This a fictional story. This is book one of a trilogy. Nia Long and Janelle Monae explore a different relationship out of the one they establish. Janelle Monae (28) is a graduate student who starts as an intern, Nia Long (42) is the founder and CEO...
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I take my seat back at the bar and swig the remainder of the Bourbon. I request another round and lean back in the chair.
"You know, I think I might fuck my boss." I thank the bartender and grasp the glass of Bourbon in my hand.
Victoria chuckles and requests that the bartender switch her next round of drinks.
"Now, fucking your boss. Monae, you know how you are." She says grabbing her spicy margarita and put the rim to her lips.
"How am I, enlighten me." I lean on the bar top and place the glass back down.
"Simply put, you like your woman pussywhipped, whether it's a one-time fuck or more. She ain't going for that." She turns in her direction and looks back at me.
"You are loud." I sarcastically swung the glass of Bourbon around.
"The sexual tension we had today made me at least want to try it; you know, see what it's like." I gaze over at the table, eyeing her being cozy with her date.
"Ms.Nia Long," I say, taking a sip of the glass.
I request the bartender and tell him to send another drink to her table of whatever she is having.
With perfect timing, her date gets up and walks away from the table. Her eyes are perusing as the drink is set in front of her.
We lock eyes, and I tip my glass before taking a sip. I turn back to Victoria, whose eyes are on me.
"Were you watching me this entire time? You creep." I chuckled, pushing the glass away.
"I think I'm going to call it a night; I can't be late tomorrow." I grin, pushing the seat back to the wall. I grab Victoria's head and kiss her forehead.
"See you soon, girl."
I walk out to the elevator lobby and say goodbye to the owner before pressing the button.
The doors open, and I step in. I feel a little tipsy, but I think I'm good enough to drive.
I grab the keys from Tony and give him a nice tip.
"Have a good night, Tony." I say getting the car.
6:00 am
The alarm for my phone blares through my ears, and I turn over, trying to ignore it. I grab the pillow and throw it over my head.
Fuck, I feel the bourbon once I finally sit up and grab my phone to stop the alarm.
The time displayed on the TV reads 6:05 a.m.
I rush to the closet to find an outfit for today, and I settle for a white silk top and high-waisted pleated wide-leg pants.
With crust still in my eyes, I reluctantly make my way to the bathroom, stretching in the doorway.
I prioritize what is important and hop in the shower.
I make my movements swift so I can get on the road by 7:00 a.m.
I place my lotion legs in my pants, bringing them to my waist. I grab my shirt from the hanger and put it in front of the bathroom mirror. I tuck the shirt neatly into my pants, fold the long-sleeved arms, and grab my gold accessories.
I check outside of my room to look at the time on the TV. I have 10 more minutes before I need to head out the door.
I snatch off the bonnet and look at my lack of preparation from last night. I throw it in a low ponytail and brush my sides.
I complete my dental hygiene routine and walk out of the bathroom, clasping the gold watch around my left wrist.
I grab my phone, badge, and carrier bag, heading out the door at 6:59 a.m.
I do a quick victory dance after locking the door and heading to the garage.
The ride to work is quiet, and I am tempted to stop and get some coffee, but I know I don't have any time for it. I park the car on the second level, like yesterday, and make my way into the building.
I scan my badge for the first time, and I feel like an official motherfucker. The process is quicker than yesterday; I flick my wrist and check for the time, and I made it by 7:20 am.
"Good morning, Monae." Miah greets me as I step up to the front desk.
"Hey Miah, boss lady here yet?" I was looking around the office.
Miah nods her head and points down the hall leading to her office.
"She's waiting for you; the door is open." I mouth what the fuck to Miah and make my way down the hall to her office.
"Come in; lock the door behind you." I do as instructed and walk to a seat close to her desk. She has her chair facing the curtained window.
She turns her chair around with her heel, and the first thing I noticed were her red sole pumps. Red must be her signature color or the only pop of color she allows herself to wear.
She hands me today's itinerary, leaning over her desk and exposing her black lace bra. The droop from the neckline of her blouse made my eye view more than just her laced bra.
I stand up to reach for the folder, and she grabs my hand. "Nice watch; next time use it. You should be here before me." She releases my hand and slides back into her seat.
I rolled my eyes when she wasn't paying me any attention. "Sure thing, boss," I retort.
"I have a meeting with our logistics team in a few minutes; be a dear and cover the minutes for the meeting." The corners of her lips move upward as she looks over at me, falling quickly as she moves her attention back to her open iPad.
"Thank you for sending the drink; was that your little friend?" I wipe a smirk on my face and lean on the arm of the chair.
"Yes, it was. "I've never seen you there before," I say, leaning out of my chair and into our conversation.
"And you won't see me there again, NDA sweetface." I wipe the smirk off my face and grab my carrier bag, taking out my laptop.
We sit in silence, waiting for the meeting to begin. I occasionally steal glances at her as she looks through her glasses at her computer screen.
"Do you want me to unlock the door?" I asked her, breaking the silence.
"Nope, I will let you know when to unlock the door." She says not lifting her eyes from the screen.
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She is a filler chapter; Chapter 5 will be a touch of erotica.
