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Master Wade 131
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MRWADE.131 By Master Wade
Latin Lust
Chapter Two
Paul Medlin sat in one of the large wing-back chairs in the
office reception area, reading the Times-Dispatch. It took a bit
of extra effort to get to work early enough that he could observe
this little ritual of his, but it was worth it. The other partners
saw it as a sign that he was a go-getter, something they all
respected. He saw it as an opportunity to watch Anna Maria walk
the fifteen or so steps from the front door to the hallway which
led to her office. In his mind that was worth getting up early for
any day.
What had immediately endeared Anna Maria to Paul was not her
physical beauty, although she certainly had not been short-changed
where that was concerned. Rather, it was the obvious and powerful
fact that she had never felt compelled to sacrifice either her
femininity to her professionalism, or her professionalism to her
femininity. Even those always-present office boors, like Jim
Carmichael, who hit on every woman who came through the doors,
could sense the strength of her integrity and intelligence, just as
strongly as her, at times, almost over-powering sensuousness.
The women in the office recognized it too, from her first day
there, but amazingly enough they all liked her and if they were
threatened either by her beauty or her potential for success, they
never showed it. There was a youthful innocence and charm about
her which seemed to make her seem non-threatening, but which did
nothing to lessen the validity of her position in the firm.
"Buenos dias, Senorita Anna Maria," Paul said, rising and
bowing deeply as she entered the room. His Spanish was pathetic,
but she loved his attempts at it, nonetheless.
"Good morning, Mr. Medlin," she replied, smiling that
beautiful smile, and stopping to curtsy with a graceful flourish,
holding her skirt out to the side. She walked close to him,
knowing he would enjoy the scent of her new perfume, and gave her
head an almost indescernible toss which made her brown hair sway
seductively as she turned to walk down the hall.
Paul stood with the paper still in his hands, watching her
every movement until she disappeared into her office. Sandra, the
receptionist, was accustomed to this morning ritual, but she
couldn't resist watching it, nor could she resist smiling at Paul
when he turned his head back to her and shook it slowly from side
to side.
"If she stays here fifty years, you'll still be doing that
every morning, won't you?", Sandra asked, teasingly.
"Yes," he said, folding the paper back up. "Even if they have
to roll me in, I'll still be doing that. Not a doubt in the
world."
"You could always ask her out, you know." It wasn't the first
time she had suggested it.
"Right. I have a tie that is older than she is. Not that I
wouldn't love it, you understand."
"I still say she might surprise you. Wouldn't kill you to ask
her."
"No, it would only kill me if she said no. Maybe someday.
We'll see."
Closing the door to his office, Paul reveled for just a few
more minutes in self-pity, and then purposely set about shaking his
thoughts clear of the adorable young woman who had such a stong
appeal to him. There was work to do.
In her own office, Anna Maria looked at her calendar, trying
to focus on what lay ahead of her for the day. Appointments til
eleven, a firm meeting with the partners and associates from eleven
until lunch, then two more appointments in the afternoon. Maybe
she would get away a little early today, if all went well. The
phone on her desk buzzed. It was Sandra.
"This is none of my business, but he's crazy about you, you
know."
"Who?"
"Who? Who do you think? Paul Medlin."
"Oh, he isn't, silly. He's just a nice man who genuinely
likes women."
"No, it's more than that. Trust me. He's just afraid you
think he's too old for you. Do you?"
"Too old? He's 47 isn't he? Is that too old for me?"
Sandra laughed quietly. "I guess you have to answer that one
for yourself. Personally, I don't think a man like Paul can ever
be too old."
"I like older men. He should know that."
"Well, he may never know it if you don't tell him. Unless you
want me to tell him?"
"No! I mean, no...it's okay, I'll try to let him know that I
don't think he's too old...somehow..but I still think you're wrong
about his interest in me. He probably thinks I'm too young."
Sandra sighed. "I give up. Just thought you'd like the
opinion of an old pro at these things."
"Yes, thanks very much, old pro," Anna Maria said cheerfully.
"I'll keep you posted, okay?"
As she put the reciever back in its place, Anna Maria smiled
to herself and thought about Paul. Maybe it was time to boost his
courage a bit. Perhaps Sandra was right, afterall.
There wasn't time to think much more about Paul until the firm
meeting, and Anna Maria found it hard to concentrate on business
with him seated across the table from her. If he had a similar
problem he certainly didn't show it. There had been times, though,
when Anna Maria had sensed the truth of Sandra's suspicions, even
though she wouldn't admit it to her. There was sometimes a power
in his gaze that in itself was enough to almost melt her when he
looked at her. She knew he worked hard to stay in control of his
emotions, and she wondered what he would be like in bed. He was
certainly handsome, nearly six feet tall, just a touch of gray
showing in his dark blonde hair. There was somehow a mixture of
cruel toughness underlying his friendly and always gentlemanly
manners, something which Anna Maria found particularly appealing.
He seemed strong and intelligent, but yet gentle and caring. Older
men were often like that, but none she had met so far mixed those
attributes as attractively as Paul did.
Toward the end of the meeting, Anna Maria thought about asking
Paul if he would like to have lunch with her, but then remembered
that she had promised to meet Betty at Julian's. She had been
looking forward to that too, so she resigned herself to waiting for
another time.
Betty had been a good friend to Anna Maria ever since they
roomed together at Westhampton. It had been easy for them to stay
in touch, but they had both been busy since graduation, and they
only saw each other irregularly now, often less than once a month.
Anna Maria wanted to see her more often and to rekindle some of the
closeness they had felt while rooming together, but she wasn't sure
how to go about it.
Betty was waiting for her at a table toward the back of the
busy restaurant. At 5'9", Betty was taller than Anna Maria, and
her blonde hair and fair skin was quite a contrast to Anna Maria's
hispanic features. Anna Maria had always envied her long legs and
larger breasts, although she was very proud of her own body, and
preferred being 5'6". She loved the way she looked in high heels,
and Betty found it hard to wear heels as high as the ones Anna
Maria preferred. She remembered fondly how Betty used to try hers
on, and the wonderful effect they had on her legs as she modeled
them. Thinking about that made her flush, and she tried to change
her thoughts to more normal things as she sat across from her
friend.
"We really should spend more time together, Anna," Betty said
later during their meal. "I know you're busy, but we should just
make some time for us."
Anna Maria laughed softly. "Are you a mind reader? I was
just thinking the same thing myself. I miss our college days. Why
don't we go shopping sometime soon? I love to shop, now that I can
finally afford to buy something."
"That's a great idea! I'd love that. How about Saturday?
Will you be free?"
"Yes! And I know just what we'll do. We'll start early, maybe
have breakfast at The Jefferson. Then we'll shop hard until
lunchtime, have a nice long lunch together at Brennigan's, shop
hard again until around 5:00, and then we'll go to my house, cook
some steaks on the grill, and try on what we bought. How does that
sound?"
"I love it! And, one more thing. We both get to pick one
outfit out that the other one HAS to buy. There is something I've
been dying for you to have, and now's the chance for me to make
sure you get it."
"Agreed! Just don't forget that you're the one who came up
with that idea."
Betty chuckled and smiled warmly at Anna Maria. It wasn't the
only idea she had come up with. She just hoped that Anna Maria was
ready for the others.
Continued in MRWADE.132....
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