After The Getaway - End Scene

I stepped into Jeff's office and plopped myself down ont his leather couch sitting in the corner. The couch was one of those old regal looking leather chairs that you would see in a lawyers office that would cost you close to half a million dollars to hire. Jeff looked up from his cherry wood desk and smiled at me. I couldn't help but smile back. He had that affect on me and it was the smile of his that spread from his lips to his eyes. "You look like you could use another vacation", he said. I nodded. I did. I wanted to go home. To sit by the pond at my parents house while the crickets chirped and the birds sang. I needed that peace. "What are you thinking?" he asked of me. "How badly I need to go home. How I need to go make things right with Jake." "Oh. Him. Beau told me about your, uh, vacation." He said slyly. "I know. I'm an idiot. But can I use the I am an intern excuse?" "No. You can't. It's acceptable but you need to figure out how to make it right with Beau at work and clear you conscious." "Yes. I do. I need to make it right with Jake first before I go on making it right anywhere else." "So go do it. Go now. I'll fly you." "Because you are Peter Pan and have Tinkerbell in your pocket? I can't leave work and I don't have the money for a plane ticket right now." "Ah, Tinkerbell would be a good name for my private jet but unfortunately she or it, doesn't have a name."

As far fetched as I was beginning to think my life was, it wasn't. Jeff had a private jet and pull with Beau. He managed to get me a few days off from work and fly me down to Texas to see my family by the days end. I of course begged Jeff to go with me. Why? I'm not totally sure. I just felt like I always had to be near him. Like he was the answer to my very pear shaped world. And he didn't argue, didn't say no, he just went along for my ride without a question.

After The Getaway

There was only a month left until the ball and Beau was completely stressed. Jeff had to go back to work and actually be the CEO of his own company and I didn't have any help with direction as Beau just couldn't sit still long enough and tell me. That morning Beau sent me over to Jeff's office to pick up several packets apparently with information for the ball. I was tired and wanted nothing more than to get away from the office and Beau. He was chaotic and we didnt even talk to me , merely mumbled or sent his secretary for me. I had a feeling he had a relationship in mind when we went away for the getaway and no just a weekend fling. Oh well. I didn't have the time to worry about his feelings or what he wanted. I had committed myself to Jake and now I just needed to figure out how to tell him.

I took a cab only part way to Jeff's office and then walked the rest of the way to clear my mind. The thing I missed the most about home, about Texas, was the stars and the fresh air. I was able to breathe in the air, think through my problems and come up with a solution. Here all I felt was more and more problems. By the time I got to Jeff's the only solution I could come up with was to take a week off and go back home. I just had to figure out how to ask Beau for the time off.

Jeff's front desk assistant buzzed me up and let me go straight to his office. We had spent some time over there also
during the planning of this ball so I was a familiar face. The three of us had actually gotten quite close. And I was surprised at how much we told each other without hesitation. It was a beautiful friendship we had started, of course minus the sex with Beau part. And I'm sure the friendship would have been stronger had we spent actual time together and not working time.

The First Getaway - The Rest Of The Story

I had laid a wash cloth on the back of the tub for me to rest my neck. I slid down into the tub and closed my eyes. I didn't want to wash my body or srub behind my ears, I just wanted to soak and relax. I heard a knock at the door and I don't know how long I had been there for but there were only two candles left burning and the water had gone from scalding hot to an almost cold. Beau came in with a pair of short on and nothing else. It was the first time I had ever seen his body that unclothed and his chest was chiseled lightly but enough to draw my attention. He was carrying a small glass of champagne and handed it over to me. I moved my eyes to his and his had gone soft and he looked as though he had given up. I chugged my champagne down quickly, closed my eyes and slid back down into the tub. I felt his presence still there, sitting on the counter next to the sink, just watching me. We didn't talk for five minutes and I kept my eyes closed. Then all of a sudden I was being lifted out of the tub, my body pressing against his and his breath next to my ear. "I can't help myself any longer. I need and want you more than you know." he said. This time I knew it was a growl and I knew why. I wrapped my legs around his waist considering how short I was it was actually a bit higher than his waist. He slid his arms down my body to my lower back right near my butt and pulled me into him tighter. He growled again at me with no words coming out and kissed my neck.

The entire weekend we stayed in bed talking, laughing and having sex. There was a brief moment I thought of Jake and felt a deep pang of regret. I cheated and I didn't want to cheat but I need the relief of feeling a man hold me and want me. I suppose Jake would never have to know but I couldn't be a liar on top of a cheat. I looked in Beau's eyes and he understood. And then at that moment we made a quiet understanding that we could never do this again

The First Getaway

Going upstate was the answer but was a lot more than Beau had implied. When we got to his guest house I was expecting a one room cabin with a bathtub that needed to be scrubbed. Not that I couldn't handle it but it wasn't what I was hoping for. When we arrived it was a twenty five hundred square feet house with two bedroom, both master suites and two gigantic bathrooms. It was furnished and decorated with all things vintage down to the old claw foot bathtub. I laid my bags down in the bedroom Beau gave me, poured half a bottle of bubble bath and bath salt into the tub and waited for it to fill up. I closed the bathroom door meanwhile so that the bathroom would be steamy.

"Beau, you got any candles? And by any I mean a least a dozen?" I asked him sheepishly. Beau nodded padded barefoot by me slipping his hand from one side of my waist as to make me turn and follow him. I had to take a deep breath and steady by legs underneath me. "I'll light them for you." he said with a deep tone that I had never heard before. It was as if he had growled it at me. I smiled at him and let him light the candles while I laid out my clothes. I laid out a tight white tank top and a pair of yoga pants. It didn't really matter because Beau had seen me in he worst possible way any time we had spent the night with each other. Beau walked out and let know the bathroom was all ready for me and told me he was going to chill and watch a little TV. I didn't really care I wanted to just throw my clothes off and run to the bathtub.

New York - Part 1 Act 3

For the next week the three of us locked ourselves in the conference room to work and plan the ball. We would leave for only a few hours a night to sleep and shower. We were worn out and at wits end. It was a Friday evening and Jeff had to go out of town. Back to Tennessee to spend some time with his parents and sister. Beau was annoyed about it and got into it with Jeff. I was sitting on the table cross legged chewing up sunflower seeds while they were arguing like it was some sort of prime time television show. Jeff had finally pushed Beau out of the way, kissed me on the cheek; to my delight and left. Beau opened up two of the conference windows and pulled out a cigarette. "Want one"?, he asked. I had never smoked before but had so much pent up sexual frustration and general frustration from Jake that it was either smoke or get naked with Beau. The choice obviously easy to make, I needed my job.

I grabbed a cigarette from Beau's pack and choked my way half way through it. Beau did a small smile at me and wrinkled his nose, knowing full well I didn't smoke. I put my cigarette out and like a smoky velvet ribbon blew the smoke out the window slowly. I watched it roll and twist around until it finally disappeared. I looked at Beau and told him I needed a break. I need a couple days to sleep, take a hot bath and recharge my mind. I think the first answer that crossed his mind was out of anger and stubbornness but it wasn't what he told me. He agreed we needed to take the weekend and suggested we head up to his vacation house upstate. At that point I didn't care where we were going I wanted to sleep. I wanted to get out of this annoying office before I went all crazy and ended up in the nearest jail. It had taken it's last toll and I wanted away. I didn't want my phone ringing with Jake on the other end. I didn't want to plan balls or imagine having sex with Jeff. I wanted to take a hot bath and sleep for at least ten hours. If going upstate was the way I could do it, I was game.

New York - Part 1 Act 2

The morning I met Jeff I was tired and frustrated. I had a big fight with Jake the night before about not being able to talk to him as much. We talked, no, screamed for five hours straight on the phone. I was so exhausted that I did nothing with myself and was late to work. I put on my black pin striped skirt, a pink short sleeve button up blouse and my simple black and white heels. I left two buttons undone on my blouse not on purpose but it didn't look bad that I was showing just the perfect amount of cleavage. I let my hair stay down and wavy because I didn't have the gusto to do anything with it. I sprayed on some body shimmer so that my pantyhose-less legs wouldn't look bare and stark.

When I got out of the taxi in front of my office building Beau was standing with the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. He was about 6'3" with dirty blond hair, crystal blue eyes and was built unbelievably. I'm pretty sure he had more muscle in his pinky than I did in my entire body. He wasn't built to the point that it was disgusting and if I had to compare him to a celebrity it would be Russell Crowe.

Everything in me went still when I saw him smile at me. I breathed deeply and attempted to straighten my skirt. Beau nodded and started walking towards me. Beau stood about three inches shorter than Jeff but it took everything I had in me not to skip and do a silly dance that these two tall, dark, gorgeous men were walking towards me. Me! Beau introduced Jeff and I to each other and as Jeff took my hand he kissed my check saying gruffly, "Nice to meet you". At that very moment I felt the strangest of emotions. One I felt sex. I wanted sex. And oddly enough with the two of them all I could think about was sex with them both. Then I felt something else. A pull that felt like a small tingle of obsession and need. That tingle had nothing to do with sex.

Beau brushed up behind me quickly wrapping his arm around my waist and leading us both towards the office. I felt heat rise up my legs and my cheeks. I was feeling hot all over but the smell of Beau's cologne, his arm around my waist and his breath so close to me made me unfocused and nervous. Beau was mentioning something about a lot of food and hours in the conference room yet still all I could do was to keep telling myself to breathe.

When Beau finally let go of me I was able to clear my mind and excuse myself to the restroom. I need to splash some water on my face and pull myself together. These two men were hot, very hot, but one was my boss and the other my bosses best friend. I couldn't do this now. I couldn't afford it. And then there was always Jake. I was not the one to cheat or hurt someone intentionally so anything I wanted to do, I couldn't actually bring myself to do it.

New York - Part 1 Act 1

There is so much to tell in all this that separating it in parts and acts seem like the only good way to do so. Of course my shrink would interpret me equating my life to a play and something unreal. Maybe I'll go with it?

Living in Manhattan was everything I thought it was going to be. Not as glamorous as what the movies and TV shows make it out to be, but definitely as thrilling. So much to see but never enough time to do it. When I got into the office I was being swept off to local shops to get new outfits and dresses. I was playing hostess to balls that the biggest of big names were attending. I schmoozed potential clients at Yankee Stadium and smiled pretty on the arm of my boss at five star restaurants. While it sounds like the funnest and again, glamorous thing; it wasn't. I was exhausted. I started dieting and exercising so that I could fit into the more fabulous dresses I was seeing at these stores. Plus to be honest, the men that I was rubbing shoulders with were gorgeous. I'm talking grade a gorgeous.

The first gorgeous man I dealt with was my boss, Beau. Beau was all man. Broad shoulders, broad neck and a broad jaw. His hands were large and looked aged. His eyes were a light almost gray color with deep blue flecks on the outside edge of his eyes. His eyes were deep set so that often he looked like he was thinking hard and squinting. The best part was when he smiled, his eyes would wrinkle in the right spots so you could see the smile throughout his face. He had dark brown hair that never looked done but maybe it was? It was short and had that short messy look. I saw him out of his suit very rarely but he looked so amazing in his suits. He hardly ever shaved which was maybe why his jaw looked so broad.

Beau and I spent literally every single day together at almost 15 hours a day. I was up by five and at work by six. We at breakfast together or what we called breakfast; coffee and a bagel, in the conference room each morning. My office was set up right next to his and we were connected by a tiny hallway. Lunch we had together in my office, his office or that cafe two blocks from the office. We would then have dinner in the conference again. Then we would run together every weekend. I had been to his house, an amazing brownstone, for small and intimate client schmoozing. He had come to mine when we needed to brainstorm on new ideas. We never kissed or touched and yet often we slept over at one another house.

A big ball was coming up, Beau and I were trying to plan it so that it was the biggest hit. We were going to have national coverage on this ball with the biggest names there, including pro athletes. We had only five months left until the night of the ball so Beau decided that we needed the help of his friend Jeff.

Jeff is the longest part and a big part of this story. Jeff was the main character in my life honestly but to do him justice and to give you a better understanding I need to tell Beau's story first.