed to focus she berated herself. This was the biggest moment of her career and would be a highlight on her resume and here she was mooning over Zandro. Get a grip, she chastised herself. She continued to talk to Rona and listen to her calls. If she was perfectly honest with herself after just a few hours with this first company she already felt some of her prejudices melting. Breanne a natural people person already had some of the staff opening up to her and invariably the topic would drift to their own personal situation, why they started working for this company and what it meant to them and their family.
Rona had just finished explaining that she was the eldest in a family of three children. It was therefore her responsibility now that she was working to help put her younger two brothers through college. The money Rona was earning here was a mere pittance compared to wages available in Australia but compared to other occupations in the Philippines, call centre roles paid quite handsomely. Rona was not alone in this kind of situation with many of the staff working here to provide for their family members. Breanne felt a connection with these strong family values as it resonated with her own situation.
Despite the responsibilities that many of them were facing the staff seemed to be quite jovial and fun. They definitely enjoyed having an international visitor and were full of questions about Australia. As with all call centres it was difficult to answer all the questions with the constant interruptions of incoming phone calls. Breanne spoke to one of the team leaders and arranged to have some group meetings booked for the following day with the agents. It would be good to haves some free speaking time without any real agenda so she could continue to make her assessment of the staff.
She was looking at the staff roster with Marco when she felt him. The hairs stood out on the back of her neck, her senses felt heightened and she knew he was close. She forced herself to look at the computer screen. Marco paused. He obviously recognised Zandro as a man of power and she was fairly certain she just heard him sigh. "Now here comes a real man, mhmmmm," and he gave her a wink whilst nudging her attention over to Zandro who was striding in from the other end of the centre.
Marco was right. He was all man. He stood out amongst the generally shorter population of the centre. It wasn't just his height. He had presence. Suited up and walking proudly he caught the attention of every female in the room and by the looks of it most of the men.
"Hello, I'm Zandro," he reached a hand out to greet Marco. Breanne thought Marco might actually giggle and swoon but he managed to hold it together returning the handshake with enthusiasm.
"How did your day go? Are you ready to leave?"
Breanne glanced down at her watch. She had actually been enjoying her day and as is the case did not realise how quickly the hours had passed. "Wow I didn't realise it was so late. We had a good day here. I'll just go grab my bag, say goodbye to the staff and I'll be ready to leave."
Fifteen minutes later they were in the car and on their way. "I was thinking we could head straight to a local restaurant. I skipped lunch today and I'm feeling very hungry."
He looked at her as though he wanted to eat her. "Um sure that sounds fine. I ate a light lunch so I wouldn't mind an early dinner."
Zandro instructed Jose to take them to The Tivoli which Zandro stated was a nice little restaurant in Makati. Breanne took in the surroundings of the understated and obviously five star restaurant with its high ceilings and sheer black curtained windows. The décor was opulent with black and cream upholstered chairs, crisp white linen and gleaming mirrors and glassware. It was probably headed by no less than a Master-chef. Personally she would like to experience some regular day to day food experiences. She'd even like to go to McDonalds just to see if it differed from Australia. She wasn't sure that Zandro would approve of that as a dinner choice. In fact she wondered if he had ever eaten fast food. His body was certainly a piece of art and she imagined that if he did indulge it would be fairly infrequently.
Zandro chose their meals and Breanne felt her blood boil again. He may be incredible to look at but he had no understanding of how to treat a woman. He must have picked up on her vibe. "I hope you don't mind that I chose for the both of us. I have been here many times and I can honestly recommend the meals that I have ordered as the best on the menu."
"Hmm, it's great to have a recommendation but honestly I do prefer to choose my own food. Maybe next time you could consult with me?" She asked lightly yet firmly as she could. She still had her sister's situation in the back of her mind. She knew she had to be pleasant and keep him on side however, this didn't mean she should be a complete door mat. She would have to set some expectations otherwise he would be none the wiser to how he was making her feel.
Zandro nodded his head and gritted his teeth. He wondered what reaction he would get from her if he tried to consult her on his real desires. Instead they moved onto the safer topic of work and her day with the staff. Over the main course of braised black Wagyu cheeks it was good to see her finally relax and ease into a natural conversation. He even laughed at some of her antidotes.
"Can you imagine my confusion when I was asked why all Australian customers mistake her name for kindly? I had to ask what she meant. It turns out that at the end of some conversations a customer might say thank you kindly." Breanne let out her fabulously contagious laugh and Zandro responded in turn. She was beautiful to look at; when she laughed and smiled she was extraordinary.
"It took some explaining but I finally got her to understand that it was just the customer's way of emphasising how thankful they were."
The waiter appeared with their dessert and Zandro lifted his glass. "Let's have a toast."
Breanne lifted her glass and waited expectantly for what they would toast together.
"To beauty both inside and out."
Confused Breanne clinked glasses.
"Sitting here watching you relaxed and smiling I realised how lucky I was to be in your company enjoying you like this. There is nothing sinister in the toast so try not to over think it. However, you did not look into my eyes as our glasses met and you do know what that means right?"
"No, what is the significance?"
"It is an old Italian wives tale. If you do not look into the eyes of the person you are toasting with it is supposed to bring you seven years' worth of bad sex."
"Ah, that is not good."
"You were unaware, maybe you can redeem yourself. Let's re-toast" again he raised his glass.
This time Breanne stared straight into his eyes as they touched their glasses against one another's. Looking into his eyes she immediately saw the desire and instantly she felt her own erupt.
Zandro was first to break the eye contact, "Let's eat before our food goes cold."
Moments later Breanne had to concede as she sunk her fork back into the crumbling apricot tart with black cherry ice-cream and compote that Zandro had indeed chosen exceptionally well. "Oh my, this is just divine."
After dinner they strolled outside of the restaurant ready to go back to the apartment. Breanne felt light hearted and relaxed. The evening really had gone well. Zandro had been pleasant and engaging with his stories. He had also been an attentive listener laughing in all the right places and shown genuine interest. It was a shame that they had to go back to the apartment. However, she didn't quite know how to ask for the evening to continue without it sounding like a proposition. Jerking her out of her thoughts Breanne felt Zandro grab a hold of her arm and tug her towards the centre of the street. "Oh my god, what are you doing?" she squealed.
"You wanted to ride in a Jeepney, yes?"
"Really" willingly she ran over to the Jeepney and they climbed into the back. Zandro advised the driver of their destination and off they went down the main road.
The Jeepney was only half filled with people so it wasn't as squishy as she expected it to be. The seats were two parallel facing wooden bench seats and Zandro sat by her side. Breanne was smiling ear to ear that she was experiencing some real Philippine culture. Sure it had the not so great smells you expect on public transport and bouncing on the seat left the feeling your backside would be bruised later, but here she was Breanne Tetley who had up until a day ago never stepped out of Australia, well here she was hurtling down a street in Manilla in a Jeepney. It was an unforgettable experience.
They exited near the apartment block and Zandro advised that it would be just a short walk back. "Thank you so much," she enthused. "That was such a great experience. I wasn't sure if you would really ride one with me."
"It was a pleasure to take you," and he meant it. Her enthusiasm and megawatt smile had given him a joy that spread warmly throughout his body. He actually found pleasure in living the experience through her eyes. It was fresh and made him realise how jaded he had become about simple pleasures. They made their way up to their apartment and before opening the door Zandro turned around and asked very seriously "I think we need to check the outcome of that second toast?"
"Huh," Breanne asked confused.
Zandro pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Breanne opened her mouth in surprise and that was enough for Zandro to take the kiss to a deeper level. Passionately he pulled her in closer to him, one hand gripped in her hair and the other stroking her back. Breanne responded equally exploring his mouth with her tongue and pressing her body further into his.
The kiss could have lasted seconds or minutes she wasn't sure. Zandro pulled his mouth away just a fraction and whispered, "I think we can rest easy that the second toast worked and that you have not been cursed if that kiss was any indication."
He sounded affected and she was relieved that it was a mutual reaction. He pulled away to open the door but kept one hand around her shoulders. They moved into the apartment and again he took a hold of her. He pulled her in for another kiss which was equally as passionate as the one out on the landing. Breanne was on fire for him.
Breanne lost all thought as her body went into sensual overdrive. He cupped her chin and with direct eye contact and barely contained control asked, "Do you want this? Tell me now that you want me to make love to you?"
She didn't hesitate. "Yes. Yes I want you to make love to me."
He scooped her up into his arms like she were a feather weight and carried her into his master bedroom suite. The room was probably amazing but with Zandro about to make love to her she barely noticed her surroundings. Again he drew her in to explore her mouth. She wondered if it was possible for a person to climax on kisses alone. Each time his tongue entered her mouth with the tip of his duelling with hers she felt the reaction between her thighs. There was an instant wetness and clenching of her feminine core muscles.
He had one hand trailing through her hair whilst the other was skimming over her breast. She slipped her fingers between the buttons on his shirt and felt his hot flesh on her fingers. She wanted his clothes off and with growing impatience she started popping open buttons on his shirt.
Matching one another's fervour he slipped her top over her head. She was wearing a turquoise lacy bra with matching cheeky cut bottoms. He growled his approval and lowered his head to the edge of the lace cup. With one finger he exposed her nipple for his mouth to explore. He drew the extended tip into his mouth and her feminine muscles clenched in tightly and she moaned in delight.
With her hips pressing into his she felt the firmness of his erection. He was hard and his arousal only intensified her reactions. She worked on the fastenings of his pants. Button, zip and pushed his pants down the length of his legs. He kicked his pants off unclasped her bra and manoeuvred them onto the bed.
"You are exquisite," he breathed into her ear and in one fluid moment he slipped her out of her cheeky cut bottoms and positioned himself to taste what was now exposed to him. Breanne reached down to pull him up to her.
"No, relax and let me give you this. Let me make you feel like a real woman. I want you to feel completely indulged," he commanded gripping onto her thighs.
She lay back into the pillow feeling as though she should be doing something for him but that thought lasted mere seconds.
His tongue swirled gently back and forth parting her and exposing her sensitive and already swollen nub. She pressed herself closer into his hot wet mouth, "Mmmmm."
Encouraged by her response Zandro dipped a finger inside. She was so wet and so responsive. He could feel the moisture from the tip of his erection against his briefs. He synchronised his finger and tongue and slowly progressed the pace of his actions. She responded pressing into him with a rhythm that matched the one he had set for her. With his other hand he brushed his palm across her breast and over her nipple. Her entire body was responding to him. Her chest arching upwards for more her hips bucking in response to his mouth and Zandro wasn't sure who was going to orgasm first. He took his briefs off without taking his mouth away, preparing for her climax.
Breanne felt her world tip. She was so close and she needed that physical release. "Please I need more. Come inside me, please," she begged him and reached down and tried to pull him up to no avail.
Zandro pressed her chest back down against the bed and not for one moment did he let up on his task. His tongue skilfully swirling around and around her clitoris as his fingers worked magically deeply inside her. Her orgasm gripped her and her core muscles clenched around his fingers. He suckled on her clitoris and she heard herself screaming out. Her head thrashed side to side on the bed as she experienced her entire body come alive in an electrifying orgasm that gripped every one of her muscles.
Just as the orgasm started to die down Zandro moved up on the bed and entered her in one fluid movement and then rolled them both so that she was sitting on top of him. "Ride me now," his face was tortured. She could see the restraint that he had used. His desire for her was a powerful aphrodisiac and she immediately took control.
Pressing her hands into his shoulders she manoeuvred herself up and down the full length of his shaft. This was not a time for teasing. She could see he was on the edge and she wanted to take him where she had just been. She felt him grip her hips and she matched the pace that he needed.
Zandro thrust up into her soft wet and very tight core. Her hair tousled and tumbling down near her breast, her breast bouncing and her face focused completely on him. He wanted to own her and make her his. He thrust harder and higher and she pressed down taking all of him in whilst matching his urgency and giving all of herself to him. He pulled her face towards his and groaned a guttural primitive sound into her ear as he spilled his seed inside of her.
He held her close to him and they simply lay together both completely spent just holding onto one another. Slowly Zandro rolled her onto her side and kissed her softly. A light feathery kiss on her mouth that made her heart flutter. He reached over to the side of his bed and extracted tissues for both of them.
"Cara," I did not mean for that to happen.
Breanne was about to get defensive. She could not believe that he would use that line on her. This was not an accident. They had both consented and it had been utterly magical, well for her anyway.
"I did not use any protection?"
Posed as a question he was asking if there was any need and no doubt hoping like crazy that he was safe. She couldn't imagine him being happy about the commitment of fatherhood. She had a small sadistic moment where she thought about stringing this out but instead took pity. "You have nothing to worry about. I umm, decided to go on the pill after the umm last time."
Not quite understanding her he looked for clarification, "The last time?"
"Yes, ah, the last time we you know we had sex together."
This piqued Zandro's interest. It was obvious that she was not comfortable talking about sex. Mind you after how uninhibited she had just been he found this a delightful paradox. He couldn't help but to tease her just a little. "So you um, expected this to happen again between us then?"
Breanne did not notice the teasing smile and instead felt her embarrassment grow. She was sure she was a not so sexy shade of tomato red right now. She wasn't sure how she was supposed to answer this question. She was not experienced enough to know whether to be flip, honest, flirty... So she just went with, "Well I thought it responsible to assume that since I had been sexually active that it may happen again." Let him make of that what he would.
"Hmmm, so you did think we would make love again," this time he just said it with a conceited smile and she finally realised that he was just teasing her.
"I think your ego is big enough without me pandering to it,"
"Hmmmm, that is not all that is getting big around here."
She looked at him questioningly and followed his gaze. "You can't be serious! Is that possible?"
"I think the evidence speaks for itself wouldn't you say?"
Breanne gasped. She had no experience as such but she had heard stories and read books and well she thought that there would be a certain amount of recovery time needed. Obviously this was not the case with Zandro.
Why don't we make use of this," he gazed down at his impressive erection, "in the shower?"
Breanne did not need the shower to feel wet again. With a quick nod of her head showing her agreement Zandro scooped her up and carried her the short distance to the en-suite. "I am capable of walking you know," she murmured.
"Maybe I just like the feel of you in my arms," he responded letting her slide to her feet in front of him. He reached into the shower cubicle and turned on the dual shower heads.
They stepped in under the warm spray and Zandro took her into his arms for a lingering kiss. With his arms wrapped around her they pressed their bodies into one another. She raised a leg to anchor herself to him and he gently pushed it back down.
"Let me look after you."
They were words she had seldom heard throughout her life. Always being the one to look after others. She almost felt guilty. It was such a foreign feeling for her to allow anyone to want to look after or pamper her. She put her leg down and allowed herself to relax and let him take the lead.
Zandro squeezed a generous amount of body wash into his hands and applied it onto her body. He started with her neck, shoulders and top of her back. Holding her in close to him he massaged into her muscles. Had they not been standing naked in one another's arms she was sure she might have slid to the floor and through the drain like the rivulets of water running off their bodies.
The touch of his fingers running over her breasts stimulated her and brought on a new wave of pleasure as the suds from the body wash created a slippery surface for his hands to work on. He paid extra attention to her extended nipples causing her to moan in delight as he then tweaked them with his thumb and forefinger.
Breanne grabbed a hold of the bottle and decided that it was her turn to take control. She crouched before him and decided to work her way up his glorious body. She started by running her soapy hands over his strong muscled calves. She quickly moved up over his thighs and then took her time running her hands over his firm buttocks. She hadn't realised that giving could really be just as or more rewarding than receiving. Touching him like this Breanne was feeling well and truly turned on.
With impatience Zandro stopped her journey and rinsed them both down. Then in one swift motion he lifted her up against his body and slid his rock hard erection inside of her. Breanne wrapped one leg around him and the other she stretched out against the shower wall for leverage. She reached up and held onto the top of the shower door and worked with him to lift herself up and down at an increasing pace. Her other arm held around his neck she pulled Zandro in for a kiss.
Their mouths fused together as their bodies synchronised and moved in perfect rhythm. Breanne lost her footing against the slippery wall and Zandro used that opportunity to place her onto her feet turn her around and take her from behind. Breanne placed both hands up against the wall and arched her back pushing her buttocks up against him. Zandro held on to her waist and shoulder and with more speed and urgency drove tirelessly into her.
This was a fantasy that Breanne had thought about. The reality was so much better than anything her mind could conjure. She could feel the brink of another orgasm coming on and increased her pace to obtain her goal.
"Not yet," he growled and flicked off the water and pulled out from her.
Breanne cried out with frustration. Zandro stepped them out of the shower cubicle and wrapped a towel around her. Roughly drying them off, he scooped her up and tossed her back on the bed. He took a moment to stare at her as she lay naked with her damp hair sprawled around her on his bed. Zandro could not believe his fortune in having her in his bed. She was so incredibly passionate and responsive. It was hard to believe that she was a sexual novice. He wanted to be the one that she practiced on and experimented with. He wanted to be the one to show her just how good it could be. He didn't want to imagine her with anyone else. With a feeling of possessiveness he spread her legs and began to touch and stimulate her clitoris. "Tell me how to make you orgasm. How does this feel?"
"Oh my god, just continue and don't stop," Breanne gasped.
Zandro smirked knowing that he really needed no guidance. He just wanted to engage her in some dirty talk. It turned him on to hear what she wanted and hear her desperation. "Like this..... or should I stop?" teasingly he removed his hand.
Breanne bucked up towards the removed hand. "Please, touch me. Please don't stop."
Zandro acquiesced and expertly touched her. "Can you come for me? I want to watch you orgasming for me?"
"Mmmmm,"
"What if I tasted you right now, would that help you?" and he licked his finger and dipped it inside of her.
The thought of Zandro's mouth licking her intimately and knowing what he was capable of drove away her remaining inhibitions."
"Please yes!" Breanne all but screamed at him. "Please taste me. Oh my god..."
Zandro did exactly that. Licking her and dipping his fingers in and out of her. Breanne felt the ripples of an orgasm taking over her body. Her core muscles tensed her entire body vibrated. She bucked furiously into his mouth and grabbed onto his hair to keep him in position. "Don't stop," she yelled out.
Zandro had no intention of stopping. In fact as soon as Breanne's orgasm started to die down he pulled her up into a sitting position and kissed her thoroughly. "We haven't finished yet," he growled into her ear. He still had unfinished business and sat her on his lap on the edge of the bed and allowed her to set a steady pace.
He used all of his willpower to make it last. She felt so good sitting on him, riding him. He allowed her to control this session and it felt good to experience the pace she set for them. She felt so wet and tight sliding over his rigid erection. He allowed his hands to rub over her silky skin, loving the feel of her back and then down to her generous hips. He resisted the urge to pull her down harder and faster, wanting this to last as long as possible.
Then she surprised him. Breanne pushed him backwards and moved so that she was no longer riding him but perched in front of him with her mouth ready to take him in. He looked down and her eyes did not waver from his face as she took his erection into her mouth. She slid him in and out and swirled her tongue around the tip of his throbbing erection. "Tell me, am I doing this right? How can I now make you come?"
Wow, this confident sexy siren took him completely by surprise and turned him on so that he was now impossibly rock hard. She was utterly amazing. "I don't think you need any tips," he grunted.
"So this feels good then?" and she increased the pace and suction. Zandro let out a guttural groan. "Mmmm," her hum vibrated against his shaft creating even more pleasure for him.
Breanne took her cues from Zandro's facial expressions and reactions. She kept her gaze firmly on his face feeling incredibly empowered and in control. To have this stunning man groaning at her every touch, knowing that she could illicit this kind of response. Well the feeling went straight to her head. She felt sexy. She felt wicked. It was an insane rush and she wanted a whole lot more of this to continue.
Zandro could take no more. He let go without much choice to one of the most powerful orgasms he had ever experienced. His body convulsed and his mind shattered as he lost all control.
Breanne's mouth filled with his warm salty seed and she took pleasure in continuing to lick and taste every last drop of him until finally he gripped under her arms and rolled her on top of him. "Incredible," he whispered to her.
Zandro wriggled them up the bed and under the covers. "Stay with me tonight."
"Mmm, yeah," she responded a bit drowsily completely relaxed now from their love making she was ready to sleep.
"You'll be here then when we wake up?"
"Hmm do you think I'm going to sneak off in the night?"
"Not at all. I just want you to know that I want you here," Zandro pulled her in tightly so that her head rested on his shoulder. His arm secured tightly around her body. She felt so calm, so protected and swiftly dozed off.
Zandro had never before asked anyone to stay the night. He sat there pondering what this meant to him, what Breanne meant to him. He simply did not do permanent relationships so didn't bother thinking through that as an option. Honestly, Breanne stimulated him, he nearly groaned out aloud at just how she stimulated him. On more than a base level, she challenged him mentally and he enjoyed her company. He wondered if he asked her to be more of a longer term friend with of course the wonderful benefits that would naturally go with it how she would react.
It really was no different to what they were doing right at this moment. He would simply be ensuring that there was no misunderstanding that this would be a permanent relationship. He certainly did not want her under that misapprehension. Hmmm, feeling good about the discussion to be had in the morning he tightened his grip around a very soft and slumberous Breanne and settled in to sleep.
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