Melinda needed another drink like she needed a hole in her head, but after the day she had endured; she was more than entitled. Audrey Cameron was the hottest rising star in Hollywood and she had enlisted Melinda to sell her house for her. On top of that, Audrey was looking for something bigger in a much more posh neighborhood. This would have meant double commission for Melinda and that was what every real estate agent strives for. Melinda had the check spent in her head as the Hermes store in Beverly Hills. That Birkin bag was calling her name. It was the deal that would have taken her to the A list of Agents in the mecca of Beverly Hills real estate circles. Everything was in order until she got the call saying that Audrey had changed her mind and decided not to sell and wasn't going to buy another place after all. So now she sat alone in the bar across the street from the office knocking back her second Chardonnay while trying to figure out her next move. She had spent several thousand dollars of her own money marketing that property and that was several thousand dollars she wasn't going to be able to recoup in the sale. She also had to cancel all the brokers that were coming to the showing. It wasn't a prospect she was looking forward to. Melinda was relatively new to the real estate scene and felt her peers would judge her on this cancellation.
If her day hadn't been miserable enough, Melinda looked up and saw Walter Jacobs walk into the bar. He seemed to be making a beeline towards her and Melinda inwardly cringed. Walter was a partner at the same firm as Melinda and was always the top seller within his region, which just happened to be the same one she was in. He also starred in one of those reality TV shows which also helped boost his bottom line. If you were going to buy real estate in Beverly Hills - he was the man to get the deal done. He was very handsome, confident and had a charm most people could not resist. He was also cocky as hell when he wasn't with clients and that both repulsed and turned Melinda on in a way she refused to acknowledge. Walter took a seat next to her at the bar and ordered a scotch on the rocks. "Tough break on the Cameron house, but I could have told you she wouldn't keep it on the market Mel." Walter quipped. "Really Walter, enlighten me if you please." she responded with a more than obvious eye roll. "She got back together with her rock star boyfriend and they decided to live together. Why look for a new place when you have an entire closet devoted to just your Loub collection? God, don't you read the trash mags?" "No. No I don't. I didn't go to Columbia to fill my brain with gossip and sensationalism." Melinda answered while trying not to let her annoyance show. She refused to let him get the best of her tonight. "I suggest you start then. The rags, the society columns, hell even the internet. You have to have your finger on the pulse of the city if you expect to cater to the who's who my dear. Maybe we'll sit down tomorrow and I can give you some marketing strategies." With that, he ordered her another glass of wine and strolled out of the bar as quickly as he came in. Melinda felt like she had just been steam rolled. She downed the glass Walter had ordered her and went home to put an end to what felt like the worst day of her career.
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Walter headed towards his Range Rover parked in the structure across from the bar. His head was full of thoughts about Melinda. What was it about her? Sure she was smart; you had to be to make in this industry, but there was more to it than that. She had potential to make it big if she just loosened up, but that uptight demeanor would be the death of her. It was more than that though. She was also gorgeous. Her fiery red hair set her apart in a sea of bleached blondes in this town. She always wore it in a precise updo. Everything about her was so rigid. As he headed towards the freeway, all he could think about was getting her out of that Chanel suit. He let his mind wander about whether she was wearing a thong underneath that short skirt she had on earlier. The thought of her lying on her back spread eagle in nothing but her Jimmy Choo's made him hard as a rock. Underneath that perfectionist exterior had to be a vixen and he was bound and determined to find out where that vixen was hidden. She always rebuffed his advances and this wasn't something he was used to. In a town where money talks, he was the key note speaker. Walter Jacobs ALWAYS got what he wanted. Little Miss Ivy League was not going to be the exception this rule.
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The following day, Melinda was at her desk by 8:30. She tried to ignore her throbbing head. Drowning her misery in too much Chardonnay last night might not have been her brightest move. She requested her assistant bring her some coffee and a couple Advils and proceeded to start her morning. As she was going through her contacts, Melinda's assistant buzzed her to let know that the managing partner wanted to see her. Since she had just lost that big sale, it was with trepidation that she entered his office. What she didn't expect was to see Walter there too. He was sitting on the arm of a chair debating the pros and cons of local golf courses with Jack Miller and was oblivious to her entrance. For a brief moment she was caught off guard by just how attractive he was. It took a special body type to look good in a slim cut suit, but it fit him in all the right places. It was probably specially tailored for him she thought to herself. She was brought back to reality when her boss commanded the attention of the room.
"So Melinda, about the Cameron listing...." Melinda cut him off mid sentence. "Mr. Miller, I can explain. I was all set for the broker showing and..." It was Miller's turn to cut her off. "No need to explain. It happens. I don't even think Jacobs could have salvaged that one." Walter looked mildly offended, but `he refrained from commenting. Miller continued "So, I have you both in here because I am going to partner you up on a very lucrative dual commission deal. This would normally be a slam dunk for you Jacobs, but I want you to show Melinda how work your magic and Melinda, maybe some of that overly disciplined demeanor of yours could rub off on Mr. Suave over here." Walter though to himself " I can think of a lot more than her demeanor I want rubbing up against me." Miller proceeded. "So the deal is a penthouse at Pallazo De Terra. The location is prime to anything one could desire - shopping, nightlife, restaurants and the view of the city is unmatched. Between your two strengths, you should be able to make this happen with ease. If you make the client happy, there will be plenty more listings coming your way since he owns half the building." Melinda was visibly upset. While the prospect of getting her foot in the door of that building, working with Walter was the last thing she wanted. His unorthodox manner went against everything she worked for and she would never make a name for herself if she had to shadow him. Having not made a sale this month though, Melinda reluctantly conceded to the deal. She gathered her wits and proceeded back to her desk.
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Walter let a sly grin cross his face. He had just been handed Ms. Ivy League on a silver platter. They'd make the sale, that was a no brainer. The place would sell it's self. His intention was to get the commission and have Melinda on all fours, preferably within the same twenty four hour period. This would more than make up for the fact he had to split the sale. He stopped Melinda on the way back to her desk "Mel, you, me, dinner tonight at Gia Bella's. I'll pick you up say 7:30? Let's discuss the strategy on how we are going to make our big money." Walter was not about to take no for an answer and was on the phone making a reservation before she could turn him down. At that point Melinda really had no choice but to accept. After all it was a only a working dinner even though it happened to be at one of the priciest restaurants in town. She wasn't naive enough to think he wouldn't make a move on her, but she held fast in her desire to not mix business with pleasure. This would be hard though because despite how much she despised his work ethic; he did have power in this town and she did find it kind of sexy, She could feel the dampness seeping into her panties. She excused herself and headed to the ladies room.
The frustration of the past two days had built up beyond a comfortable level. She was torn between the disdain she felt for Walter and the attraction her body wouldn't let her deny. She let herself into the bathroom stall, slipped off her panties and hiked up her skirt. She sat down on the toilet with her legs spread apart and let her fingers rub slowly against her clitoris. She could feel it harden with each stroke. She slowly let her middle finger glide against it, enter inside her as she reached for her gspot and then slowly slide back again hitting her clit again and again. It was becoming more and more sensitive with each stroke. Before she knew it, she had three finger inside her very wet slit and was rubbing her clit with her palm. Soon she could no longer contain herself. She stifled a moan as her body spasmed in ecstasy. It was one of the strongest self induced orgasms she had ever had and it wasn't until it was over that she realized she had been thinking of Walter the whole time.
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Her day had started to look up. She had come across a couple of really good leads and had made appointments to meet the sellers the following day. All she had to do was get through her dinner with Walter and her day was done. For some reason she was really nervous about this working dinner. Gia Bellas was THE place to eat in Beverly Hills and it only made sense that he would have made reservations there. She could almost her him saying "It's not where you go, it's who you know when you get there". She wondered if he had the capacity to just enjoy an evening and not network every chance he got? Probably not, but then that is why he had already sold forty million this year and why they were stuck having this dinner in the first place. She was a little unsure as to what she should wear. It wasn't a date, but it was still the kind of place where dressing to the nines was considered underdressed. It was after all owned by some reality star who demanded in the dress code that ladies to be in heels. She put on a green halter dress and her Louboutin's that she saved for special occasions. She threw a few business cards in her clutch and at 7:30 on the dot, Walter was at her front door in his Ferrari. "Of course it's his Ferarri, why would it ever be something understated?" she thought to herself.
Walter got out of the car to open her door and was taken aback when she walked down her front steps. If he thought she was gorgeous at work, he was at a loss for words as to how breath taking she was. Her dress accentuated her curves and the color accentuated her hair that was gleaming in the setting sunlight. He knew this was a working dinner but he was quite pleased at the thought he could undress her in his mind all night long. As they pulled out of her cu de sac, Walter exclaimed . "Damn woman, what a difference 10 hours makes. You look stunning". Melinda felt a blush creep up her neck. "Thank you" she replied "I've always wanted to try this restaurant, but apparently I don't hold the same clout you do." Walter smirked "Well I got Annalise 1.5 million more than her house was worth when she put it up last year. I have an open table at any of her restaurants." "Is there anyone in this town you aren't connected to?" she asked. Well I'm sure there are a few, but they aren't worth knowing if I don't." Melinda couldn't tell if he was serious or joking, so she just settled back and took in the local scenery.
Upon arriving at the restaurant, Walter surrender his keys to the valet and bent down to whisper in Melinda's ear. " Smile big my dear. Tomorrow your face is going to be on every gossip site and your phone is going to blow up, You can thank me later". Melinda wasn't sure what he was talking about until she realized just how much paparazzi was surrounding the place. She heard a yell from in the distance "Hey Walter, who's your date this evening?". Walter grinned his most charismatic smile. "This is my colleague Melinda Wentworth. She's my fiercest competition in this town and quite frankly the only person I would allow to sell my house when I'm ready to flip it". Flashes started popping and Walter ushered her into the restaurant.
"What the hell was all that about?" Melinda demanded. She had never experienced anything like that in her life. "Miller told me to show you how I work my magic. Rule number one: EXPOSURE. Until ten minutes ago, nobody knew name. Tomorrow, your name will be falling off the tongues of people who want to give you their business all because I said I'd let you sell my house. The only way I could make your name bigger is if you were my girlfriend." Melinda scoffed at the notion. "Walter, we are here to brainstorm, to sell this house and to go our seperate ways. I don't need your help and I don't need your exposure. I'm not your next conquest and none of this impresses me." Melinda found herself fuming. Walter quipped with a laugh "You are really cute when you are pissed"
Melinda was lying through her teeth though. It was all impressive. She knew he was opening doors that she couldn't ever open on her own. She just wasn't sure if his attraction towards her was real or if she was just another women he hadn't had yet. She realized just how attracted she was to him, otherwise she wouldn't be so on the offensive with him. She could do a hell of a lot worse, but dating a colleague such as Walter was not a good idea. Pillow talk and Rolodex's rarely mix. If he could make her a real estate star, he could certainly crush her if things went south romantically.
Melinda and Walter got through the dinner non-plussed. He managed to keep it business and they worked out what they deemed a successful strategy. They were to meet with the client, then Walter would set up the broker's showing. Melinda would handle the listing and the setting up of the penthouse. If they didn't get an offer from the broker's open, she would handle the general public open house. Both were confident it would never make it to the general public though. With everything set in stone, they finished their dinner and Walter drove her back to her condo. "You know" said Walter "If you are up for a night cap, I know a great spot at the beach where we can have a drink and just watch the waves roll in." "You just never give up do you?" She responded. Walter looked at her with all seriousness "Not when it's something I want." Melinda felt a blush creep up her neck for a second time that night. Unsure as to how to respond, she thanked him for the dinner and took her leave when they reached her front door. Walter was two steps ahead of her, had the car door open and took her hand to help her out. "So then, I guess that's a no on the night cap. See you tomorrow Ivy League." Melinda ascended up the front stairs to her door and didn't look back. She knew if she did, she would be back in the Ferrari and that would be the end of their working relationship.
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Walter might've been the king of Beverly Hills real estate, but Orange County was where he called home. It was close to 9:00 pm and traffic would be a breeze, so he decided to make the trip back to Newport after dinner. He kept an apartment in town for those nights when he didn't want to make the drive. It also came in handy for late night entertaining. This was his plan for tonight, but Melinda had turned him down.
Rejection was not something he was used to. He knew it was a working dinner, but to be quite frank; he wanted more. In fact he couldn't remember the last time he had been turned down. If anything; this business had taught him a little charm goes a long way to sealing the deal, As he cruised down the Pacific Coast Highway; he replayed the evening in his head. He chose an amazing restaurant and picked her up in one of his best cars. Maybe he should have driven the convertible Cobra, he thought to himself. She should have been melting at his feet. He had hoped the few drinks Melinda had at dinner would have loosen up her up, but he had no such luck. She should have jumped at the chance for drinks at the beach. Then he could have invited her back to his place. A trail of shoes and clothes would have lead to his bedroom. The night should have ended in her screaming his name as so many others had done before her. He had tried every trick in the book to seduce her and she was having none of it. Maybe she had a boyfriend, but he was pretty sure that she didn't. There wre no momentos at her desk such as pictures or flowers that led him to believe someone else was getting the best of her.Hw had to come to terms that Melinda was going to be a challenge and not like any other woman he had encountered. Now though, he was five minutes from home and frustrated.
Once inside his house, he perused his bullpen. His ego was wounded and he needed someone to re-inflate it for him. After flipping through about the tenth name - he gave up. None of those women held a candle to Melinda Wentworth and all would have been a lousy substitution for her. Instead, he went to his computer and searched for Redheaded porn. He found a site where a beautiful redhead was riding her boss in his desk chair. Loosening his pants, he pulled his dick out and thought about Melinda riding him in his office. What would she be like spread eagle against his desk with her ass in the air. Maybe have her under the desk sucking his dick? Having her on her knees as he fucked her in the ass. His hand gripped his dick harder and the strokes intensified Soon he had ejaculated and only then did he realize just how bad he had it for Melinda. This too was something he wasn’t used to. Walter Jacobs didn’t fall for women; they fell for him. Melinda however was not just any woman. She was smart, driven and beautiful. She had him wrapped around that pretty little perfectly manicured finger of hers and she didn't even know it. He was determined to stop at nothing to make her his girlfriend.
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Melinda decided to work from home the following day. She did have clients to meet that day, but it wasn't anything she needed to be in the office for. It was the end of her work week and the broker's showing was set for Monday. She figured four days would be enough time to sort through everything before the showing and before she would have to face Walter again. She wanted to be on her A game, but she knew if she faced him today, she would come unglued. Melinda thought back to when she was getting out of the Ferrari. She had seen that look in his eyes before, but it was usually when he was about to make a big sale. Maybe that was all he really did see her as - a corner of the market he hadn't conquered.
She refused to let herself ponder on the subject anymore. She fired up her laptop and went straight to the top gossip sight. 4 years of college at an Ivy League school and a Masters Degree from Stanford; and there she was as paparazzi fodder. Total strangers were commenting on her looks, her hair, and most of all her "date"; all because of one working dinner. She perused a few more sites and there they were again and again. She had to admit that she and Walter did look rather good together . She thought to herself "Maybe there are perks to working with Mr. Reality TV."
Melinda stifled a giggle. What would her friends back home think? She grew up in a small town in upstate New York. She was the studious type; always kind of shy and quiet. This whole limelight thing was new and strange to her. The most attention she had ever received in school was at graduation because she was the valedictorian. She had earned a scholarship to study business at Columbia where she also the top her class. After graduation, she wanted to see more than New York had to offer which is how she ended up in California. While studying for her Masters at Stanford, she had decided to her real estate license too. She had hoped to run her own business someday and real estate was booming at the time. It just seemed logical choice. She had done well enough in the industry which is how she ended up at with Miller & Silverstone. This had let to where she was now - splashed all over the internet with Walter Jacobs at her side.
Walter was right about the exposure though. She couldn't buy this kind of promotion. Her assistant had forwarded her more messages that morning, than she had had all month and her email was alive with potential clients. These million dollar listings weren't going to sell themselves though, so she buried herself in her work the rest of the weekend.
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Monday came and there was so much to do. She had never hosted a showing of this caliber and she was a nervous wreck. When they managed to sell the penthouse; it would be her biggest commsion to date, which was saying a lot since they were splitting it. There was so much that needed to be handled. She had sent her assistant get the sushi and champagne, while she handled the rest of the details for the set up. Normally she wouldn't go to such extremes, but the was Walter's idea and she wasn't about to argue it. He had a proven record that showed he knew what he was doing. Walter strolled in an hour before the brokers were to set to show. "So Mel, I missed you Friday." as he tried to chat her up. "Well now that I'm a somebody in this town, I took a day to work from home. It was a very productive day for me without outside distraction." she responded with a grin. "Distractions? Whatever do you mean my dear?" he quipped. "You know exactly what I mean. Now go make sure the concierge is aware of the traffic flow we expect, while I set up the drinks." "So authoritative Melinda, I like this side of you." Walter said with a laugh as he went to do as he was directed. Soon enough people started pouring in.
Melinda was amazed at just how many people were showing up. She had never seen an open house with so many people. Walter was certainly able to deliver. This was certainly the big leagues now. They took turns escorting the clientele around the penthouse. Melinda was able to personify all the feminine charm the listing had to offer and Walter made it seem like a men's must have. She couldn't believe just how seamlessly they worked together.
After the last person had left, they had found themselves with two very interested brokers with potentials of a written offers the following day. Walter grabbed two flutes and poured each of them a glass of champagne. She couldn't believe how parched she was. She also helped herself to some leftover sushi. Exhausted, she plopped herself down on the couch. The assistants had taken their leave and it was just the two of them left in the condo. Walter slid himself next to her. "Well Mel, we did it. Today was quite a success if I do say so myself." he said as he handed her another glass. "Yes, as much as I hate to admit it - we do make a very good team. You know your stuff Mr. Jacobs." she replied and took a long sip of the Dom Perignon. "It's all about giving the people what they want." said Walter "But I think we could be very successful in our next endeavor."
Before Melinda even had a chance to respond, Walter grabbed her and pulled her into a kiss. Her mind wanted to let out a protest, but the words wouldn't come out of her mouth. Her body had taken over and she found herself surrendering to his lips. They were softer than she expected as his clean shaven face rubbed against hers. She could feel him hardening against her and it excited her. He broke the kiss and led her into the bedroom. "Have you ever made love with a backdrop like this?" he asked. The bedroom had a ceiling to floor windows and overlooked the entire city. It was a key selling point for the house and view was unsurpassed. He sat her down on the bed and removed her shoes. He was a little surprised to find she had stockings on. His fingers traveled up her leg where he discovered they were attached by garters which he found incredibly hot. He pulled her skirt up and slipped her panties down her legs. He kissed the inside of her thighs and worked his way to her wet pussy. His tongue found her clit and started licking it very selectively. Melinda let out a small moan and Walter knew she was putty in his hands.
Melinda felt a little lightheaded from the champagne, but realized they were in the client's bedroom. She stopped Walter "This is HIGHLY unethical" she said "We are trying to sell this man's penthouse and you are trying to seduce me on his bed?" Walter replied with total exasperation."Shit Melinda, will you loosen up? You may be the most uptight person I have ever encountered! The owner is not going to step foot back in this place. Once it sells, he will have his people arrange the move and everything will be sent to the cleaners before it arrives at his new place. Besides, this is the tackiest floral pattern I have ever seen. You could commit a double homicide on it and there the evidence wouldn't show. I assure you on the prospect of my career nobody will find out. So turn off that brain of yours and cut loose for once in your life. Seriously Mel, don't you ever take chances or risks?"
Melinda had to admit she didn't. All her life she did everything by the book, but the sun was setting over L.A and her mind and body were reeling. She had the sexiest man she'd ever encountered with her skirt at her feet and if ever there was a time to let loose- it was now. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and let it drop to the floor. She then proceeded to unpin her hair. Waves of red curls fell loose upon her bare shoulders and the removed her skirt. Feeling oddly empowered, she slipped herself back into her Manalos. She stood before Walter with just her bra, garters and the a pair of one of the most expensive shoes she owned. Walter stared in disbelief. "Holy fuck Melinda, where have you been hiding that body? It's phenomenal."
Melinda stood up and undid Walter's tie. She whispered to him "Ok, lets have some fun then." She took the tie and blindfolded him with it and the pushed Walter down on the bed. She knelt down and undid his belt buckle. She could see the bulge underneath his zipper and slowly unzipped his pants removing his boxer briefs at the same time. For a moment Melinda stood back to admire his raging hard on as the wetness between her own legs was increasing. She straddled his legs grabbed the base of his already throbbing cock and brought the tip to her lips. Slowly she allowed her tongue to trace its way along the vein, then flicked her tongue back and forth along it as she worked her way back up. She slid his cock into her mouth, allowing it to glide to the back of her throat. All those years choir and musicals in high school had taught her to relax her throat muscles and she was able practically swallow his cock whole. Alternately between sucking and licking; she had Walter going insane. His senses were igniting.
Melinda felt so in control and so nothing like herself. It was like an alter ego she never knew existed had taken over. She could feel him reach the pinnacle of hardness. She pulled his cock out of her mouth and gave it a moment . "Oh my god Melinda, don't stop. I'm so fucking close." Walter gasped. Melinda replied "I know; that's why I stopped. I'm not through with you yet."
Walter mind was blown among other things. 10 minutes ago, he was being lectured on ethics and now he certainly was breaching them. He couldn't help it though. He knew if he had let her walk out of that penthouse, he would never get his chance with her. He had never done anything like this before. His reputation was far too important, but he felt Melinda was someone worth taking that risk over. So now here he was lying venerable in a clients bed and blindfolded with his own tie. He had been with many women, but so far this had to be one of the hottest experiences to date. What was even hotter was how Melinda had finally let loose. He had honestly expected her to be a bit of a flat lay although he really hoped that she wasn't. The last thing he expected was for her to take control and by god did she ever.
Melinda undid her bra and slowly slid her body against his. Her nipples hardened into stiff peaks as they dragged across his chest. She had never been this excited in her life and Walter's groaning was just adding fuel to her fire. She pulled the tie off his eyes so she could look into his eyes. She leaned in and gave him a passionate kiss then asked "ready for what's next?" Not giving him time to respond, she proceeded to lower herself ever so slowly onto his cock, stopping just as the tip had been fully enveloped into her pussy. Then she lifted herself off and repeated this action a few more times. She may have been teasing him, but the pressure was mounting in her own clit and was dying for release. At that moment, Walter had taken all the teasing he could. He grabbed her & threw her down on her back. He let his tongue travel south and found that her pussy was dripping wet. He wasted no time and lapped at her clit like a dog who hadn't had water for days. Between his sucking, and nibbling Melinda couldn't hold back anymore. She writhed against his face and she held his head so he wouldn't stop. Her orgasm was earth shattering and she let out a loud scream of ecstasy.
Feeling rather pleased with himself, he came up to kiss Melinda. "Do you have any clue how fucking good you taste?" he asked breathlessly. She admitted that she didn't and started to clean the residue of her orgasm off his face with her tongue. As she worked her way across his face, she discovered how sensitive his neck was. He squirmed uncomfortably and instead of asking her to stop, he slammed his dick into her pussy. Because she was so wet, there was very little resistance in entering her, but it took Melinda by surprise. She let out a small yelp and Walter proclaimed "Now it's my turn to be in control baby." Melinda had little choice but to surrender to him.
Walter pulled his out his cock of Melinda. He took his tie and lightly tied her wrists to the bedpost. "If this gets to be too much, tell me to stop and I will." Melinda could move her wrists, but this was something totally new to her. She trusted him though and even if her mind wasn't sure; he whole pussy was aching for what was coming next. Walter traced circles around her nipples being exquisitely careful not to touch them. Melinda begged him to suck them, but he held fast in his tease. His tongue traced a line from her breasts to her navel and then stopping just short of her clit. He loved the fact that her pussy had been waxed smooth and let his tongue explore that area as well. Again he was careful not to touch her clit. Melinda's whole body was longing for his touch, but he wouldn't indulge her no matter how much she begged. He decided to give her a taste of her own medicine. As she had done to him, he let his cock slowly enter her pussy, but pulled it out once the tip was in. He held tight and Melinda begged "Please Walter, oh my god. I want this so bad, I want you so bad. Please fuck me". "Your wish is my command my dear." and with that he slid his cock all the way in. Despite all the teasing, she was still pretty tight. Not so tight that he couldn't get it in, but tight enough that is felt divine to him. "Is this what you want? he asked. "If your pussy was any firmer. I'd probably blow my load right now." Melinda was caught up in all the different sensations going through her body, but she squeaked out a yes and begged for more.
He untied her wrists so that she had use of her hands, Instinctively she grabbed his face and kissed him while running her fingers through her hair. Walter slowed the pace down significantly, trying to make this last as long as he could. He didn't know what was going to happen once they locked the penthouse up; so he was going to enjoy her as long as he could. She wrapped her legs around Walter and surrendered herself to him. With each thrust she pulled her hips up to meet him. Melinda was amazed at how skilled he was in the bedroom. She had never had a man excite her the way Walter was and she couldn’t get enough
She opened her eyes and took in her surroundings. Walter's usually gelled back hair had fallen into his face and she wondered if he knew just how handsome it made him look. He was always so intense; but now in the throws of passion, he had a relaxed look she had never seen before. Melinda admired just how chiseled his body was on top of hers. She loved how each muscle rippled with each movement and the feel of his hips grinding into her was almost more than she could stand. He was quite an amazing man and couldn't believe just how this whole thing came about. She noticed Walter staring directly into her eyes with a slow sly smile and she couldn't hold out anymore. As she came, waves of pleasure rushed through her body. Never had she had an orgasm of that intensity and she found herself pinning Walter's hips to hers so that he wouldn't stop. Her whimpers turned into shouts of glorious ecstasy. Walter took his cue and with one final thrust, came inside Melinda with a deep guttural moan.
They laid there, both exhausted. Walter was the first to speak. Melinda found herself not wanting to leave his arms. "Melinda, in and out of the office, you never cease to amaze me." He kissed the top of her head gently and Melinda felt herself blush, She was too enthralled in the moment and happy to care. Looking at the clock, they realized that it was after 8 pm and there would be no reasonable explanation as to why they were still there. "Hit and run isn't my style Mel, but we really need to get going.” Walter got up and brought a towel for Melinda to clean up with. She was still reeling from the encounter. Within a few minutes, clothes were located and put on and the room was put back into "show" order. They walked to the front door and Walter pulled Melinda in for one last kiss. "Here's to a great future - both personal and professional." He walked her to her car and they went their separate ways.
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Walter laid in his bed and flipped through the sports channels. He tried in vain to get his mind off Melinda, but was failing miserably. He had dropped the ball when he failed to invite her back and watched her drive off in her little BMW.. The truth was though, he really didn't know what to do next. He had never found himself in this situation; wanting a woman as much as he wanted her and not just on a physical level. Not that he minded the physical. Once Melinda let down her guard she was a beast in bed. Never had a woman excited him to the level she had and he had been with a lot of women. There was just this undeniable connection. Everything about her felt right. He was rich, successful and thought he had it all. Now he realized that he was missing one key factor in his life and it was her. Melinda filled a spot he never knew was empty. He tried to figure out what he should do next. Standard one night stand protocol would never do. He couldn't just send her flowers with a "thanks for last night card with the expectation of never seeing her again. He also knew that she would see their encounter as a lapse in judgment on her part and wouldn't let anything like that happen again. She wasn't the one night stand type and he knew what he had to do.
Walters had been offered a partner position at the firm with the condition that he head up the Orange County office that had been in the works to open soon. He had been reluctant to take it though because at that point he would be doing more brokering and less selling even though he would still retain his Beverly Hills clients. While it would make it so he had no commute, the OC had a completely different clientele and a different feel to it. The selling points were the beaches and the peninsulas. Ocean front property always sold for a pretty penny, but the summer tourists tended to be a deterrent in sales unless you waned to pay HOA fees to live in exclusive gated communities with private beach access. It wasn't even that he couldn't make the sales happen, he could sell an igloo in a blizzard. He just liked the hustle and bustle of Los Angeles. If he was going to have even a remote shot with Melinda though, he was going to have to take it. He picked up the phone and called Jack Miller and accepted his offer,
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Tuesday morning, Melinda called in sick. She wasn't really sure how to face Walter after the previous night's encounter. She had sex in a clients bed with a coworker. What on earth had come over her? Walter was making her lose her senses. She didn't know where they stood or what was in store. She tried hard not think about it, but she couldn't put Walter out of her mind. She had fallen for him even though she had promised herself she wouldn't and now she had to face the reality of the situation. It was nearly noon and he hadn't even so much as called or emailed her. Would a quick text have hurt? He acted like he was really into her, but if so, why didn't he invite her back to his place? She resigned herself to the fact that she was indeed just another corner of the market he hadn't tackled, It really bothered her though that she cared.
Melinda called the office to check in. Upon finding everything was status quo, she answered a few emails then booked the rest of the afternoon at the spa. A massage, facial and mani/pedi should would at least cure what ailed outwardly. She wasn't about to let Walter know that he he was killing her inside. She'd march into the office tomorrow looking fabulous and do her best to blow him off just as he was doing to her today. That was the plan at least. The following day, she got herself to work early determined to make the best of the situation. She was still feeling the sting of rejection though and it was a hard pill to swallow. She had managed to avoid Walter most of the day, until he called her into her office. Melinda made a quick stop into the ladies room to make sure her hair was perfect and that she looked her best.
She casually strolled into Walter's office and stood in from of his desk. "There you are Melinda. I wanted to talk to you yesterday, but I guess you were under the weather?" he asked. "Yes" she stammered, "I think the stress of the month had just caught up with me." "Well Mel, I have a few things I needed to discuss with you." Melinda interrupted him. "If this is about business then I can meet with you later as I'm really swamped today. If it's about Monday night; well there really isn't anything to discuss. it is what it is." Walter was taken a little aback by her abruptness. "Well we did get a solid offer on Pallazo De Terra yesterday. I'm just waiting to hear back from the seller." "Yes" Melinda responded "I know this already. My assistant forwarded me your message. Is there anything else?" Melinda grabbed her phone trying to look like she had as if she were checking her schedule. Walter got up and closed his door. "Well, yes actually there is. You are the first in the office to know besides Jack. He offered me a partnership with the company and I'm transferring to Orange County to run that office. After the first of the month I'll no longer be in this office save for the times I meet with my Beverly Hills clientele. I haven't even told my assistant Brad yet, but I doubt he'll follow me down south." All the color drained from Melinda's face. She felt a little weak and Walter helped her to a chair. "Wow, this is rather sudden isn't it Walter? Is this how you deal with fucking a coworker? You transfer so you don't have to see her again? You are a real piece of work Walter Jacobs!" Melinda really wasn't sure where this rage was coming from, but the words were flowing from her mouth before her brain had time to stop it. "Oh my god Melinda, you have it all wrong. You couldn't be further from the truth." Walter continued on. "I took this promotion for you. I knew that after Monday things couldn't be the same between us and I know how you feel about mixing personal and professional life." He reached over and gingerly grabbed her face to get her full attention. "I've been with a lot of women Melinda and never in my life have I ever encountered one such as you. You are smart. beautiful and certainly know how to keep me on my toes. I'd dare say I'm falling in love with you. Thoughts of you constantly invade my mind. I have wealth, I have power, but I don't have the one thing that makes it all worth while and that is you. You have rebuffed my every advance which is why I had Jack put us togther on the penthouse." Melinda's head was spinning from too much information coming at her too fast.
"Wait a minute. YOU had Jack put me on that sale with you? Why, because of the Cameron deal fell through? Prince Walter to the rescue of the poor sales agent that couldn't make a sale?" Melinda was seething. "Damnit Melinda, get ahold of yourself. It isn't like that at all. The only way I could get close to you is if we worked together. Admit it. If I had pitched you Pallazo De Terra myself, you would have turned on your pretty little designer heel and stormed away in a huff." Melinda had to admit he was right. Up until a week ago, she tried to avoid associating with him as much as possible. "I knew this, so I asked Jack to pitch it. It was my sale to with as I pleased and Jack agreed. You know what though; professionally we made a great team. The owner of the building thought your presentation was magnificent. When I transfer down south, I am pretty sure it is you that the owner is going to call for his next sale. Is it a bonus that I helped you make a great connection? I think it is, but you can take it any way you want. If I weren't so captivated by you, I'd offer you a professional partnership, but that isn't what I want Melinda. I want you in a personal partnership. I want to come home and know that you are the one I'm going to fall asleep next to. I want to wake up with you tangled in my arms. I want you to be my girlfriend so the next time we hit some over-rated restaurant, I can tell the world you are the best thing that has ever happened to me Melinda Wentworth.
Melinda was stunned. Out of every scenario she had run through her head; none of them ended this way. "Then why didn't I even get so much as a text from you yesterday? I felt like just another one of your flings. It really hurt. Now you are professing your love to me? I...I don't even know what to say Walter." She could feel hot tears beginning to stream down her face. Walter pulled out a handkerchief and wiped her face. "I don't know Mel, this is strange territory for me. I've always focused on career thinking a relationship would have been a distraction. I really didn't think sending you flowers was the way to go, that would have set tongues wagging throughout the office. Am I a rat bastard for not calling you? Yes. Yes I am, I just didn't even know what to say. For once I was at a total loss because I have never felt the way I feel about you before." Walter leaned in to kiss Melinda and just as their lips were about to touch, his phone rang. "Talk about timing."
Walter grumbled as he fumbled to get his phone out of its holster. "Walter Jacobs. Oh yes, Hi Jacque, how are you? You are calling me with good news right? Really? That is fantastic. Great, I'll let the broker know we have a deal and will have Brad fax you the paperwork within the hour. What? Yes of course I'll tell her. She's standing right here. Pleasure doing business with you Jacque." Melinda didn't have to guess what the conversation was about. She knew immediately that Pallazo De Terra had sold. "We did it baby. $500,000 more than the his ballpark asking price." Walter without hesitation grabbed her and kissed her. Melinda felt like she was dreaming. She was brought back to reality when Walter broke the kiss "Come on Ivy League, we need to celebrate. You just made a big sale, lunch is on you." He led her out of the office and summoned his assistant "Fax the paperwork to Jacque and then hold my calls. Melinda and I have some strategizing to do." With that he, grabbed her hand, not caring who saw and they were out the door. Melinda just came to the realization that within a thirty minute time span, it had all come together for her. She had was part of the best sale of her career and the man she couldn't stop thinking about had just professed his love for her. Not a bad way to end what started as the worst day of her career a week ago!
