I have been having this dream since I was 13. I know I have never seen this guy before. His name is Ryan. He had a very unique look. His hair fell down to the middle of his back and was jet black. His eyes were two different colors. His right eye was a dark stormy grey that reminded me of thick heavy clouds that were fat with rain. His left eye was a bright green that reminded me of peridot. His lips were full and begged to be kissed. His skin was a caramel color and was soft, smooth and clear. He had three moles by his right eye like he needed to be more beautiful. His features were sharp and masculine. He had a hard jawline with high cheekbones. He was taller than me and his build was thick and heavy for his age. As time went on my dream went from innocent children playing and hanging out to something much more... intimate. Now that I'm older, the dreams are becoming more... primal.
***MY DREAM***
I'm laying on a fur carpet. Chinchilla I think. The soft dark grey fur feels amazing on my scantily clad body. The fireplace is inviting and draws my gaze as I feel strong arms wrap around me. "Mmm. Hello, handsome.", I said before rolling over to meet his intense gaze. He leans in close. "God I missed you.", he whispered before kissing my neck. His huge body hovered over mine. My hands run up his arms and over his broad shoulders. He felt and smelled divine. I moan as he spread my legs while giving me a hickey. His hand ran from my hip down the side of my thigh to the back of my knee as he settled between my legs. His other hand cradled the back of my neck as his lips continued to explore the sensitive spots. Our passions inflamed as he pressed his hard length against me. I whimper dying to feel him inside me. He groans as he moves his lips down to my chest from neck nipping and sucking as he goes. I writhe under his touch. He slips the cups of my nighty out the way revealing my chocolate nipples. He takes the left one into his mouth while rolling the right between his large fingers. I moan and grind against him. "Fuck..", he whispers before sucking harder on my nipple. My fingers run through his long, silky hair. It falls over his face tickling my body and he moves lower. His lips set my skin ablaze where ever they touch me. I arched my back pushing my body towards him, needing to feel more of him against me.
Moans escape my lips as he kisses my lower belly, his hands moving under my thighs to my hips, lifting me to his mouth. My voice catches in my throat as he begins to devour me. "Ryan..", I whisper. He licks and sucks me through my lace panties. The sensations were beginning to drive me crazy. Ryan grabbed my panties with his teeth and ripped then of before he continued to devour my slick wet folds. My moans increased in tone and volume. He growled at the sound, satisfied with the reaction he pulled from me. I felt the tension building inside me that began to feel insatiable. "Please!", I begged for release. Ryan sucked gently on my bud after circling it with the tip of his tongue. I almost screamed finally reaching my peak. My moans were guttural. Ryan breathed hard against me, lapping up my juices that flowed from my entrance.
I could hear him fiddling with his pants. "Mmm. Yes...", I moaned. Ryan pushed down his pants then sat back on his heels pulling me onto his lap. I kissed him tasting myself on his lips. He moaned into my mouth as he adjusted me on his lap. I could feel him at my entrance as he stared into my eyes. "Evanora...", he whispered as he began to lower me on his rock hard cock. I felt his tip inside me. before I could get the rest of his luscious cock, I woke up.
***REALITY***
I sit up in my bed, cursing. "Fuck!", I grumbled in frustration. That's the closest we ever came to having sex. The closest I've ever come. When I was younger, I made the decision to wait for marriage. It, of course, wasn't a popular opinion from anyone but my parents. Still it was my choice and I stood by it. I take deep breaths trying to get control of my senses. My skin had beads of sweat all over it and was sensitive to anything that touched it. I put my feet on the shaggy white carpet that laid on the floor next to my bed and made fists with my toes so I could ground myself. I continued to breathe.
I look over my shoulder at the painting I made of us that hangs over my bed. Ryan was holding me as I sat between his legs. He was bare chested, wearing blue jeans. He was barefoot, his toes deep in the grass. With one arm wrapped around me and the other hand holding my favorite book as he read to me. I laid back watching his face, smiling softly, wearing a crimson red sundress. I painted the scene when I was 15. He was weighing heavy on my mind for a couple of weeks and I thought by painting the picture it would ease my thoughts. It didn't. To date, this is one of my best paintings. I make sure to take this wherever I go. It's the first thing to be packed and unpacked. I sigh.
I push up off my bed and get my yoga mat. 'I might as well start my workout now.', I mumbled. I do my sun salutations then meditate for a bit. I move on to do my calisthenics before stretching and ending my work out. I wipe off my yoga mat before drying it and putting it away. I make my bed putting powder between the sheets before pulling up the covers.
I take my time in the shower careful not to wet my hair more than it is from the sweaty dream. I use my peach vanilla body scrub and body wash. I try my best to push the dream out of my mind but it creeps back in while I rinse off. My hands moving lower and lower while I think of his lips, his hands. My breathing gets heavier as my hands slide over my thighs. I whisper his name wishing he was real. Wishing he was here, touching me, breathing against my neck as he did in the dream. My alarm goes off on my phone letting me know it's 6 AM. I snap out of my trance. "Fuck.", I said needing to release but not having enough time. I have to be at my new job by 8AM and I have to fix my hair.
I groan and turn off the water. I grab my towel, dry off quickly then turn off the alarm. I sigh reaching for my peach scented shea butter. I open the jar and rub it all over my damp skin enhancing the scent of my body wash. After, I put on my black satin panty and bra set. I take off my silk scarf and unwrap my hair. I am a natural girl but I keep my hair straight because it's easier for me to manage. My 3a-3b hair has a wide coil but locs on it's own after a couple of days of being in it's natural state. Plus i'm tender headed so it's better for me to keep it this way but I would never relax my hair. My hair at the root was damp and beginning to puff up. I sectioned off my hair and went to work with my blow dryer. Soon my roots were dry and straight. I touched it up with my flat iron adding a bend to the end of my hair. once my hair was done. I did a natural look with my makeup and used lip gloss instead of lipstick. I smiled happy with my overall look.
I put on a dress slip then my navy blue suit and a white blouse. I put on my navy heeled slingbacks and finally, my Jewelry. I don't have much. Just a pair of gold hoop earrings and a dainty gold necklace with an H pendant that had little roses on vines that wrapped around the stems of the H. It's antique. I found it in my mother's jewelry box after she passed. Tears well up in my eyes but I refuse to let them fall. today was a happy day. A fresh start. I take a breath before looking myself over in the tall standing mirror. I was not what one would call skinny. My thighs touched, my hips were wide and my ass was perfectly rounded. I did have a small fupa. I have put on some weight since I started moving from state to state. I stress ate a lot and wasn't doing my usual workout routines. I started working out again two weeks ago. I'm seeing some progress but I have to sick with it. My suit is fitting a little tight but it's still wearable.
I grab my purse from the island in my kitchen on my way out of my apartment. I lock up and head to the main door of the brownstone. Once i'm outside the spring morning air hits me. There's a light floral scent in the crisp air coming from the bed of roses next door. They were plush, blush color roses that seemed to even have a tint of yellow in it pedals. I smile at their beauty before heading down the stairs and to my car that's parked down the street. My neighborhood is quiet. There's a mix of the elderly and young families. In fact, the woman that lived in my apartment before me, moved to a retirement community. My landlord offered to take down the wall paper and paint the apartment. I waved him off because I was just so happy to find a place so quickly. I honestly regret telling him no now. I love purple but I'm getting sick of the bundled lavender that repeats in the pattern all over my bedroom.
I get in my car, buckle up, check my mirrors then start it. I drive off. The city was beautiful at this time of day. The hustle and bustle of the city was in full swing. The sounds of cars, trucks and busses on the road. People walking with teas and coffees in their hands starting their days, kids chatting excitedly on their way to school and civil servants writing tickets or arguing about tickets they wrote. I find a parking spot about a block and a half away from the Ryan Enterprises building. I thought it was coincidence that the building shared the name with my dream guy. After all, Ryan was just that a dream. A sexy, wonderful, mind blowing dream. This was real life. But it gave me an opportunity to see his name everyday and the thought of that alone put a smile on my face.
I walked into the lobby of the only skyscraper in town. I went to the reception desk where a woman a little bit older than me was sitting. She looked me over as I approached and straightened her posture. "Good morning.", I said with a gentle smile. "How may I help you?", she asked with a straight face. "I'm starting on the 28 floor as an assistant. Maggie Quinn. She might have left my badge here at the desk.", I said. The woman looked me over again and her expression changed from indifference to annoyance. "What's your name?", she asked narrowing her eyes. Before I could answer. "Thank you Margo. I have it from here", I heard Maggie's voice coming from across the cavernous lobby. Margo frowned like she was missing out on some fun. I take it she was about to give me a hard time. I walked over to meet Maggie. "Good morning dear. How was your weekend?", she asked as I got closer. She wrapped an arm around my shoulder and pulling me towards the elevatore bay she had just come from moment earlier. "It was nice. I finally unpacked my last box and I spent some time walking around my neighborhood.", I said. "Well that sounds peaceful.", she said digging in her pocket. "It was.", I said nodding with a small smile.
"This is your access card. There are only four people in the entire building that have access to floors 25-30, the helipad and the private garage. You are one of the four.", she said handing me a blank car with a number 4 on it. "If you should lose your card, make sure you tell me right away so we can have it deactivated and replaced as quickly as possible.", she said as she gestured to a card reader next to the elevator bank. I tapped the card against it. We heard the magnetized locks on the glass door release and Maggie pushed it open. I nodded and walked through, Maggie following behind me. "Our work day starts at 8AM because of Mr. Ryan's overseas interests. For the most part, he handles overseas calls but If he doesn't speak the language, he gets one of us to handle the translation. He has a thing about trust and keeping those he trusts close. It's a great thing that you speak Korean. He is looking into buying property there so he'll be depending on you for that deal.", she said as we waited for the elevator. I nodded understanding. The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Another card reader was inside next to the buttons. I tapped my ID and touched the 28th floor. "Actually, we're going to the 27th. That's where we'll be working. 28, 29 and 30 are the penthouses. There's also a helipad on the roof that is only for us and our clients.", said Maggie pressing the button for the 27th floor. "Please feel free to use to garage as well. It's located on the east side of the building. just use you ID to gain access.", she said. "Oh no. That's okay. It's not that hard to find parking.", I said. "I know but our boss is big on protection and privacy. Not just for himself but for all of us. Eventually, he will convince you to use it.", she said. I nod accepting it. " I'll move my car to the garage during lunch." I said. Maggie nodded as the doors opened. "25 and 26 are for our security team. They have their own entrance to the building but only the head of security has access to this elevator and floor. They, of course, protect the entire building but the head of security is a friend. His name is Paul. So there's a special team that's just for us and we have different procedures than the rest of the building.", said Maggie as she led me off the elevator into the reception area. "This is my desk. I am Mr. Storm's administrative assistant. You are his personal assistant. I handle office work you handle things that are just for him. like dinner reservations, dry cleaning, car maintenance, etc.", said Maggie gesturing to a desk outside the glass enclosure before us. "Your desk is back here.", said Maggie moving to the glass doors next to the desk and opening one of them. "This is our kitchenette. Do you know how to operate one of these?", she asked touching the top of an expensive espresso machine. I look it over before I nod confidently. "Good. Mr. Storm likes his latte with an extra shot of espresso, regular milk, and a dash of nutmeg. Got it?", asked Maggie. "Yes. I like my latte's the same way.", I said smiling confidently. 'At least I know he'll like my lattes.', I thought to myself. "We try to keep some baked good in the office to snack on but there's also fruit and raw veggies here. We keep this area well stocked for the most part.", said Maggie pointing everything out. "Please eat here at the table or in the conference room. I'll show you where the conference room is in a minute. Over there is your desk.", she said gesturing to a nice cherry wood desk set close to the entrance of the office behind it. I could see a man inside on the phone but I keep my attention on Maggie. "You have a planner in the drawer. I took the liberty of writing down a few things that need to be done over the next few days all in the order of urgency. I wrote down some important addresses and number that you'll need to do your job efficiently.", she said. I walk over to my desk and open the top drawer. There was a purple leather planner along with some office supplies. "In the bottom, right drawer is your laptop. You can use it on days we're not going to be in the office. That is your cell phone and expense cards. Whenever we have an event, you can use one of these to purchase what you may need, including clothing and jewelry. It's important that while you work for Mr. Storm, that you keep up your appearance. We deal with people who are... bougie. Maintaining a high end wardrobe is a necessity... unfortunately.", said Maggie obviously not a fan of dressing up. "Well, I don't have a high end wardrobe.", I whispered. "Most don't. Set up an appointment with Mimi. She's our seamstress and very talented. She can get everything you need. Even new intimates.", said Maggie. I nod picking up the cell phone, planner and a pen. Maggie did a come hither motion with fingers while walking out towards the reception area again but she kept walking around the side of the elevator wall and down a hall. "Here is the conference room and back here is our lounge.", she said walking to a door at the end of the hall. The conference room was behind a glass wall to our right. The leather chairs surround a long chestnut table. There was a side table and a large smart board against the far wall. I followed Maggie who opened the door as she arrived at it. I peered in There was a tv against the wall, a daybed opposite of it, a plush bean bag chair and a small coffee table. There was a bookshelf in the corner that held a few throw blankets and some books that look like they've been read more than a few times. "There's a full bathroom in the back. That one is ours. There's another bathroom around the other side of the elevator but it's for client's.", said Maggie. I nod and we step back to the hallway.
"The penthouses' are ours and are used by us, clients and family members. There's a full salon, spa, gym, swimming pool and many other amenities available for our use. please feel free to use them as you see fit.", said Maggie leading us back to the reception area. "Do you have any questions?", asked Maggie. "Not right now but I'm sure something will come up.", I said smiling softly. "Okay. Give Mimi a call about your new wardrobe. Tell her to charge it to our business account.", said Maggie taking a seat behind her desk as the phone began to ring. I nod and go to my desk opening the planner and looking up Mimi's number. I dial it on my new cell. It's the new Samsung that I've been dying for this phone is worth $2,000. I see her number is already stored in the phone as I hear the line ring. "Speak.", said a light bird like voice. "Hi. Is this Mimi?", I asked. "The one and only.", she said in a confident tone. "My name is Evanora Silver. I'm Mr. Storm's new assistant. I need a new wardrobe. I was told you could help me.", I said. "Absolutely. Now is it just a new wardrobe or complete makeover?", she asked. "Just a wardrobe.", I said. "How soon can you come in?", Mimi asked. I look through the planner and see I'm free tomorrow. "Can I come in tomorrow morning?", I asked. "Sure. I open at 8AM.", said Mimi. "Awesome. I'll see you then.", I said. "I'll be here.", said Mimi before ending the call.
I write the appointment into my planner and went to tell Maggie. On my way back to my desk, I finally meet my boss. He walks out of his office staring at a file not looking up at me. "Cynthia is coming in and she's going to be staying on 29. I need you to get the pla..", his voice trails off as he meets my eyes. "Who are you?", he asked. Those eyes! Right one, grey, left one green. "I'm ... I'm Evanora.", I said in a low voice. When I didn't see any recognition on his face, I blushed. "I'm your new personal assistant.", I said. "Maaaggs!", he called out sounding annoyed. She rolled her eyes getting up from her desk to join us at mine. "Yes, Mr. Storm?", she asked sarcastically. "Who is she and why and she here?", asked Mr. Storm. I blush disappointed. I had hoped he would recognize me. 'But why would he? It really was just a dream.' "I'm Evanora Silver. I'm your new personal assistant.", I said with confidence straightening my posture. He looks me over like I had no right to speak. "I don't need an assistant.", he said in a cold tone. "Actually you do. I'm training her to take over for me.", said Maggie. "What are you talking about Maggs?", he asked. "I'm ready to retire, Conner and Annie had the triplets. I'm ready to be home and be Grandma. They're going to need all the help they can get and I want to be there for them.", said Maggie. Mr. Storm frowned but didn't reply. He looks me over again. "How many languages do you speak?", he asked me. "4. Mandarin, Korean, Japanese and Greek.", I responded. He rolls his eyes but I can tell he was impressed. "I have a trip to South Korea coming up. Can you converse about building supplies, numbers and contracts?", he asked sounding less annoyed. "Yes, Mr. Storm.", I said. "What about your passport?", he asked. "I applied for one for her when she interviewed a few weeks back. It should be here any day.", said Maggie. I smiled at her. She winked. Mr. Storm rolled his eyes again and walked back to his office. "Prep the penthouse for Cynthia. She'll be here tonight.", he said before closing his door behind him. I flip through my planner and find Cynthia. I find her personal information, her likes and dislikes, and her must haves. "Don't worry, darlin'. I'll help you set up for her majesty.", said Maggie. I smile gratefully and we head up to 29.
We set up one of the master bedrooms with her favorite scents and toiletries. her kitchenette in her room holds her favorite drinks and snacks and there was a personal chef called in to cook for her. Once we were back in the office I lingered a bit to ask questions. Before I could Maggie started explaining. "Cynthia's family is close with Mr. Storm's family. They grew up together and are now betrothed. She comes once every two months or so to visit.", she said without looking up from the papers on her desk. I'm glad she didn't because my face was bright red. I could feel the burn in my cheeks. 'Betrothed. As in soon to be married.', I said to myself. I could feel my shoulders slump. "Oh ok.", I said trying to hide my disappointment. "I'll go get his suits now.", I said needing air. I went to my desk. I placed my phone and my planner in my bag. I look over to his office. His long black silky hair shrouded his face. I turn and leave.
I make it back to the office shortly after. Maggie left a note on my desk. "Everything is done for the day. Don't forget to check Mr. Storm's calendar before you leave. Put his suits in the closet in his office. It's the tall cabinets behind the right side of his desk. See you tomorrow. Signed Maggie." I put the note back down on my desk and knock on his office door. I don't hear any movement. I open the door slightly. "Hello?", I call out. No answer. I walk in and put his suits in the closet. I hear his bathroom door open. "Those from the cleaners?", he asked brushing passed me to sit in his chair. "Yes, Mr. Storm.", I said hanging the last suit and closing the closet door. "Did you order my dinner?", He asked looking over documents in front of him. ""No sir. I wasn't told to order it.", I said quietly. "Call Jimmy's Bistro. Place Mr. Storm's usual order. They don't deliver so you will have to go pick it up at 6:30PM. Also, I have some shoes that need to be picked up an the Louis Vuitton store on Main street. And I need you to get a gift for Cynthia while you are out.", he said shooting orders at me. "Yes, sir.", I said turning to leave. "Either call me Ryan or Mr. Storm. This isn't the military.", he mumbled not looking up from his work. "Yes, Ryan.", I said staring. His hand clenched a bit and I could have sworn I heard a low growl. I smirk and left. 'That is him! He does know me!', I said to myself triumphantly. 'But wait... that means we have been sharing dreams for years. Why is he acting like he doesn't know me? I guess because the dream thing is weird. It is weird.', I rambled to myself. I turn and walk out.
I get an expensive spa basket for Cynthia, pick up his shoes and his food. The whole time I was out and about I couldn't help think about him. 'I had to have seen his picture somewhere and that's why I'm dreaming about him. Maybe in a magazine or a newspaper.', I reasoned with myself walking back into the office carrying everything. I go to the conference room to set down the bags and the table is set for two. "You're back.", said Ryan from behind me. He reaches out taking the bags out of my hands. He looks in the bags and starts to unload the food. "Do you, want me to put your shoes in the closet in your office?", I asked. "No. Those are coming home with me they might as well stay there. Please, sit.", he said pulling out a chair for me. Ryan puts steak, baked potatoes, broccoli, carrots, and cornbread topped with gravy on two different plates. He cuts up the steak on one of them then sets the plate down in front of me before sitting down in front of the other. "This is a lot of food.", I said. "Eat what you can.", he said in a firm tone. I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Evanora, please, eat.", he insisted. I pick up a fork and begin eating. He looks in the last bag that has the gift for Cynthia in it. "Good choice. Where's yours?", he asked. "Mine?", I asked. "Yeah. You didn't get something for yourself?", he asked. "No.", I said. "I didn't know I was allowed to." Ryan frowns a little. "I would never ask you to pick up a gift for a client and expect you not to get something for yourself.", said Ryan with a serious look on his face. "Keep that. I'll have someone get her something else." I look at him surprised. "I couldn't.", I said. He sat the bag next to my chair. "I insist.", he said in a tone that meant it was the end of the conversation.
'Speaking of Cynthia..', I said in my head. "So, you're engaged. Congratulations.", I said trying to sound nonchalant. No matter how much I dreamt about him or what I felt, fact is I don't know this man. I have no right to be jealous... but I am. "It's not real. She has someone she loves. Our parents are trying to force us together. But we're not interested in each other.", said Ryan. I successfully stifle a smile. "Oh. Why? Why put on a charade?", I ask eating. "To keep our parents at bay for now. But time is running out. They're going to expect us to get married eventually then we'll have to come clean.", said Ryan cutting his steak. "Well, that will be an interesting conversation.", I said. He walks to a wine fridge that's under the side table and pulls out a bottle of wine and picks up two glasses from the shelf. "It definitely will be.", he said going back to his seat. "What about you? Are you single?", he asked opening the bottle and pouring a glass for me. "I am.", said taking the glass. "That's obviously by choice.", he mumbled. "It is, in fact. I just don't have time for romance right now.", I said pushing my food around on my plate. Ryan eyes me. When he was in my dreams, I never told him about Thomas. So, even if the dreams were real, and we really did spend the last 7 years dreaming of each other, he wouldn't know my high school boyfriend is stalking me. I look away and start to eat again. He smirks looking at me. "What?", I asked. "I'll tell you later.", he said and started eating again.