Chapter 1: Booty Call

MONDAY

"Taylor Brynn? As in the Taylor Brynn engaged to Jonathan Kwong?"

Melody nodded and I felt my heart drop into my stomach. Taylor Brynn had been one of the top international models known for her gorgeous blue eyes and her anatomically impossible body that put Heidi Klum to shame. I'd been in the middle of High School when she burst onto the modeling scene at eighteen. From then through college, the walls of my bedroom had been adorned with posters of her as well as more than a few of my own personal sketches.

And now the goddess herself was on the phone.

Melody, my assistant, looked at me through the plate glass wall separating my office from her desk and arched a nicely sculpted eyebrow. Her cute voice came through the speakerphone, "Should I transfer the call?"

"Uh ... uh, yeah," I managed to stutter, still in shell-shock.

Seconds later, my phone rang and I gingerly picked up the headset, hooking it over my ear. "Hello?"

Instantly I grimaced, hearing the squeak in my voice and realizing that hadn't been a very professional greeting. I'd spoken with corporate CEOs and low-level International Royalty without feeling nearly this nervous.

"Is this Jeffrey Lee?" Her voice was cool, confident, and so unbelievably sexy.

"Yes..." My answer was the one word and monotonous. Dammit! Say something cool!

"Jeffrey Lee, the architect who designed the Pieterzoon estate in East Hampton?"

"Yes..." Still not cool.

I could hear the purr in Taylor's voice. "My fiancé has recently purchased some property in Montauk and we would like you to build our house."

"Uh, uh ... I'd ... I'd be delighted Miss Brynn."

"Please call me Taylor. I WON'T ask you again."

"Yes, of course, Taylor. I am at your convenience. When would you like to meet?"

"Would this afternoon be too soon?"

I frantically clicked through the programs on my laptop, trying to get to my calendar. Accidentally, I managed to close my calendar program entirely and silently cursed myself. "Uh ... well..." I stalled. "How about three o'clock?"

"Perrrfect. I'll see you then." And with that, the line went dead.

I exhaled loudly, sagging into my seat. My eyes glanced around my office, taking in the various architectural sketches of my best designs as well as a couple of photographs. The Pieterzoon estate had been my crowning glory, both my largest project and the most expensive of my short career. And now, I just might be getting something even bigger.

I'd followed the tabloids as well as the respectable journalism surrounding Taylor's whirlwind romance with the world's richest man under 30, Jonathan Kwong. A part of me absolutely detested the man for grabbing her before I could make her fall in love with me. But a greater part of me felt happy that my angel had found her happiness. Really, what did I have to offer? I was three years younger and a few billion dollars poorer.

Still, I'd had my successes and Architectural Digest had me listed as a rising star in the design world. I'd accomplished enough to pay off my student loans and get myself into a Manhattan co-op, but my bank account was rather slim. But for all my successes, I was still just a junior Residential Architect at a firm full of legends.

The whole firm had known for months that the newly engaged Kwongs were scoping out real estate in the Hamptons. Just last week, the news broke on the property they'd purchased in Montauk; actually, it was three adjacent properties right on the Atlantic. Thirty minutes after that, every firm on the East Coast was trying to bang down Jonathan and Taylor's door to bid on the design.

And Taylor had come straight to me.

I finally got a grip on my senses and sat up straight, re-opening my desktop calendar. I had a meeting scheduled for three o'clock. I jabbed the phone. "Melody, cancel the meeting with Anders and clear my schedule for the rest of the day."

"Got it," she replied. A moment later though, her voice came back on the line. "Uh, Sheldon's coming."

I looked through the glass wall, past Melody's desk and sure enough, Theodore Sheldon was marching up the hallway. Melody tried to say something in greeting but the thin, balding senior partner just blew by her and pushed open my door.

My direct boss glared at me. "I understand that Taylor Brynn just called?" It was more statement than question.

I scrunched up my forehead. "How did you-?"

"Never mind that. What time is she coming?"

"Three o'clock."

"Today?"

I nodded.

Sheldon shot the cuffs of his blazer and flipped his wrist, checking the time on his expensive Rolex. "You'll have the Executive Conference Room. I'll meet you there at 2:30. Stacey will send the research to your admin and I'll figure out who else is competition."

He was talking so fast I could barely keep up. "Right," I replied.

"And Jeffrey, how the hell did you get her to call you?"

My blank look was all the answer he needed. Sheldon harrumphed under his breath and spun around, marching out my office.

It took me a minute to loosen my fingers from their tight grip on the armrests. My eyes were wide-open, my skin felt clammy, and my throat was dry. I felt like a tornado had just swept through my office in the last few minutes, leaving the furnishings untouched while picking me up, spinning me around a few dozen times, and then dropping me back into my chair.

And then Melody was coming into my office, pushing past my inert body and skillfully manipulating the computer and big-screen LCD mounted on the wall. "Here are the aerials Stacey sent over and the most recent landscaping survey. Sheldon's already done some preliminary work in the past couple of days. He must have been planning his own bid."

My unfocused stare at least pointed in the right direction.

My pretty blonde assistant then gave me a little smile and put her hand on my forearm. "You've got a lot of work to do."

"Miss Brynn! So delighted to see you again!" Sheldon stepped across the conference room and warmly took Taylor's hand.

In the past several hours, I'd gotten over my initial shock and managed to concentrate on my research, putting together a few preliminary concepts that I thought would fit the property and what I knew of Taylor's design sense. But now that she was here, live and in person, I found myself about to start hyperventilating.

Intellectually, I'd known she was as tall as me and of course I'd memorized what her face and body looked like. But somehow, she was even more gorgeous and intimidating than I'd expected. Her dark hair was currently in some exotic cut, the back cropped short above her ears, her bangs long to her chin and parted, perfectly framing her face and calling attention to her bewitching blue eyes. With her high cheekbones and perfect complexion, Taylor looked as if she were on a runway instead of in a boardroom.

Her blouse was light, thin, and boner-inducing the way the material hugged her curves. Her skirt was scandalously short, showing off creamy tan legs that went on for miles and miles, ending in strappy 4-inch heels that she somehow managed to be graceful in.

I was in awe. After some twelve years drooling over her posters and masturbating to her magazines, I was seeing Taylor Brynn in person for the first time. I knew right then and there that I was about to faint.

Sheldon was just shaking her hand, beaming that such a wealthy potential client was in his office.

Taylor frowned at him and in the tone of a head cheerleader condescending to a simpering, acne-ridden freshman, asked bluntly, "Who are you?"

I snorted. Loudly. The sound cracked the silent air like a gunshot and then I was holding my hand over my mouth in embarrassment, still feeling the mirth rising up to my eyes. The dizzy feeling evaporated and I got my bearings.

"Ah, Jeffrey!" Taylor turned to me, dropping Sheldon's hand and walking directly for me. "So good to finally meet you!" she said as she shook my hand vigorously, her eyes sweeping me up and down. "You're much more handsome than your photo," she purred enticingly.

My eyes went wide and I replied without thinking, "And you're so much more gorgeous in person as well."

I actually heard Melody giggle quietly behind me.

Taylor grinned happily at me. "Flattery will get you everywhere."

She then turned back to her only companion and gestured. "Charlotte Graham, my personal assistant." The pretty brunette would have turned heads on her own if she wasn't with a beauty like her supermodel employer. Charlotte wore long black slacks and a stylish blue button-down blouse that hugged her torso and emphasized her chest. She then stepped forward with rigid posture, her brown eyes sharp behind wire-rimmed glasses as she took in her surroundings with efficient detachment.

Following her lead, I gestured behind to my right, "Melody, my admin." And by then Sheldon had circled around the room to stand beside me, staring daggers at me for daring to introduce my assistant before him. "Theodore Sheldon, senior partner of the firm and my boss. And then Stacey, his admin."

Nods went all around and then we took our seats. Sheldon once again tried to assert control over the meeting. "Miss Brynn, we are delighted you've selected our firm for your design needs."

"I haven't selected anyone, Mr. Sheldon," Taylor interrupted. "I will be seeing multiple proposals."

"Of course, of course." Sheldon was obsequious to the point of looking stupid. "I merely wanted to thank you for considering us."

Taylor rolled her eyes at his exaggerated head bobbing. "I'm not considering you. I'm considering HIM." She looked over at me with a smile.

I managed a smile back.

"I was most impressed with your Pieterzoon design, Jeffrey," Taylor continued. "I hope you have something equally ingenious tucked away in that brain of yours."

I smiled and looked over at Melody. She stood and began handing out packets of design concepts, really just very rough sketches and photographs of design elements we planned to include. It was all we'd managed to pull together in the last few hours: three were mine, but Sheldon had also added three of his own. Meanwhile, Stacey worked the monitor to call up our research aerials and landscaping surveys.

Taylor was immediately sifting through the concepts. "Not bad ... no ... hmm ... this is crap ... ooh ... hmm..." She stopped at the sixth design, flipping it around and showing us the sketches and photographs. The concept was a sprawling Victorian, reminiscent of a British country manor and something that had been very popular in the Hamptons recently.

Sheldon was beaming. "Ah, yes, I thought you might like that one. I personally designed it. I think the building architecture will be very dramatic on the rolling landscape of the-"

"This is crap!" Taylor cut him off. "You did this?" She pointed one of the papers at Sheldon.

"Uh, uh, yes," he stammered.

"I asked for Jeffrey's designs, not yours. Why is one of your designs in here?"

"Well, Mr. Lee is only 25 and lacks any experience with a project of this scale. I thought some additional options-"

"Mr. Sheldon, if I cared what you think, I would have asked for your opinion. I haven't. As for his youth, there is no age threshold for talent. HE has it. YOU don't." Taylor glared at him, her eyes a stormy blue as she pointedly tossed the file over her shoulder where it clattered to the floor. Then she pulled out the third design. "Now THIS one ... THIS one shows promise."

It was a graceful, fluid design with soft colors, evocative of Santorini or some other Mediterranean beachfront city while still maintaining the size and grandeur befitting such a power couple. The color palette was muted and cool, blending with the landscape rather than trying to dominate it with an imposing edifice. "Let me guess," Taylor turned to me, "Jeffrey did this one?"

I smiled and nodded.

"This is a good start. I want three more concepts in this direction, and we'll go from there. I'll be seeing some other firms, but this is promising, Jeffrey." Taylor's smile could have lit up half the city, and it certainly lifted my mood. "I think you'll do an excellent design for us."

"Thank you," I nodded, my confidence growing with every passing second. Taylor, my dream, my Aphrodite, liked my work. I could have walked on air in that moment.

Twenty minutes later, we all stood and Taylor shook my hand. The preliminary paperwork and non-disclosures were signed and I was about to start the design of my life.

"I'll see you in two weeks," Taylor winked at me before whirling out the door.

"You should have seen the look on Sheldon's face!" Melody was laughing uproariously, tears actually dribbling out the corners of her eyes as she re-lived the moment of Taylor slamming the door in his face, metaphorically speaking.

We were at O'Brien's, our favorite pub to unwind at after work. I smiled and sipped a Guinness while Melody regaled our friends with the story. The six of us were all coworkers and we represented the younger generation, all of us between 27 and 24 and single. All six of us also hated Sheldon with a passion, which made Melody's recapping that much more fun.

"And then- and then-" Melody was laughing too hard to finish. "When Sheldon tried to say goodbye in the lobby, Taylor just held up her hand in his face, rolling her eyes, and she actually muttered, 'Do you have a tiny dick or something?'"

"She did NOT!" Frank, one of the draftsmen cried in disbelief.

"She did!" Melody replied in a high-pitched voice, tears now streaming down her face and she laughed so hard, she collapsed right into my side with my left arm around her. I automatically tightened my grasp around her waist.

"Nuh-uh," Erica, another admin, scolded while wagging her finger in my face. "You two don't want to get caught."

"Caught what?" Melody giggled and snuggled closer into my side while I arched an eyebrow. But then she smiled and pulled away, sitting up straight. With both hands, she fixed her soft blonde hair back behind her ears. "Oh, you shoulda been there."

The rest of our pub time was less eventful, just friends hanging out. But eventually, it was time to head home. Besides, we'd spent enough money already and drinks in Manhattan weren't cheap.

"Are you seriously going back to the office?" Melody asked me as we got up.

"Yeah," I shrugged. "Two weeks isn't very long and I've got a zillion ideas running through my head right now. I want to get them on paper tonight before I lose them."

Melody gave me a wry grin, "Oh well..."

The other four started heading out and I moved to join them, but Melody grabbed my hand first. "I need to go to the bathroom first," she called to the group. "I'll see you guys tomorrow?"

Our friends nodded and Melody dug her nails into my palm. My eyes went wide and a second later I gurgled, "Uh, me too. Catch you guys later."

Erica gave me a knowing smile and headed out with the others.

"Melody!" I hissed to my assistant as she pulled me back through the pub. A small place like this only had two single bathrooms, ostensibly labeled men and women. In reality, they were just tiny rooms with a single toilet, sink, and a lock on the door. The men's didn't even have a stand-up urinal.

Melody tried the men's room first, finding it locked and occupied. Two seconds later, she tugged me into the women's, pushed the door shut, and locked it.

Two seconds after that, she slammed me into the wall. "Fuck me, Jeffie," she husked from an inch away, her hands already busy at my pants.

"Now?" I looked at her wide-eyed.

"Just a quickie," she growled, dropping my pants and shorts to my ankles and then tugging upwards at the hem of her pencil skirt. Once she got the tight fabric to her hips, she pulled the crotch of her thong panties to the side while her right hand started jacking my cock, quickly taking me from nervous flaccidity to aroused rigidity.

I spun us around and roughly pushed the smaller girl back against the wall, causing her to laugh happily at the dull thud of impact. "Mel, you are CRAZY," I whispered as she lifted one leg and wrapped it around my hip.

Melody rubbed my mushroom head along the bare-shaven lips of her pussy, diddling her clit with my living dildo and spreading her own copious juices along her slit. Her eyes fluttered and her lower lip quivered as she gave into her lustful urges.

I heard the catch in her breath as the pleasure started to take over her brain, and on that cue, I dug both palms under her skirt and hoisted Melody up by her ass.

"Fuck me, Jeffie," she whimpered again as her own hand guided me into position, and with her legs scissoring around my waist, I lowered her light body down around my shaft.

"Ooohhh," she moaned as I filled her up with my meat. Pinned to the wall, she tugged me into her with her legs and clutched my shoulders. It took a minute to slowly part her tight tunnel, but once we were fully joined, she exhaled and sagged against me.

"Fuck, I love fucking you," she groaned.

The phrase summed up our relationship perfectly. I'd been promoted a year ago, and along with the new responsibilities came an office and an administrative assistant. At first, Melody had been casually flirtatious, but nothing ever came of it. I'd been dating someone for a while and Melody had a steady boyfriend for the past few years.

But then came the Pieterzoon project, and after a few months my new dedication to working long hours had killed off my dating relationship. At almost the same time, Melody had a big falling out with her boyfriend and they broke up. But we didn't start fucking right away.

Melody was a 5'4" bottle-blonde with a vivacious personality best-suited to bar- hopping and charming free drinks from all the guys. She was professional and efficient at work, but even a conservative outfit couldn't hide her fun-loving attitude and with a tight body and big tits, she never lacked for male-attention.

She first dated a lovesick architect from our commercial division who had been crushing on her for years, but two weeks after that she broke it off proclaiming that the LAST thing she wanted was another committed relationship.

After that, her flirting with me picked up a few notches. As someone who always got along with women but was never exactly popular among the ladies, I soaked up all the feminine attention she offered. Hey, I was an architecture nerd; women weren't exactly beating down my door. But even with Melody's obvious interest, I would NEVER make a move. I was too cognizant of my position as her boss and of the severe repercussions of sexual harassment claims.

Of course, men like me are helpless when a beautiful woman decides to make HER move.

It was a Wednesday when a last-minute change demanded new revisions before the end of the week. We didn't finish work until 10pm and by then, the office was deserted.

By 10:05pm, Melody was sitting in my lap as our tongues battled for supremacy.

By 10:09pm, she was face-down on my desk with my cock buried to the hilt inside her juicing pussy.

On Thursday morning, Melody came into my office and we agreed that while the previous night had been a wonderful relief from all the built-up work stress, it was not appropriate given our positions and the risks were too-high. It was a one-time mistake and we would both move on. We smiled, shook hands, and went back to work.

At 9:37pm that same Thursday, I was flat on my back across the floor while Melody straddled my hips and humped up and down my cock.

Twelve hours after that, we were in my office again, this time giving a presentation on our latest progress to the Pieterzoons.

All that was six months ago.

I never met Melody's parents and she never met mine. We never went out on a date. I rarely even saw her on weekends. We simply fucked every few days whenever she got the urge.

I had zero control over the relationship. We met up when and where Melody wanted. If I was horny and she was busy, I had to wait her out. But she got her urges at regular intervals, so I never had to wait long. And she was absolutely dynamite in the sack.

I wanted more with Melody. Despite our fabulous working relationship, if I had my way, I'd get us reassigned so that we could be a public dating couple. I wanted a steady girlfriend. I wanted to bond emotionally with someone and find out if they might be a partner in my life for the years ahead. But Melody wasn't interested, and fully aware that she'd dumped the last guy who pressured her into commitment, I didn't push the issue.

As it was, I couldn't complain about the arrangement. I was dedicated to my job. I wanted to succeed and make a name for myself in the design world. And being a workaholic with long hours made girlfriend-hunting time rare. Having someone like Melody to release some sexual pressure with was simply wonderful.

Melody wanted to have fun. She'd been with her previous boyfriend since college and now she wanted to revel in her newfound freedom. She was young, she was energetic, and she didn't want to waste her time worrying about a guy's needs. I scratched her itch and asked for nothing else. We had a good thing going, as long as we didn't get caught.

For the sake of not getting caught, we decided not to have sex in the office anymore. Our hormones got the best of us on rare occasions, but we usually managed to keep it in my pants until we got to an apartment ... or the back of a cab ... or like today, a bar bathroom.

"Fuck, Jeffie! It's been three whole days!" she whined into my ear as I guided her up and down my cock.

Honestly, I hadn't realized the days flying by; I'd been pretty busy even before the Kwong project. But my dick recognized that we hadn't screwed since Friday and right now it was deliriously happy to be back inside Melody's clasping tunnel.

Through half-lidded eyes, I grunted with the exertion of lifting and lowering the young blonde's body and thrusting my hips into her over and again. There was nothing subtle about this session. My arms burned and all I focused on was the rhythm, the rest would take care of itself. Melody was happily orgasmic and as I plugged her with metronomic precision, she bit down on my shoulder and came, her legs tensing against my lower back and her whole body trembling as the climax swept through her.

I wasn't quite there yet, but Melody knew just how to finish me off.

"Cum in me, boss," she whispered. "Fill your sexy secretary with all your spunk."

Uncontrollably, a groan escaped my lips. I knew it was morally wrong to sleep with my admin. It was so ... naughty ... And hearing Melody call herself a secretary only fanned my lust.

"Take me, boss. Use me as your cum dumpster. Take advantage of me and blow your hot, sticky jism into my poor, helpless pussy. Cum!"

My hips jerked and then I was doing as Melody demanded, nutting three days buildup of semen into her spasming pussy while she clutched me with all four limbs.

When I was done, on shaky arms I lowered her feet to the floor. She retrieved some toilet paper and went to wiping up the white cream oozing down her thighs while I stuffed myself back into my pants. When she was done, she got up on her tiptoes and pecked me quickly on the lips.

"THAT hit the spot," she smiled right in my face. I nodded.

When we opened the door, there was a mid-thirties Sex and the City-type waiting to use the restroom. She looked at us both, a little smile coming to her face. "Got enough for another go?" the woman asked me innocently.

I obviously looked her up and down. She certainly was pretty and Melody just started giggling. But casual hookups with strangers weren't my thing. "Sorry," I told the woman and shrugged.

Melody smirked amusedly, then took my hand and led us both outside. I waited for ten minutes while we tried to flag down a cab. Sometimes I wished I had a car, but then just the parking alone would kill my bank account.

Eventually, Melody flashed some leg and quickly a yellow Crown Victoria pulled up. Then we both just waved goodbye to each other as Melody headed home and I turned to walk back to the office. I still had a long night ahead of me.

SUNDAY NIGHT, TWO WEEKS LATER...

It was after 11pm when I finally staggered into my apartment. I dropped my bag to the floor just inches inside the doorway and began shedding clothes as I stumbled towards the bathroom.

I was utterly and completely drained. It had been two weeks of working hell. And yes, I even worked late on a Sunday night. It was THAT important.

Tomorrow would be the big presentation. Tomorrow, my life might just change in a way I'd never dreamed possible. Tomorrow, the future Kwongs would decide whether or not I would be designing their house.

Tomorrow, I would be finding out if Taylor Brynn would be bringing me into her life, even if just a little bit.

By the time I finished with my shower, I had just barely enough energy to slip into my shorts and crawl to the bed. But before I could close my eyes and surrender to the bliss of sleep, my eyes glanced around my bedroom. On the main wall were some of my favorite designs, both mine and those of my idols. But on the near wall to my left was a six-foot poster ... of her...

It was Taylor in an erotically-charged pose, wearing nothing skimpy lingerie. Her lips were pursed, begging to be kissed and begging to suck in my cock at the same time. Her eyes were brilliant, intense, and enrapturing.

And then just beneath it was an 8 1/2 by 11 sketch of Taylor, just black and white pencil. I'd drawn it from memory of a fantasy, Taylor reclining on my bed with one arm flung back as she looked at me with a smoldering gaze, showing her face in exquisite detail with the sketch ending just above her bustline.

For all her physical attributes, it was that sketch of her face in my mind every day at work: her grace, her fluid lines, her spectral quality of melting into the paper. I let that guide my design.

The two weeks I'd had to create the design concepts had flown by faster than any two weeks in my life. For two weeks, I was in the office before 7am every day and never left before 9pm. I had to create a masterpiece. I couldn't let my angel down.

For two weeks, 14 hours a day, I'd lived and breathed Taylor. And just this evening, when Melody gave me a blowjob behind my desk to relieve my tension, it was Taylor's face in my mind when I spewed forth my cum into Melody's sucking mouth.

Tomorrow, everything would change.

MONDAY

"Relax. You'll be fine."

I took a deep breath and then nodded to Melody, who patted my arm and then stepped to the side to make sure an easel was stable. Stacey, Sheldon's admin, was similarly double-checking the other side of the room. I took one last look around the Executive Conference Room, making sure everything was in place, and then it was time.

Sheldon nodded to me and together we headed into the lobby.

"Jeffrey! So good to see you again!" Taylor saw me immediately and came forward. To my surprise, she reached out and gave me a dainty hug before pecking me on the cheek. "Oops," she rubbed my cheek where some of her lipstick had left a mark.

I didn't know how to react, especially since Taylor's fiancé was two feet away. Fortunately, he gave me a smile absent of any jealousy and he stepped forward to shake my hand. "John Kwong, pleased to meet you."

I cleared my throat, "Jeff Lee. Thank you very much for your time, Mr. Kwong."

Immediately the statuesque blonde beside him moved up to shake my hand while John stepped back to greet Sheldon. "Cassandra Cooper," the blonde introduced herself.

"Delighted to meet you, Miss Cooper." My eyes lingered for a few extra moments. Cassandra Cooper was a stunning Amazon of a woman and she had a really sexy accent, I couldn't help it. But almost immediately my eyes were drawn back to Taylor. I stepped back and tried to focus, calming myself, finally shaking hands with Charlotte, Taylor's assistant, to finish off the group.

"Shall we?" Sheldon was gesturing to the conference room and we all moved off. Taylor led the way beside Sheldon and I made minor small talk with John.

Once we got inside, our clients immediately began browsing through the sketches and blown-up photographs scattered around the room. Taylor immediately began inspecting one set of designs, trailed by Charlotte. Meanwhile, John and Cassandra headed off in the other direction, checking out a different set. I noticed how easily Cassandra slipped her arm around John's. If I didn't know better, I might have thought she was his betrothed instead of Taylor.

But just as quickly as I processed that I cleared my throat. "If you'll please be seated, I promise that we'll go over all three designs in however much detail you want."

Taylor turned from her current sketch and flashed me a brilliant smile. John and Cassandra on the other side of the room similarly looked quite pleased. I felt a little surge of confidence as I stepped to the keyboard controlling the main screen and I felt the tug of my own smile in my cheeks.