Chosen For Pleasure

CHRISTIE

Boy am I glad i never have to deal with this bullshit.
You know, things like this is the reason why I'm never having any damn kids.
Looking at her I almost felt an ounce of pity, (which by the way made me want to throw up a little just thinking of it)but i mean who knows, it was pretty much her choice any way.

She looked tired, drained; just entirely over this day and of course running after her 5 year old -he is 5 right?
I mean he certainly looks it!
I don't know, I'm completely clueless when it comes to these things, but what i do know a great deal about though, is Art .

I've been in the business of buying and trading art for quite some time now, heaven only knows how long and i love every bit of it. Not only do I appreciate the pioneers of the renaissance, but also the da vincis, Michelangelos, even the William Shakespeares of the new age. The way stories are told with every stroke of a brush, twist of a word to capture the core of your emotions and even the curve of a finger, molding a piece to be admired; it just completely intrigues me.

My gaze shifts from that poor mom as it's shortly interrupted by this guy jogging. Gosh its fucking one in the afternoon and the sun is not being shy, is he on some court order to pay for a crime or something ?
Wait; is he jogging and eating a hotdog? Talk about two birds with one stone. I giggled. It does look good though.

Only now has it sunk-in, damn it really is about 1 O'clock, I've been here for almost 2 and a half hours and haven't had a bite to eat all morning. Makes me wish i grabbed something from that breakfast truck on my way here. I should call Allison and cancel this meeting.

Here i am trying this adapt to the client, seal the deal crap when I'm not even an outdoors kinda girl.

I definitely need to get out of Here and grab a some foo- ooohhhmygawd! Who the fuck is she?

Those legs so slender, toned , yeah she definitely works out and i mean those shoes fit them too-' fuck me' pumps. Her walk exudes confidence, as if no one is there but her. Perfect cheekbones , her red lipstick says passionate both in and out the bedroom, her light makeup screaming i own my shit and i don't need it.

The way that little black dress hugs her body. Every curve subtly outlined like it was tailor made.

What is she doing at a park any way? This isn't exactly a tree-hugging outfit, too much movement could definitely cause that ass , which is almost too perfect if i must say, to burst through.

"Oh Christ no" I muffled , as I watch her pick up that same kid, giving him rough 'mom kisses on the cheek. The conversation between her and Ms. Frustrated over there makes me think she must be her nanny and she's definitely not putting in a good word for naughty Nick either.

'Cute' I thought. The face he made when Ms. Fuck me pumps spoke to him firmly but still with eyes saying 'mommy loves you' .
I don't know how they do it. Strike that balance between a strong stance and yet being ever so gentle and loving.
"Moms" I scoffed lightly.
Not saying that I can't do it because we all know i rock at every single thing I do, but I think I'd rather not sacrifice my career and you know, extra activities for a kid. I'm perfectly content.

On that note I'm definitely calling Allison.

As i unlocked the phone I realized she had already called me. 8 times to be exact.

"Hey , I tried calling you"." Mr. Schumer says he can't make the meeting; Something about his betty being sick".

Stupid silent cell phone rule , I rolled my eyes. I've been sitting here all this time for nothing.

"Thanks Ali, please pick me up some lunch. Thai sounds good and have a follow-up meeting scheduled with Mr. Schumer for later on this week. We definitely need to get him in before he signs on with another art agency. See you in a bit" . I hung up before she could say a word. Something about the way she agrees to every single thing annoys the heck out of me, turns me on just a tad bit and is also what makes her a great assistant. She's always so darn positive; solution-oriented as she likes to call it.

I decide to take one more glance of Fuck me pumps before i get the heck out of here but the naughty grin on my face drops when i see that she already left." Well i mean her ass wasn't that great anyway " I lied .

As i sit at my desk juggling a fork to my mouth, and tapping fingers browsing the social networks of the world for my next art conquest, she crosses my mind. No not ms. Fuck me pumps; although strangely I imagined her on the way here. Almost ran a light because of her. Stupid.

Anyways tiffany; fucking tiffany.
I met her last week at Keyes, my favorite Mediterranean restaurant. She was sitting there, sipping a glass of Montoya cabernet. Not exactly my wine of choice, but hey to each his own. She had seemed oddly annoyed but tried her best not to let anyone notice.
Well i had a knack for this sorta thing so jokes on her I guess. I could tell she was waiting for someone who was probably way past fashionably late.
Of course I was right because An almost too handsome to function figure touched her just above those dimples on her lower back, that i couldn't see but i just knew were there. He had come on a mission. One that would leave poor tiffany crying and me, as the only other single person here feeling obligated to go talk to her.

After a couple drinks it turned out MS Tiffany here was much more interesting than one would think.
Fast forward to about a week and we've bonded quite a bit in every way imaginable if you know what i mean.

"I should call her"." Should I call her"? I could definitely use some company tonight. "What could a light drink and some conversation hurt?"- my excuse to get her over for the past few days.

Thinking of those moments however sent a heat in places. "No i should give her some space!" My thoughts were racing. "Maybe she'll call me; but it won't hurt, open the drawer Christie."
My mind fought with me. As my freshly manicured nails touch the handle of my stained wooden drawer, Allison walks in.
"Saved by positive Suzie" i whispered softly trying to fight a chuckle.

"We're all set with Schumer but he can only do tomorrow at 9. "You need to pick out the piece we're donating to the museum, your mom wants to know if you're coming to dinner on Sunday and do you want me to RSVP you for the cocktail on Saturday?"

"oh and uhh Ms. Slade called, something about a piece she wants you to look at." "Seemed urgent". I finally looked up.

Ms. Slade, Tiffany Slade. I smiled just a little because I know there is no piece. Unless said piece lies between soft limbs then definitely.
She isn't the art type but guessing tonight im in for a treat.

"All sounds good Ali and I'll let you know about the party by Thursday but update my schedule regardless".