Bet He Want It

What?-Sy'Nai

The cool air of my office in the Hines National Bank kept me from sweating and my makeup together even though I was feeling anything but. Reason number one why I don't associate with thugs, it's too damn dangerous! I came from the streets, ran them with my brothers, but after graduating with a Master's degree in Business Administration, I made a promise to never go back to that life. Then Jamarion happened. The dude was smooth. I liked how he kept his word. On the first night that I met him, he had promised to call me at 7:12 p.m on a Tuesday, and he did. He was that precise about everything, even love making. I appreciated the attention that he gave to my body, not like other men who where in out for what they could get out of it. Damn. It hurt to see him shot up like that. He was so careful about everything and everyone, except his cousin. Shame that family would do that snake shit.
I take a seat in the leather chair in my office, pick up my peacock feathered pen and begin to go through the slew of paperwork for the day.
"Good morning, Ms. Johnson." Jeremiah Hines smiled walking into my office, his broad hands placed in his suit pants pocket.
I remember his hands from our first encounter. The day he hired me. We went through the standard questions, and although I was qualified for the position I felt the need to solidify my new title and offered to continue our conversation over lunch. I could tell the VP, son of the bank owner, was hungry for me when we sat across the table from each other, so I excused myself to the restroom. When he followed and locked the door behind him, I knew I had him and the job locked.
In two seconds his mouth had covered mine and my legs wrapped around his waist. He placed me against the wall as he steadied himself between me. His large hands roamed my body like an avid explorer discovering a new land.
That had been our first and last sexual encounter. When I started the following Monday, he summoned me to his office to apologize for his actions and explain that as I was now his employee, it would never happen again.
In two years it had not, but I see a flicker in eyes here and there. See that if I gave him the right green light, he would go forward full throttle. So far I hadn't had to go there and we keep things at a simmering temperature.
"Good morning Mr. Hines." I reply. "How can I help you today?"
The grin on his face indicated that he had a vivid memory of our encounter as well. That he could possibly go back on the word he gave me two years ago.
I stand up to give him a better view.
When at my formal job, I am always dressed professionally. Professional though doesn't have to mean prudish. My silky button shirt hugged still accentuated my lady lumps without exposure, and the straight leg trousers followed my curves like a race car driver. I am aware of my non average beauty, the fullness of my features that some don't appreciate. Mr. Hines was not one of those men.
He cleared his throat and took to fidgeting his collar.
"I just wanted to let you know that you have served the company well. Your service, your loyalty has been invaluable." He began to pace.
Alarm sounds blare in my brain. Could he? He wouldn't?
I step toward the obviously nervous man, whom I've never seen ever break a sweat.
"Mr. Hines." I swirl his name through my lips. "You are right. I am loyal to this company... and to you."
I close the distance between is but don't let our bodies touch. He has to want it, trust in the possibility that he can have it, and believe that he is in control of the situation.
His eyes stop and fall into mine. I hold onto his gaze and silently send signals that whatever I needed to do to stay in his employ could and would happen however, whenever he wanted.
I am 6 months from my savings goal. 28 weeks from having the financial independence that I've longed for. I need this job and my current benefactors to what I need before time runs out.
"That's what I  like about you Sy'- Miss Johnnson."
He looked away from me. Looked away like just a glance would turn him into stone. Maybe it did. Maybe looking at me turned him to rock, made him hard. I smile at the thought.
"And why is that?" I questioned.
He pretended to admire a painting on the wall.
"You can be so..." He turned and raked his eyes over my body.   Took notice of every part as if it would be lost to his sight for ever.  "Be so damn convincing, and right now the fate this company depends on it."