Wild For The Night

Chapter 1

"Baby, this might sound rude.

I'm taken but I want you.

I don't want to play by the book, no rules.

They say you can't have cake and eat it too

but ain't that what you supposed to do?

Ain't you supposed to eat too?"

"Awwww shucks, this is my song!" I scream as I turn up the volume in my car. I began singing the words to the Trey Songz track, "Cake" as the base vibrated my car seat.

I'm always stuck in traffic when I head out to work. It's 5 a.m. and I'm in route headed into center city, Philadelphia. My freshly washed all black BMW 6-series Gran Coupe is glistening in the warm summer sun. My windows are rolled up and the air is on full blast. Please, I don't have time to sweat out this fresh weave. Its times like this, I'm glad for the job that I have. I work as an Information Technology Executive Director for a leading software company. Basically, I'm responsible for buying and approving the acquisition of goods and services needed by the company. It may sound boring but 6 figures a year and a fly company car ain't bad for a single woman with no kids.

"Come on!" I yell to the cars in front of me out of frustration. I have to be to work in a half hour and I really don't want to get in late. After 15 minutes of stop and go traffic, I'm into the smooth flow of traffic again and I make it to work before 6:30AM. I pull up to the front of the corporate office and I pass the keys off to the valet.

"Good Morning, Thomas" I say as I place my keys in the hand of the valet driver.

Thomas' eyes were scanning the form fitting black pencil dress I was wearing from my favorite store, Black House| White Market. I must admit, the dress rides my curves perfectly but I hate causing a distraction to men. I get dressed in the finest clothes because I'm worth it, not because I look for approval in others. I slung my black waist length blazer around my shoulders to defuse Thomas' gaze. I clear my throat to snap Thomas into reality.

"Uh. Oh. Good morning Ms. Barrish". He stammered as he brushed past me and sat in the driver seat, not making eye contact with me.

"Mhm, just don't scratch her." I responded casually as I turned around and walk through the glass doors that led to the lobby. I heard Thomas close the car door and pull off from in front of the building.

I walked past the front desk where the security resided. There were always two on post at all times. I politely smiled and nodded to the males that sat behind the desk as a greeting. I hated talking to them because they could never hold a decent conversation. A simple "good morning" conversation always led to the two men telling me why I should go on a date with one of them. As I slipped into the elevator the taller of the two, Garry, spoke up. "Good morning Ms. Barrish" he said in the sorriest seductive tone I've ever heard. He had to have been around 6'4 and 345 pounds of pure fat and sweat. His complexion was dark as night and he sported a sweaty bald head that he constantly wiped with a dingy handkerchief like a southern Baptist preacher. His security shirt barely covered his expanded belly and always had white gunk in the corners of his mouth. His partner, Ron, was the complete opposite. He was a white male with the world's WORST skin. Red blotches of cystic acne covered his face and neck; he was about 5'10 and 135 pounds. The security blazer he was required to wear swallowed his small frame and the sleeves effortlessly covered most of his hands. Needless to say, the sight of them in combination with their disgusting regards to women was utterly revolting.

I smiled in response as the elevator doors slowly closed. Even after the doors closed, I could hear the security officers cackling at some raunchy joke that was shared between them. I just wanted to get to my office. I pressed the button for the 30th floor and waited as the elevator jolted to my destination.