A Piece of Me

“It’s my job, Mr. Stephens.”
“Yeah, but you did it without complaint.”
“What else was there for me to do…?”
Her voice faded away and he noticed the same shadow that occasionally clouded her eyes when he’d ask her if she had any plans before he requested her to stay late or give up a weekend to be across the country with him. Two years ago, Amana’s husband had died of a rapid spreading colon cancer. Neal assumed that it was her grief of losing Kevin that still saddened her. Hell, it had been two years and she’d never even dated anyone else as far as he knew.
“Regardless.” He waved her words away. “I am taking you to Luce, so make the reservations.”
When her lips parted, he stopped her and said, “Not taking no for an answer.”
She licked her lips. “What I was going to say was, I still think that the employees,” she stressed the word. “Still deserve a celebration, even if the executives don’t.”
“I agree. However, I’d like to do something different, because just like you they gave up a lot of personal and family time.”
She tapped her pen against her chin for a moment, a sign she was rolling ideas around in her head. “What about if you pay for a day at the theme park for them and their families? Then afterwards reserve a restaurant by it where they can gather for dinner.”
He considered it for a moment. There was no way he could conceive of the stuffy board members going to an amusement park, which meant that the thought of them wanting to be at a restaurant filled with people’s children was definitely something they’d steer clear of. “It’s perfect. Get that all set up. While you’re taking care of our dinner plans,” he added.
Rising, she said, “I’m on it, boss.”
As she sashayed towards the door, he watched how the plum colored Armani jacket and dress suit hugged her body, showing off her narrow waist, round high ass and thick thighs. Designer apparel had never been Amana’s thing, but the clothing stipend he gave her each month forced her to shop at more elite stores. There was nothing wrong with the off the rack suits she’d always worn, but since she never allowed him to show his gratitude for all she had done for him, he pressed his advantage in this area. Telling her that since she now traveled so often with him, she needed to dress close to his level of style, tailored suits and custom-made accessories were his choice. Even though she had caved and began to purchase more sophisticated clothing, she would get them only at discount places such as Off Saks and Nordstrom Rack.
But, it didn’t matter where she got them, because the chic suits always complimented her form. They proclaimed every curve of the striking black woman who worked out and took care of her body, which appeared firm and toned. Over the last two years, she’d spent just as much time in the fitness center as he did. Most mornings at five a.m., he’d find her stepping up on the treadmill beside him, if she hadn’t beaten him there.
When he began to feel the familiar rise of his cock in his pants, he couldn’t help but be thankful when she closed the door behind her, removing the view.