Pulling up outside of Carla's apartment at 6:50 pm, I get out and walk around to leave against the passenger side door, a small part of me wishing I hadn't quit smoking…because I could really go for a smoke right about now.
Carla comes into view through the glass door of her apartment building in a beautiful maroon dress that hugs her beautiful body.
"Damn…" I murmur.
"Hey, hey boss…how do I look?" Carla blushes slightly at me staring at her, with my mouth slightly open, I'd never seen her in anything but overalls and a white tank top before today.
"You look gorgeous Carla…I mean you always look beautiful even with grease and paint stained overalls on…but…"
"Th-thanks…you know I started to worry you might have been secretly gay…as you never seemed to notice me, not even when I tried making myself extra pretty to get your attention." I release an awkward laugh at that and scratch the back of my head while opening the door for Carla to my custom F-100 that looks very similar to Barney's from the first Expendables movie.
"It's not that I've never noticed…that you're a beautiful woman Carla…it's just I never wanted you to feel uncomfortable at work…around me…especially not with me being your boss, you're too skilled and valuable to lose because I let my dick control me." Carla blushes at my honest reply and saunters over to me.
"You know bossman…I kinda think I'd rather have you take me upstairs and rip this dress off of me…then go on that date…after knowing you appreciate me for more than my ass…" Carla murmurs her voice trying to come off as demure.
"I don't know…I'm kinda starving." I mutter as if I'm reluctant to jump into bed with her even as I grab Carla's ass and pull her against me with my right arm while my left goes to the back of her neck pulling her face closer to mine, our kiss begins intensely and only grows more so.
Breaking the kiss Carla off the ground, her legs wrapped around me as I start to head for the steps to her apartment, when a thought hits me…"Don't you live with your father?"
"Shit, yes…your place then grub?!" Carla gasps against my lips making me chuckle.
"Definitely." I groan as Carla grinds against me.
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Six hours later Carla falls onto the bed beside me drenched in sweat, gasping for breath, her whole body trembling still from her most recent orgasm.
"Damn boss, any woman…that let you get away is a dumb bitch!" Carla groans as she rolls over onto her side to look at me.
"So pizza, wings and beer…from Frankie's?" I ask Carla who moans as if she's experiencing another orgasm.
"Bossss, you know me so well!" Carla giggles and the use of boss makes me feel a bit cheap, but I push those feelings away and just enjoy this for what it was, as I release a soft chuckle.
"Everything wings, blue cheese and spicy garlic Parmesan wings?" I ask Carla who organically/comically moans again.
"Yes please!" Carla murmurs in a breathless moan, making me chuckle again, I lean over and kiss her slowly.
"If you keep treating me like this…I might fall for you…" Carla murmurs against my lips while looking at me with half lidded eyes.
"Mm, maybe that wouldn't be so bad…" I murmur back to her and roll out of bed noticing how Carla tried chasing my lips with her own. Living on and off with four women over the years has made me appreciate baby wipes, which is why I keep a pack on hand in a decorative box on my dresser, probably a bit to my man card but whatever, I'm not self-conscious…okay that's a lie but I'm not going to change myself for anyone.
I wipe myself clean with appreciative catcalls from Carla, before a sigh of disappointment comes from her once I'm fully dressed.
"Be back in an hour or so, there's some girly soaps in the closet in the bathroom if you want to wash up…" I tell Carla on my way out of my bedroom receiving a slightly sleepy yawn in return.
"Damn, it's really storming out…" I mutter as I dial up my homegirl tomboy pale Frankie, to give her mine and Carla's usual order.
"Man, why is it you always call me when I'm about to close for the night…?" Frankie asks me.
"Because, I love your cooking and I know you'll put up with my needy pain in the ass, because you love me." I tease and receive a tired sigh in return.
"I do and I always will, without you I never would have been able to keep the family business or expand it."
"No, don't sell yourself short you would have…all I did is invest in someone I believe and trust in." I quickly reassure her.
"Haa, you know sometimes I wish I could hate you Jax…" Frankie sighs in mock exasperation…okay maybe it's not mock exasperation.
"Mm, but I'm too lovable…I know!" I tease back as I slip into my world boots and pull on my hooded black leather trench coat and zip it up while pulling the big hood over my head to protect my cell phone, as I walk outside into the heavy downpour, spotting a yellow cab pulling up in front of my house, and Phebes hops out of it, releases an indignant squawk as the cabbie demands payment in cash or ass.
"I gotta let you go Frankie!" I growl and hear a gasp of worry come from my friend, as I march over and put my fist through the driver's window of the cab and wrap the seatbelt around his throat, my fist being protected by my near constant unconscious use of telekinesis as a force field.
Leaning in, "Give me your license…" the guy shakily hands me his license, I read off his address and licence number while looking at the badge on his cab, "Micheal, can I call you Mickey," the guy does his best to nod, "I know where you live, your license number, your cab's badge number and it just so happens I know your boss and am I good friend of his I can ruin you and will ruin you if you ever come around here again or if you try to extort another female passenger…do we have and understanding?"
"Ye-yeah, I understand!" The guy manages to gasp out, and I let go of his seatbelt and he immediately drives away, looking at the assembled Halliwell sisters who are staring at me both in love, worry and exasperation…
"Uhh, hey…girls…nice weather, we're having huh?" I awkwardly wave to the three who are huddled underneath one large umbrella.
"You know what…I'm not dealing with this tonight, Piper…Phoebe…Jax I'll see you in the morning for breakfast…" Pru seemingly curses as she marches back into the house leaving Piper and Phoebe with the umbrella.
"Uhh, hey, hey Jax…you didn't have to do that…" I can barely hear Phoebe over the sounds of the rain, thunder and lightning not to mention the wind.
"Yeah, yeah I did Phebes…" I mutter and Phoebe looks down at the ground and grinds the right toe of her sneaker into the wet blacktop.
"You're not planning on driving in this storm, are you Jax?" Piper asks me with concern and something else lacing her voice.
"Gonna go get some dinner, and visit with Frankie…" I tell Piper and start turning around to head to my truck.
"I could make you something to eat, Phoebe hasn't eaten dinner yet either…" Piper calls after me and though the offer to eat Piper's gourmet cooking makes my mouth salivate…I couldn't.
"I can't Piper…thanks for the offer though…I'll definitely take a raincheck on your home cooking though for another night…" I holler over my shoulder and pull open the door of my truck, not noticing Carla standing in my bedroom window watching the whole altercation.