Chaelisa One-Shots Smuts

What a Beautiful Day

Lalisa POV

The cab stopped in front of the office, and I struggled to compose myself. I was nervous. I normally didn't do nervous. I did cocky, self-assured, and confident, not nervous. But this was huge.

If I nailed this contract...

I shook my head to clear my thoughts and handed over a few bills as I pushed the door open. It bumped against something and closed back in on me.

"Son of a bitch!" Came a sweet voice that completely contradicted the foul words.

I had hit somebody with the door.

I scramble to open the door back up, this time without maiming anyone.

Legs: sweet, delicious legs that went on for miles and black stilettos and bare legs leading up to a tight gray skirt and crisp white blouse. Perky breasts, Jesus. I felt myself getting hard at the sight of this poor girl that I knocked on her ass.

"I am so, so sorry!" I plead. "Are you okay?"

I reached down with both hands to help her up. Her hands were so small. A soft gasp drew my eyes to her face and for a moment I forgot to breathe. She is so fucking beautiful. Big brown eyes, thick dark lashes, with plump pink lips and straight brown hair that frames her face softly. A light blush travels up her cheeks and I realize I was staring at her like an idiot.

"Are-are you okay?" I ask again.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I was just trying to grab a cab. I didn't even realize you were still in there," she replies softly, rubbing her forehead with one hand.

I snap out of my haze and find I am still holding her other hand. We both look down, as if we realize it at the same moment.

"Sorry," she says again.

"No, please. I'm the one who's sorry," I insist.

She chuckled a little and I couldn't help but laugh with her.

"I should-"

"Can I-"

We both speak at once and she chuckles again. This time I held my hand out to shake hers and introduce myself.

"I'm Lalisa."

"Roseanne."

"Hi."

"Hi."

The cabbie chose that moment to blare his horn, knocking me out of whatever spell I had been under, and I realized I needed to get going, but I couldn't leave without at least trying.

Suddenly I was nervous. I rubbed my hand across the back of my neck; a habit I had picked up from my father.

"Look, I uh, I know this is strange, but could I buy you a cup of coffee or take you to lunch or something, sometime?" I stammer.

She looks shocked for a moment before she nods her head eagerly.

"Yeah, that would be nice," she agreed and reached into her purse pulling out a business card. "That's got my office line and my cell. Give me a call."

"Okay. I will," I promised.

"Bye, Lalisa," she says softly and steps into the cab, giving me a glorious view of her backside. I loved the way my name sounded on her lips. I watched as the cab pulled away before stumbling into the receptionist's office in a daze.

A perky blonde, who looks more like a Barbie doll than an actual person, greets me while trying to adjust her silicone cleavage.

I manage to keep the look of disgust of my face as I speak. "I'm here to see Mr. Kim."