Please, Jolie

I could tell she was watching me. And something about her intrigued me. She was so fragile, touching her could probably break her. She knew how fragile she was so she remained cautious. She had thick course hair that reached shoulder length. Her skin was caramel and reminded me of the summer sun. She never smiled. It was strange. She was strange. It captivated me. She was restricted and remain enclosed with herself. She seemed to have little reaction to life. What was this woman about? She was slim and sleek. The body gram of a model, although she was short so she could never be a model. Not the ones from my dreams at least. But that didn't concern me. Her face was soft and beautiful. She had wide brown eyes that you could see the galaxy in if you tried. She dressed well. Amazing actually, that's probably why she late at every morning meeting. Or why she invests so much time in the bathroom. I've never seen her without makeup. She was always done up. There was never a day she dressed down. I didn't understand it. It was only work. What's wrong with just a casual look? But hey, I guess that's how woman are. She must love jewelry because she wears an array of accessories. Everyday it's something new. One day she even came in to work looking like a gypsy. She was quite the character for such an aloof person. I could tell she was sincere with herself. I liked that about her, it was attractive. The nature of her being is curiosity. I see her watching me work but she completely ignores my existence. She doesn't have any remote clue that I notice her. Did she even care? And why do I care about whether or not she cares? I've never cared before. Why does she emit this...this...this...feeling of enlightenment. She brightens my day without even being apart of it. I've come to watch her viscously. It becomes habit. I have to know her and everything about her. For so long I've watched her at work. When she comes and when she leaves, what she wears and who she interacts with. I get jealous when she speaks to other guys and I haven't even talked to her yet. "Talk to her" will repeat in my head all day, but I avoid it. What would come out of it anyways? Lost wages? It's against company policy, so why are you even thinking twice. But isn't life about risks? My father always told me to follow your heart because your mind is to logical. Before he passed he taught me a lot, but adventure was his greatest lesson. My father was a great man, a very intelligent and rich man. He was one of the first companies to manufacture mink carpets. My father died with a 2.4 billion dollar net worth and left the fruits of his labor to his only son. My inheritance is one of the reasons why I was able to get this job, it was part of the inheritance. I know I'm technically her boss, but she doesn't know. Nobody does. It's best that the board of directors handle the decisions. They only need my say so in terms of deal making in shares and partners. Other than that they maintain the company. My father believed firmly in a productive environment. Which is why relationships are against company policy. He always said "if you get distracted it's because of passion". I love my father and I refuse to change the core of his company. It is his and I have no right to change it. But she was above all of that. She didn't care about the quotes my father beat into my head. She didn't care about my self-righteousness. She only cared about prosper. She was such a stickler. It was cute. I can't get her out of my mind. Today she looked stunning. Her hair was slicked back and wrapped in a bun, she wore pearls today. They dangle from her ears while the matching necklace wraps around the circumference of her neck. Slender. She wore a short topaz dress that complimented her skin perfectly. It was fitted and sat just above her knees. She had Pearl bracelets on each wrist. Class. He shoes were a modern four inch red bottom heal that matched her dress, they must've been new because they were shinier than all her other shoes. Did she know about tonight? Would she think I'm creepy for premeditating today?Or Were they a present? Was it a man who gave it to her? Did she like him? Did she enjoy his company? Would she enjoy mine? I need to talk to her. I approach her cubical. What do I say? What do I need her for? I've never needed her before. I'll just make something up. I poke my head over the top of her and let out a faint "Hey". She looks up. I can tell she's surprised by my presence. She probably curious as to why I'm even standing here!

She stutters.

"H-hello...can I help you"

"Do you have any staples, I'm all out". She shuffled through he things before she throws the staples at me. She was a bit dismissive but I wasn't going away that easy. I was determined to talking to her today.

She went to return to her work but I just sat there. I didn't really know what else to do. It was a horrible way to introduce myself or the idea that I wanted to take her out! Staples? Are you serious? I couldn't hesitate anymore.

"Will you have dinner with me"? She looked at me in utter shock. I could tell she was a little uncomfortable with the idea. I felt embarrassed and almost ashamed. Here I was breaking one of the core company values that made my father great. I'm always so concerned with his reputation.

"You do realize that's against company policy, what are you even asking me right now" She rebutted ignorantly.

"Dinner with a coworker is against company policy?"

"U-u-uh n-no I was simply implying that anything further may be a representation of a company violation and put us into positions of termination." Her words made me cringe.

"Are you always a stickler?" I laughed it off, I was becoming a bit frustrated. I knew the rules, I wasn't a idiot.

"No."

"Well then lighten up and join me for dinner."

"When"?

"Tonight".

"Tonight? Are you serious? Is that even enough time?"

"Enough time for what? We're just co-workers having dinner! Meet me and McCormicks' Tavern, Just across the street from the old wald-house building, 8 o'clock." And with those simple instructions I walked away. She now had the option to come and if she didn't I knew where we would stand. The day passed quickly after that. I usually stayed behind after everyone else because I have to file my paperwork differently but I seen her leave without taking her keys. She just left them there on her desk. How could she be so irresponsible and unaware. I dashed for her keys and headed down the staircase to her car. I knew she parked on level C because it was the only floor that wasn't crowded with cars, I remember her mentioning it one day to another co-worker after a meeting that discussed new parking permits being issued. I didn't know which car was hers but she had a fob key so I just pressed the "find" button and her lifts lit up. I ran to her car hoping to catch her on time but when I got to the car she wasn't there. Awe well, she must've taken her time coming down. I'll wait for her to come. As a few moments pass I hear foot step come to a complete stop. I turned around and there she stood.

"Are you stalking me?" She said slightly smiling. I knew she did that to make me feel comfortable. I appreciated the gesture but I didn't need it.

"You forgot your keys on your desk" I said tossing the keys in the air and walking away. I didn't hear the keys drop so I guess she caught them. I walked to the elevator and proceeded to my car. My job was done. Driving home I noticed that I hadn't gone to the bank like my girlfriend had asked. I was already aggravated that things with Jolie didn't go exactly as planned but now I had to endure the worst part of my life. I came to the drive way of my house and parked my car into the garage. I entered through the back door because I really didn't want to be seen. I just wanted to go straight to the shower. I wanted tonight to matter and the first impression always matters. I walked quietly through the small hallway that connected the back door to the kitchen. I hastily walked through the kitchen and hurried up to the stairs like a mad man. I heard nothing. Was she sleeping? If so fantastic. Makes this a lot easier than it was going to be in the first place. My girlfriend and I, we love each other. But I'm sick of her. She's cold and bitter. She's sucking the life out of me and I feel drained. I want to leave her but I'll be alone if I do. I want someone I could spend life with and enjoy doing it. Not harboring our internal emotions. We have great sex. It gets me aroused just thinking about it. But what good is it when I don't enjoy her company? I walked into my bedroom to the far left of the staircase. My bedroom had a bathroom in it so If she wasn't in there I could lock the door and get ready in peace. I entered the room and there she was coming out of the bathroom. She was beautiful. She was naked and wet so I assumed she just finished showering. She had a towel on her head and her hair was wrapped neatly within it. Her breast were small compared to jolie but I liked hers too. She had shaved, I could see her skin was smooth and clear. She wasn't as dark as Jolie and I don't think her body is nearly as perfected. But everyday I settle for less.

"Oh hey love. I didn't see you there...how was work?" She asking. Her voice sounded snarky. I hate when she has an attitude. What did I ever do to her?

"Cut the shit man, I had a long day I don't need your petty attitude today Laci" is tired of her games. I need out.

"I can see. Well did you at least get to the bank like I asked. I'm going to run some errands with the girls. " Didn't she hear me? I told her I didn't need this. I know I'm at a breaking point.

"No I didn't laci...you can just take the card" I said coming closer to her naked body. I could feel the heat coming off of her as I got within inches of her body. She smiled.

"Okay dear. That sound fine". She giggles and steps back. Why does she taunt me. She knows I want her. I can't stand it I have to have her!

I entered the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I took a quick shower. I didn't want to be late and have Jolie waiting on me. She would probably get hysterical and think I was standing her up. I'd never want to hurt her. I worked myself steadily, making sure not to miss an inch of my body. I didn't want jolie to catch the fragrance of my girlfriend. I wasn't taking her to my house and I didnt want anything to ruin the night. After getting ready I walked out the bathroom looking sharp and dressed to impress.

"You look nice" Laci said as I approached the mirror that sat directly across from my bed. It was full length and allowed me to see myself perfectly.

"Do you have plans?" she uttered again.

"You know I have plans with jolie tonight laci." I said sharply back. I wasn't a liar.

"Will you be having sex with her tonight"

"I wouldn't disrespect a lady of such caliber not unless she wanted to."

"Am I not worth the same respect?"

"You are mine Laci, nothing more than property. I give you what you want so you can survive and I get love in return. Jolie is a woman, not a piece of meat". I felt a dimness in the room after those exchanged words. I didn't care. "The card is going to be on the counter table, enjoy yourself shopping baby. You deserve it". I turned around and she had a perky smile on her face. I walked towards her.

"That's why you're daddy's favorite, and that's why you live here with me". She got up from the bed and began to kiss me vigorously. I wanted her again, but I needed to leave.

"Bye baby. I'll see you when I return home." And with that, I departed and set forth to the tavern.

I arrived just on time. I was a little worried I wouldn't make it before she did. I pull up to the valet parking booth and request that my car be parked. The valet hands me a ticket and a walk inside.

"AHHH...Mr. Caswell, you've returned. It's nice to see you again. And where is the soon to be Mrs.Cawell? Will she be joining you tonight?" I was questioned as I approached the podium of Mr. Dushon Maxwell, the matrade of the restaurant.

"Dushon, it's good to see you to my good friend. But I've told you before, Laci is not my fiancée and she never will be. I have a more than enticing woman joining me tonight, please leave remarks of Laci out of conversation. I'd prefer I'd tell her on my own."

"Will do sir. Should I sit you at your regular table?"

"No Dushon, seat me with a ocean view line. I want her to admire the shoreline at night."

"It is beautiful isn't it sir"?

"Yes, it is".

"Well then, if you'll follow me to your table sir". I followed Dushon. I was trusting that he'd have the perfect seat for me and he did. It was a beautiful view, I knew she'd love it. After sitting me down Dushon walked away. I guess it must've been sometime because before I knew it Dushon returned questioning me if my date was still coming. I smiled and nodded. I didn't know if she actually was but I hoped so. I glanced at my clock and by this time it was 8:45pm. Where was she? Was she standing me up? Had I waited too long? Should I order another bottle of wine before deciding to call a quits. Before actually calling the waiter for my check I take one final look towards the entrance of the restaurant. Again, I saw Dushon but this time following him was jolie. I couldn't help but smile. She looked amazing in that dress. It fit her just right. She approached the table and Dushon sat her down. We talked for a bit about this and that. I told her I'd be willing to fly her to Paris first class and I could take care of her. Her face seemed memorized. Confused almost. I mean I knew she was a stickler but it was becoming annoying. She started talking about employment and how she didn't want to lose this job because it's the best one she's had. I feel pity for her. She clearly needed me. I could give her everything she wants. I could give her the world, and she would owe me nothing but love in return. I guess my opinions offended her because after ordering our appetizers we sat in silence. I felt rueful. How could she just sit there in silence? She didn't notice my efforts towards her. She hasn't even mentioned the view. To lighten the mood I ordered another bottle of wine. I wanted her to lighten up. I wasn't here to hurt her, but she was still so reserved. What would it take for her to open up? I guess it was wine. After ordering the second bottle followed by our main course she guzzled around 9 cups of wine. But she was poised. Was she even intoxicated? That's when it happened.

"You must like wine Jolie". She ignored me, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it in a bad way, I apologize if offended you". From there she omitted to me.

"It's fine Phabeian, you're straight forward and I like that, it's attractive! YOU'RE attractive if we're speaking honestly Phabeian! Here I am so aroused by your very presence and I have to hold myself back because I'm scared of losing a job that I only love because I finally make a six figure income". I wasn't shocked. I knew she liked me, it was only a matter of employment and if that's what was holding me back from making her mine then I'd fire her. But how could I fire her and simultaneously show her than I am the one who can take care of her. Money would never be an issue. But I couldn't do that just yet, it would take a little finagling. I was in full effect now.

"Jolie, after we finish dinner would you like to join me at my apartment"? For a moment there was hesitation and then a faint "I would love to".

We finished our meals and got ready to leave. After paying the bill I helped Jolie get up. She was a little unstable from all the wine she had consumed. I picked her up and wrapped her arm around my neck so I could guide her walking.

"Dushon, have valet pull my car up. I'm going to bring Ms.Lester to a calmer environment." I request. Waiting for my car to pull up I hear jolie mumbling. What was she saying? I didn't know. When my car pulled up I helped Jolie into the passenger seat. Her mumbling became clear.

"Wait...wait...my car". I couldn't believe she was worried about her car when she was clearly in need of help herself.

"I will bring you to pick up your car tomorrow jolie. Right now you're to intoxicated to drive and you need to lay down."

"Okay". She replied and positioned herself comfortably into the passenger seat. I walked around to the driver side, got situated and drove off. About 15 minutes into the drive she began to speak.

"So where do you live?"

"In the condominiums in South Bay about a half hour from here."

"Is it nice"?

"You'll see when we get there". I could tell she was interested. I loved her curiosity.