More of Gia's Story Start. Post 4

That unappreciative whelp. I give her what she wants and she decides to toy with me? She has no right to question my trust, she is nothing. Just another worker. But she wasn’t really, was she?
No.
She would be the one to bring him his Delia.
But why did it have to be Josie? The woman who was a pain in every last way, shape, and form. Delia would appreciate a woman with spunk and her own mind, in so few words. I watched my new client’s car speed away, bunch of scared rich idiots, they would soon be paying me out the ears. Not my problem if their company crashed due to foolishness.
“Mr. Andrew?” My receptionist Angela Lawrence was lovely, small built, big chested, and oblivious with a high voice. Especially when she was flirting, like now. A deep sigh escaped from me.
“What Angela?”
“I believe that was your last appointment for the day.” She was working for me to distract outsiders and to keep things looking normal. Not to actually keep track of my job, I could do that myself, something she had not realized and so continued to point out the obvious.
“Ang, how many times have I told you, I know my schedule. There is literally no reason to remind me of such petty things as meetings and the like.”
She did that dreadful little laugh, “Probably a few times more than you have, it is my job to look after you!” He shuddered. She was so awful. “But I mainly just said it to lead into asking you something.”
“You may leave early.” Please be what she’s thinking, not what she is most likely to be suggesting. Please . . .
Her hand ran up his arm. Shit. “No, I was more thinking about staying after a bit later.”
He groaned and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Angela when we had sex last time, it was not the beginning of a fling, I just did it spontaneously. Don’t count on doing it often. You’re not sleeping your way to a raise either.”
She blinked stunned at my bluntness. No one was quite as blunt as he was.
Well, Delia was close . . .
“Excuse me,” she said breathlessly.
“Oh Hell Angela, it wasn’t even that good. Chances are it won’t happen again. Ever. Just go home and find someone else to sleep with. I have things to get done.” I began to walk away as she stood running my reply through her head.
“Not good,” she roared after me. Took her long enough. “What do you mean it wasn’t good? I am great, amazing in fact! You’re going to regret this you jerk, I’m the best thing that will ever happen to you!”
“Wrong,” I said low getting into my overly expensive car. Angela stood fuming. I pulled up next to her and rolled down the window. “I appreciate what you’ve done for my business, Ang, I do, but the sex was just a one time thing. You are more than welcome to continue working for me, however I recommend that you forget out little overtime action ever occurred. I leave it up to you.”
“What if I expose you? What if I tell every last person in your contacts that you and I slept together? What if I did that?”
“Well then you would be spreading an irrelevant truth all over to a mass of people who are completely dependent on me. No one will care, Ang. They will continue to work for me and give me money and do anything I please. You can’t comprehend just how much influence I have in this world or how much I influence it. Do yourself a favor and don’t tell anyone, the consequences towards you will be unpleasant, to say the least.”
Judging by the drained looked that crossed her face my point had gone through. It would be regrettable to kill Angela, to have and train yet another new secretary, but nothing I couldn’t do easily. Just a bit of a bother.
“Perhaps I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said putting on a pair of shades against the blinding setting sun. My car speed off and I never bothered to look back to see if she was heading to her car to leave for the day or going back in to clean off her desk. Such a little thing didn’t matter, nothing mattered anymore. Nothing but her. Delia. My clock read 4:18, it was Friday, she would most likely be at work by now. Shame, I had been hoping to get that meeting done soon enough to drive by her job in time to see her walk from home through the door. “Disappointing,” I said sadly. “I could definitely have used a glimpse of my little dove today.” The thought of going into her place of employment wormed it’s into my mind for the millionth time, but I could not. She couldn’t have any suspicions that I had been watching her once Josie brought her to me. We would start a relationship with no predetermined thoughts of one another, at least that’s what she would think. I already knew I was hopelessly in love with her.
The penthouse seemed strangely empty today, and the loneliness filled every corner of my home as an uninvited guest the way it only did when Delia had been on my mind all day long. Once again I took the picture from my pocket and stared, her loveliness still astounded me the way it had when I had first seen her. “My little beauty,” I whispered as a smiled turned up my lips just the slightest bit. Curls framed a face centered around deep, sly brown eyes and naturally full lips just calling out to mine. Those lips made me ache. Delia had a grin to be reckoned with, it was dastardly and playful, but she herself was neither cruel nor sinister. Her heart was gentle and soft while the side she exposed to most was tough and rigged. Too much heartache and distress had befallen her to allow her to open up to very many people, it had made her timid and untrusting. All of this suit me just fine. It meant I could trust her to be trustworthy and hopefully it meant she would understand my distance when it needed to be put into place. We were alike in that way, neither of us could really tell anyone the whole truth.
It must have been hours until I stopped looking at her picture and went to work then shortly to bed. More and more I found she was the only thing that could keep my mind occupied as well as happy. “Good night my Delia,” I whispered through the window as I took one last glance at the cityscape around me, “I will see you soon.”