A Spilled Coffee and an Unexpected Call

After the interview, I felt a strange mix of relief and anxiety. It had gone well—or at least I hoped it had. The panel had been professional, their questions sharp, but I managed to hold my own and now, all I could do was wait.

Instead of heading straight home, I decided to grab a coffee from a nearby shop. The display of the coffee shop really got my attention that made me want to try it out. I needed something to calm my nerves and, honestly, to reward myself for surviving that intense experience. The café was cozy, with warm lighting and the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the air.

I joined the line, scrolling through my phone absentmindedly, already dialing Ryan’s number. If there was anyone who would want an update, it would be him.

The line moved, and I stepped forward to grab my coffee. I turned around without looking still on the call log about to call Ryan—big mistake.

I crashed into this young but old looking man, and my coffee cup tilted at the worst possible angle. Before I could react, the hot liquid splashed onto the crisp, tailored suit of the man behind me.

“Oh, crap,” I gasped, my eyes widening in shock.

The man stiffened as the dark stain spread across his expensive fabric looking at me up and down like he had just been peed on by a dog.

"Are you kidding me?" he said, his voice sharp with irritation.

I looked up at him, ready to defend myself, but the words caught in my throat. He was tall, imposing, and exuded an air of effortless authority. His dark hair was neatly styled, his sharp jawline rigid with annoyance. There was something about him—something striking, something that made the air feel heavier between us.

But right now, he looked really really pissed. I almost thought he was about to nod me on the head.

I straightened my shoulders, trying to ignore the customers around that witnessed the incident watching us and the unease creeping up my spine before my tongue was able to find the right words.

"Look, it was an accident. You don’t have to act like I just ruined your life." I said, trying to defend myself.

His brows arched slightly, as if surprised by my tone. “I don’t believe I said that, did I?” He asked.

I huffed. “You didn’t have to say it, your face did the work.” responding. rolling my eyes.

His gaze went to the stain on his suit before returning it to me, it was unreadable. "This is a custom suit," he said, trying to keep the conversation short.

"Oh, well, excuse me, Mr. Fancy Suit, but accidents happen," I shot back, folding my arms.

For a second, I thought I saw the corner of his mouth twitch, but it disappeared as quickly as it came.

"Not everyone runs around the city spilling coffee on strangers," he remarked dryly.

"Not everyone stands in the way of someone who’s obviously distracted," I countered.

His dark eyes studied me for a moment, as if trying to figure me out before looking at the people around staring and watching the sudden incident caused by me. Then, his expression shifted to cool and controlled. "Next time, try to pay attention," he said smoothly before brushing past me toward the door, forfeiting what he had come to the coffee shop to actually get.

I let out an irritated breath, muttering under my breath as I turned back to the counter to get another cup of coffee. "Jerk."

I barely noticed when Ryan finally picked up.

“Hey, babe,” he said. “How did it go?”

“Don’t even get me started,” I grumbled, rubbing my forehead. "I just spilled coffee on some uptight guy who acted like I committed a crime against fashion."

Ryan chuckled. “Sounds like a fun day. But more importantly, the interview—how did that go?”

I sighed, the tension slowly leaving my body. "I think it went okay. I’ll find out soon enough."

"That’s great," he responded. "What time will you be home? I wanna come see you. I’m starving mama." he added with his voice low like he wanted me to pity him.

"Starving for what?" I asked with irritation.

"Starving for your sexy body God damn. I haven’t seen you in two days. Don’t you think that’s a bit too much?" he replied.

"You must be crazy, Ryan. I have got things to do, and you just asked me to try this job out. I hope you know I won’t always be available. I wonder how you’ll keep yourself in check without sleeping around." I baited him.

"Whattt? He exclaimed. No other girl could satisfy me like you do. I mean, nobody is as sexy as you. You’ve got that sexy waist, petite booty with the petite boobs combo. Perfect!

That’s perfect for me mama, and I don’t want anyone touching what’s mine, so I won’t go ahead touching others." He added.

Most times, I felt like he knew exactly what I wanted to hear and just told me whatever would keep me in check.

"Whatever," I replied. "I'll be home in two hours.’ Rolling my eyes as I sipped my fresh coffee walking out of the coffee shop.

I got home in an hour and thirty minutes and to my shock, Ryan was already at the door waiting for me.

"How the hell did you get here so fast?" I asked, rolling my eyes in surprise as I fumbled with my keys.

"Come on, baby, you know I would do anything to get under your skirt, anytime, anywhere," he said, his gaze raking over me. "I mean, look how sexy you look in that work skirt. You’ve got me drooling right now."

Before I could respond, he smacked my ass.

"Hold up, hold up, let me settle down inside," I said, feeling exaggerated. "I’ve got coffee stains splashed all over my clothes." I added.

"I’ll help with that," he murmured, locking the door behind us.

Without warning, he pushed me against the dining table, his hands already yanking at my shirt. The first thing he did was cup my breasts from behind, his soft lips trailing along the curve of my neck. A deep moan escaped me before I could stop it and at that moment I wondered if this was how to help a tired lady remove coffee stains from her shirt.

Oh God, I said hold on Ryan, I exclaimed pretending like I wasn’t enjoying it.

Ryan wasted no time. His hands skillfully unhooked my bra, and his mouth found my n****e, sucking greedily. Heat curled inside me, fast and overwhelming.

I pushed him onto the couch finally giving in, I sat on his lap with his legs in between my legs, riding his lap and pressing my breasts against his face, making sure he could fully enjoy them.

Ryan knew how to work me, and that was one of the reasons I kept him around. His hands roamed up my thighs, his fingers tugging at my panties.

I gasped as he slid my panties aside with my skirt still bunched around my waist. His hard length pressed against me, thick and ready. I didn’t even bother taking off my skirt—I just guided him inside, sinking down onto him with a shuddering moan.

"f**k," I breathed.

Ryan groaned, his hands gripping my waist as I bounced on top of him for more than 10 minutes non stop, grinding my hips, relishing every inch of friction. His mouth found my breast again, licking, sucking, making me squirm.

I loved being in control, but Ryan loved it more. Before I could react, he flipped me onto my back, pulling my panties off completely before thrusting deep inside me.

"Slow," I pleaded, giving him a look I knew would melt him.

And just like that, he obeyed.

His movements became slow, deliberate, making me feel every inch of him as he pushed in and out for more than 12 minutes looking me directly in the eye non stop as I held his chin up. I knew this was his weakness. He could never hold out when I made him take his time.

Moments later, his body tensed, his grip on my hips tightening as he came with a low, guttural moan.

He rolled off me, sitting on the floor, catching his breath.

"You are so perfect, baby. And I love your body so damn much," he said, still dazed.

"Oh, please," I scoffed, rolling my eyes, acting like I didn’t just enjoy every second of that.

At that moment, my phone rang. I walked over to the dining table, picking it up. It was an Unknown Caller wondering who it might be because I was not expecting any calls.

"Hello, am I speaking to Haylee Martins?" A lady’s voice asked in a professional tone.

"Yes, this is her," I answered cautiously.

"Great. I have a proposal for you from the company regarding the position you were interviewed for today."

My heart nearly stopped.

Did I… did I get the job already? On the same day? Three hours after I went for an Interview??