Chapter 90 – O'Hare hairy situation

I’m the first to get to O’Hare. Grace had to stop by the office to download the most recent sales numbers off the internal server. Darnell promised he’d be on time but wanted to spend extra time talking to Trixie and she only had spare time in the morning while with Mr. Stirling. And Mal? Mal just arrived late to look good.

As fun as any trip is, I only get to go on these things by selling my ability as a personal assistant, so naturally I’m dressed for the part. If it were just Grace and I, I could dress far more casually. I’d still need to look professional, but it could be loose fitting blouse and skirt, shorter heels, and showing off less cleavage. As is, my black leather skirt rides a couple inches above my knees and goes halfway up my belly. It’s thankfully a nice matte black and not that glossy number Grace tried to get me to wear, but it’s still skintight. If it wasn’t for the slit going up my left thigh I could barely walk in the damned thing. The slit still makes sure I take small steps though as if I take a longer stride it will split enough to show off the lace tops of my nude stockings. Atop that is my sexy long-sleeved red blouse. Its satin is matte as well but it’s still satin and it still catches the light. It almost precisely cups and matches the shape of my large proud breasts and is one of the only ‘professional’ blouses I have where I can’t wear a bra. Of course, that gives it no reason to not have a plunging neckline that shoes off more of the tops of my breasts than some of my bras do.

Mal loves it when he sees me in this particular blouse. Not just the shape it gives me, and not just the view he and everybody gets of my girls, but he knows how well I accessorize it. I have my red patent leather five-inch platform ankle strap heels. My nails are a perfect match in color to the blouse, as is my lipstick. And to bring it all together, both my nails and my lips are extra shiny to match the heels. I’d normally carry my little red patent leather clutch to perfect the look but it’s just too small to travel with. Thankfully the black leather doctor’s bag purse matches my skirt and has plenty of room, even if it means I have to carry it and not strap it over my shoulder.

I keep my hair long and straight for this trip so that I can easily pull it up into a ponytail if I need to but otherwise frames my face and enhances the overall sexiness of my outfit. And of course, my makeup is just as I’d wear it in the office, that odd particular Mal approved mix of club and office that leaves everybody guessing if I’m going out or going to work. Because we’re traveling and have to move through security I don’t have any of my toys on, though they’re all packed up in my carry on as Grace wants to have fun with them while we’re shopping. Speaking of which, Grace absolutely loves this outfit and calls it my bimboiest bimbo uniform.

After I make it through security, check in all the tickets and make sure the last-minute changes are a go, I make my way to the American Admirals Club near the back of the terminal. I haven’t flown much before working at K Edison so I never knew about these clubs. Who knew that flying first class got you access to such a nice spot to sit and rest away from all the other crowds. And since our corporation has an extensive account with the airline, we all get access even though the flights to the Maldives are flying on British airways. Once I get a seat and order a Mojito, I pull out the tickets and do one last check. Sure, I have them all saved on my phone as well but seeing everybody’s name on their individual tickets makes it all just so real.

When I feel the light touch to my shoulder I lean back into it, knowing immediately that it’s Grace. Darnell always touches my waist first, and Mal’s touch is far more aggressive wherever he touches me. Grace waves over the waiter with a smirk, “I’ll take a mojito please.” Turning to me she continues, “Trying to get that Miami vibe eh? I wish we could do more than dream about it here in the airline club. So, what happened?”

I sigh as I hand over Grace’s first-class ticket to Miami, “It was Veronica. She called me on the train ride over here. Evidently, she found some new beachfront property just outside of Miami and she wants Mal to go check it out. I tried to laugh it off, but she shut me down pretty quickly, like she always does. I confirmed with Mal and he huffed a bit about it but said yes, I had to make that switch. I even heard Nica in the background shouting something like ‘Is that slut really confirming my orders with you?’ so he shut down the conversation by simply telling me to make it happen.”

Even knowing Mal’s evil witch of a wife as well as I do, I can’t figure out what she wants. She seems intent lately on putting Mal and me together as much as possible. She knows that he takes out his sexual frustrations with me, and she seems to get a particular kick out of setting those situations up. Like the time Mal let me sleep at his downtown apartment while Grace’s and my place was being smoked out by the exterminator. She just conveniently made sure to invite her friends over and kick Mal out for the night… making sure he spent the night with me. But this change doesn’t make sense. Did she expect Mal to go to Miami with me?

My thoughts are interrupted by a strong sudden grip on the back of my neck. It’s so weird how Mal’s grip can be strong and possessive and at the same time, convey how he feels. The simple rub he makes with his thumb tells me he’s sorry for all this happening even while he shows everybody around here his ownership of me, “So how are my girls doing? Any trouble with the ticket swaps Paris?”

I shake my head in the negative just enough that Mall will feel it as he’s keeping his hand on my neck and therefore keeping me looking straight ahead, “No problem. I had your passport, so it was easy to show that I had permission to make the change. By the way…”

I hold up Mal’s first-class ticket to Miami along with his passport. He of course won’t need that now, but I didn’t know that this morning when I grabbed it. When Mal lets go of my neck, letting his hand rub down my back in a comforting manner, I turn and see him leaning forward to take a sip of Grace’s drink. Naturally he’s dressed in a suit. A very stylish white suit that will fit Miami perfectly. I’d reminded him just this morning to wear something comfortable for the long flight, but he had enough warning of the change to switch from comfy clothes to more professional atire. I, on the other hand, am wearing the exact opposite of what you’d want to wear on the beginning of an almost thirty-hour flight.

The hands gripping my waist and pulling me back to lean against his muscular chest can’t belong to anybody but Darnell. I look up into his eyes as he smiles down at me. And of course he’d be all smiles. Once I found out about the change I’d called Grace, Mal, and Darnell to let them know about the switch. I also called Trixie so she wouldn’t be taken by surprise to see Darnell with me. She excitedly reminded me of what I’d said though, that if either she or I were with Darnell that we’d take care of him during his trip. Well. Now I get to do just that. Two weeks in a tropical paradise, taking care of ‘my boyfriends’ pent up sexual desire. No wonder he’s grinning like a kid on Christmas.

After a little chit chat, Mal pulls me to a private area to talk. I can immediately tell that he’s furious underneath his calm exterior as he starts out with something I’ve only heard once or twice from him. An apology, “Paris, I’m sorry about this. I knew Nica was shopping for some Florida property but didn’t have any idea she was looking at Miami and certainly didn’t know she’d want me to look at it now.”

In a move that truly stuns me Mal places his hands on either side of my face and pulls me in to place a soft kiss on my forehead. An apology from him is rare. A kiss to seal the apology is… well, this is a first. He continues, still holding my face gently, “Look, this is last minute. If I had a week, I’d have prepped you and Darnell better but once you set me up for this trip I knew I could teach him while we were there. Now he’s going in blind, thinking that his negotiating skills are up to the task at this level. They aren’t. But that’s where you’re going to come in. I’ve told you before, presentation is almost everything at this level. You know how to read clients better than Darnell, so you’re going to set the scene and hope he can bring it home. If the guy, you meet is all professional, then you need to play that part. If he’s a classic gent like me, then you treat Darnell how you’d treat me. And if he’s in between, then you figure it out. I trust you in this instance more than I trust Darnell. Just make sure he treats you appropriately. I know he gets all lovey dovey on you but if this guy is like me, Darnell needs to be more commanding. A weak boss with a sexpot secretary like you will just show him that Darnell is out of his league.”

At that moment we both glance up at the speaker in the ceiling as the gentle announcement for the flight to Miami calls that it will be boarding soon. Turning to me Mal gives me another kiss, this one far more intimately on my lips. After letting the moment linger far more than any professional circumstance should allow, he backs off and says, “Be my good girl on this trip. Make Darnell look good and bring the deal home.”

And with that Mal turns and walks back to Grace and Darnell while I try to put what he said together in my mixed-up mind. He wants me to treat Darnell like I treat him? Like… be demure and overtly sexual? Serve him? Does he mean just during the meetings, or does he mean for the whole trip? And how am I going to get Darnell to treat me that way? Darnell is commanding, but he’s no Mal. He treats me like a boyfriend would a girlfriend, not as a sexist boss would his sexy secretary. And on top of that, Darnell is going to already be expecting two weeks’ worth of me blowing him. I mean… we share a room!

I watch dumbfounded as Mal gathers up his and Grace’s bags, puts his arm around her waist, and leads her back out to their flight. When I turn back to the table I see Darnell, grinning at me like he just won the lottery. Which, in a way, I guess he has.