that Xavier can stay hidden from me, then you really haven’t been paying attention.”
“I don’t have to hear any more. You’ve done more than enough to make your case. I was just trying to give you any easy way to bow out gracefully, but apparently you are dead set on making this happen. I do admire your fortitude and moxie, but I’m not even sure that’s going to be enough. Prove me wrong again. I don’t expect anything different.” He was the type of editor that was a little lax with authority. He allowed me to write my own stories and, after the first time, he realized that I was better at editing my own stuff than he was.
“I’ve never let you down and I don’t plan to start today.” I’d only pitched this story idea on the premise that I could find a way to weasel myself into Xavier’s life. I’d heard through the grapevine that he was coming here to New York for negotiations concerning an advertising project. My source could get me in the front door, but after that it was going to be up to me. I even knew where he was staying. I could easily stop by unannounced and catch him with his pants down. “This guy has no idea what he’s up against. Everybody sees me and they think that I am a pushover, until I get them to spill their guts to the entire world.”
I lifted my frame from the chair but then I stopped at the door. This was to give Jackson a little bit of a thrill, I bent down and let that black leather skirt ride up just a little bit to show a peek of my ass cheeks. I had a lot to offer the right man and a little cushion for the pushing was my claim to fame.
My brothers were always constantly fielding boyfriends and trying to keep them from getting their hands down my pants. It took a lot of ingenuity to even lose my virginity at the age of eighteen in college. Thankfully, I went away and was able to finally find out what all the fuss was about. After that, I couldn’t keep my legs closed, but it was like I was trying to find the perfect fit in a world of irregular sizes.
I stepped out from the office, hearing a sigh coming from behind me and smiling to know that I was giving Jackson a reason to go home early and give his wife a good old fashioned nooner. She wouldn’t even see him coming; he would take her breath away and grab her, using the image of my ass to fuel the fire.
“I don’t even have to ask. You have that man wrapped around your little finger. Anything that you want, you get, but it’s only because you know what you’re doing. Anyway, I have my own stories and I don’t need yours. I always come up with a great angle.” Joshua was my biggest competition in this paper. He had a knack for playing to his strength of being a man’s kind of man. He had the gift of conversation, but that was not something that I was worried about. I used the tools of female persuasion and a sweet smile and disposition to break through their defenses.
“I think you know by now that I would never give up a story that I pitched to somebody else. That is just not who I am. It’s not the way that I was raised. I know that this is the white whale and that everybody has been trying to find a way to crack this story. He pretty much keeps his personal life to himself – it’s been ten years and nobody has been able to come even close to getting the real story behind the man. It’s going to be my determination that’s going to finally make him understand that there is no running away.”
I walked away and I knew that Joshua was undressing me with his eyes. I had to admit that he wouldn’t have to imagine too much. There was one Christmas party that we had gotten together. It was mostly due to an indulgence in liquor and trying to drown my sorrows with meaningless sex to get my mind off the fact that I wasn’t going to be able to get home for Christmas. I had a story and the only way that I was going to get it was to ambush my subject at his home on Christmas Eve in Vermont. That was thousands