Milk & Cookies: Interracial One Shots

Chapter 1: Going Down?

Chapter 1: Going Down?

She was in a state of shock. Her heart pounded erratically against her chest. She wiped one of her clammy hands against her Donna Karan leather trimmed skirt, and bit her bottom lip. Just like all the other female employees around the table, she was checking him out. From head to toe, her eyes wandered over his marvelous body. It was astonishing how handsome a man could look in a grey suit.

Dammit, he was her boss!

Jenna Shaw crossed her legs for the ump teeth time as she sat uncomfortably in her chair. She squirmmed, trying to pull her skirt down without anyone else's knowledge.

Tall with long black hair pulled into a tight lower ponytail, he stared at her. For a minute she thought he was looking through her, until his eyes quickly darted away from her, looking at their Chief of Financial Officer, (CFO). Glancing down at her portfolio, her heart sunk. Just as she thought he had eyes for her, that crazy thought came to a screeching halt.

Of course she wasn't his type. At his six foot five frame, athletically built body, dark brown eyes and juicy lips, Eloni Moana was every girls dream. Only a handful of women were considered lucky to be with one of the most powerful and mouth watering men on the planet. Surely, Jenna wasn't one of them.

His types were slender women, no curves. Women with makeup that was caked on their faces with triple D breast size. They were tall like Eloni, and definitely had wealthy backgrounds. All these things were in no correlation to Jenna.

To them, she was consider middle class. Grew up with a father who was a truck driver and a mother who was a customer service representative for a company. Due to her father's busy truck schedule, Jenna would go weeks without seeing him. Unlike her mother, who was always around.

She was average height at five foot six and barely wore makeup. Instead of being like the other woman, she was full of curves. The skirt she wore now defined them to the fullest. Her coke bottle shape stood out from the rest and the men around the office would eye her like she was the best thing.

She wasn't.

Her breast were barely a C cup, her ass was plump and huge. Not like Nicki Minaj's but maybe Erykah Badu's. It was one of her body parts that she despised the most.

And most importantly- Jenna was black! Eloni was Samoan and she never saw him with any woman outside if his race unless she was white.

At Moana Inc, when it came to her looks, she was always on the back burner. Although, when it came to her brains, she was smarter than seventy-five percent of the people here. But Eloni, never gave her credit when it was due.

He always said that she could do better. Or he was disappointed. To her, he was always knocking down her skills but she could get over it whenever he looked at her. She would forever ruin a good pair of panties with her juices when he did.

"So make sure our buyers are on standby," Eloni said to the group and dismissed them.

As usual, the men in the group grabbed their notes and left to do their work while the women swiftly congregated around Eloni. Saving herself yet again from an unbearable situation, Jenna grabbed her portfolio and raised from her seat. Her feelings for Eloni began the minute she began working for the company two years ago. Seeing other woman around him would always tear her to shreds. First it was Becky the big breasted amazon then Stacy the flat ass whore. They were plenty more, but not enough time to list them all.

Before Jenna could exit the conference room, her name was called.

"Ms. Shaw?" She didn't have to turn around to know who voice it belonged to but she did out of respect. Last thing she wanted was a pink slip for insubordination.