What The Heart Desires by Erica Storm Page B

already have your man, I wouldn’t worry about trying to attract some of these losers. But I came to dance and all I have to do is take off my suit jacket and I have a plunging neckline, and hike up my skirt, and I’m a hot bitch. You on the other hand look homey.”
    “Troy says that I should dress conservative.”
    “Yeah, at the bank, but not everywhere you go. You have the best legs, tits, and ass I’ve seen and I’m a woman. You shouldn’t let him make you old. No one wants old. They want hot like that waitress serving us. Do you see what he looks at and men look at? A lot of ass and tits. He makes you cover yours up.”
    The waitress showed in her little black one piece tights with her cheeks exposed. “Look at her when she walks away. She knows she has it going on and she’s flaunting it in our faces.”
    “I can’t be like her.”
    “You don’t have to be like her. Just dress for all occasions. You’ve heard the expression, when in Rome do as the Roman’s do. Well you need a serious wardrobe change.”
    When I looked up, the waitress was back and the club was full. The noise and clinking of glasses were filling the club. The DJ was playing and I couldn’t see very much. “Do you ladies want anything else?”
    “Yes, and put the drinks on the houses tab. This is Troy’s fiancé.”
    “I know Mr. Jamison’s fiancé and she isn’t it.” Tamika and I traded glances. “My friend Tonya is dating him and they are just about to make an announcement.” I narrowed my eyes and turned to Tamika. Maybe it’s because she’s new that she didn’t realize who she was talking to.
    Tamika repeated it again and the waitress said, “I would have to get that approved by Mr. Jameson. I’ll be a few minutes.”
    “He’s here?” Tamika asked stopping the waitress in her tracks.
    “Yes. If you were his fiancé wouldn’t you know that?” She said sarcastically.
    “Look here little bitch. Don’t get smart with me,” Tamika said holding on to the waitress’s arm, “I’ll snatch you bald. You know and I know that all that hair hanging down your butt is a weave. Now don’t fuck with my friend.” Tamika snatched the bill from her tray and handed it to me. “My friend will see her fiancé about the tab. If I were you, I would take your skinny ass out of my face.”
    The waitress looked behind as she walked away but she knew better than to say a word. “Get up and go see what’s going on,” Tamika said to me. I stood with wobbly legs. I had many reasons not to confront him. I was living in his apartment and I had just been hired at that bank, but I pulled myself together and got my nerves up. I reluctantly trudged up the stairs and around to his office.
    I stood outside wondering whether I should confront him. I even considered knocking. Then something told me to just go in why am I knocking.
    Turning the knob and finding the office door open I felt my courage come back. Tamika is just an alarmist who has seen too many bad men in her life and she is plain bitter. I hoped I would never be like her and I smiled thinking about how stupid and wrong the waitress is for thinking there was someone else.
    I walked into the office where the secretaries computer and desk set, and then I saw a dim light on in his office. My thoughts wavered back and forward. Why didn’t he tell me that he had come back from his trip? I opened the door and there was Troy standing in front of his desk with his pants and boxers below his knee. He had on a white shirt but his bare muscular butt was staring me in the face.
    Troy had a cocktail waitress bent over his desk and her thong like costume pulled to the side where her big light brown ass was being invaded by his large black dick.
    His hands were propped on the desk and he didn’t even turn around when he said, “Can’t you see I’m busy.” And through his words were whimpers and moans. I was interrupting a beautiful moment. That moment where he explodes all over and all in