A Woman's Touch(Sample-Only on Dreame)

Chapter 4: Liquid Courage

Chapter 4: Liquid Courage

Morning came with the sun shining in on my face, my eyes squint from the intrusion of the light rays peeking through my window. My head throbbed with such pain that when I sat up I felt the room spin around me.

I topple over to my left side feeling woozy from the after effects of the alcohol. I walk over to my restroom and wipe my face with water while doing my business and getting ready for another day at the office.

I don't do well with partying hence why I don't party as much, but I was feeling like I could float one minute then fall down suddenly the next. I was hot and cold, calm at first, then anxious the next, the rhythm never staying the same.

I walk into my kitchen grabbing my tequila bottle, opening the top and downing a shot to make the headaches go away for now.

Not my ideal choice but my head stopped throbbing.

I take a cab for work going through my files for next issue for the spring of April, it's the busiest of any season since our top designers come all over the world wanting to collaborate with the Great Milan of Milan's Empire.

I have to make sure she receives only the best while she decides what will be showcased or not.

You never want a bored Milan when she's working on a collection. A bored boss equals a no-show boss.

It's a make or breaks time for any designer coming to see Milan Petrovo or Stromboli. Not sure which name to go with since her apparent divorce will be finalized soon.

Weird how I know that fact, Henry keeps blabbing more nonsense to me lately.

My mind wonders over to last night. Flashes of a woman's hand touching and caressing my body, there was a lot of people watching us go at it.

I consciously rub my wrists feeling the markings of the rope burn from yesterday. Whoever the woman was had my insides turning. She created a storm within me that I never knew could rise so high and I sunk right into it.

I arrive on time without so much making a scene, Today was the meeting in Philadelphia. I'm two hours ahead of schedule before our drive to another place.

I take the elevator towards Milan's office, she said it was best to meet in one place instead of having to take the elevator all the time when she needs something. She's moved me to her space right away. I thought it would take at least a week to move everything.

I wonder what's gotten her so motivated to move things forward.

I enter the office with people walking about speaking at the meeting. Today we will be meeting a new designer. And we'll be with investors about adding another location to Milan's company.

"Hello Ms. T, How is your morning?" Another one of Milan's staff comes up to me with a cup of coffee ready for me.

"I'm fine Sonya, why is everyone waiting?" I asked.

"We're waiting on you. Milan didn't want to start the pre-meeting without you. Come inside the small hall, they'll start once you've entered." Sonya smiles wide as she escorts me into the small hall where everything was set up.

30 minutes later and we know what our task is for today. Milan calls me over to decide what's the next step and strategy for this meeting today at 3:00.

"Omi I hope you're prepared, this isn't your usual slow day pace type of work. I need you to have a clear head and be on top of everything." Even when she's in work mode, she manages to make me feel tingling inside.

This is bad, I shouldn't be dreaming about my boss. Hell, can I think about two people at once?

"Yes ma'am, anything else?" I ask as I begin to prepare to leave for our 3:00 meeting.

"No that will be all, let's go."

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Milan has her driver take us to an airport where we'll be taking a private jet to arrive in Philly as quickly as possible. I've never been on a private jet so this will be fun for me.

"Hope you don't mind, but driving there will take up most of our time. It's better if we fly out don't you think?" Milan asks and I gulp by the sight of the metal bird on standby ready to take off.

"Of course, whatever allows us to arrive on time will be best," I answer quickly hopping off of the car.

I mean, if Milan can afford her own plane, who knows what else she can buy.

"Wonderful lets go."

The interior of the plane was smooth and creme, the seats were wide with enough cushion for you to fall asleep during the flight. There were two flight attendants ready on call to take our request when needed.

Champagne ready on a table in the middle of the plane. This whole ride screamed glamorous for the world-famous fashionista Milan Petrovo.

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We arrived on the dot as our plane pilot had said we would. By 2:40 we were already driving out of the airport into our meeting in less than 20 minutes.

"Are you ready Omi?" Milan asks.

"I have to admit, I'm a little nervous," I explain.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine. You know the presentation. All you have to do is speak and it'll be over before you even start." She lays her hand on top of mine, our fingers zap each other electrifying our bodies in sync with one another.

It was the same feeling I had when I met that woman at the club the other night.

For a brief moment, we stare into each other's eyes. Her eyes were hazel, the intensity in them brought me to want to look down. However, I stood my ground and kept looking into her eyes.

The eyes are the window to our soul and a touch is a key to opening the forbidden door of attraction.

"Thanks for the... tip." I was breathless.

My feelings were all over the place. I'm crazy to even think for a second that Milan could have been that woman the other night.

Yet, is it so bad to have a dream of the possibility it could have been her?

"Here's another tip." She leans down moving her hand away from mine and opening a cabinet full of liquor in the car.

She brings a small bottle of whiskey and opens the cap passing the small bottle to me.

"The trick to walking into a meeting confident is you need a little liquid courage to get you through the day." I look at the small bottle, confused to what Milan is asking of me.

She is my boss and she's giving me permission to drink. On the other hand, is it even professional to be drinking on the job with your boss in front of you?

"Seems risky," I say.

"Every job has a risk, the question is if you have the tits to do it." I blush hard feeling quite embarrassed by her vulgar words.

"Don't you mean balls?" I ask.

"No, I mean tit's, only thing balls do is shoot a load of sperm to make a baby, it's the tits that bring the real work of taking care of life." I nod my head in understanding of where she's getting at.

Seems she's a feminist, I'm more of a humanist. I don't think anyone is above anyone. We're all the same yet different at the same time. We all have a part to play in this world. The question is what part do we have?

"However this is a man's world," I say.

"There wouldn't be men if it weren't for women bringing them into this world."

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