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Extra Help

By Javin Strome

Copyright@2018 by Javin Strome

Smashwords Edition

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental.

It is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters are represented as 18 or over.

Mandy was built for hectic times, and this was a hectic time but somehow her programming was failing, or maybe she was too tired, or maybe she had just met her match. She could feel the back of her head throbbing like it was going to come off. She had just recovered from a migraine that almost got her blind. Yet there was someone in front of her asking her how far she had come.

“Look around you, Pete. Does it look like I am making progress?” she asked.

The man called Pete looked around him. There were tents in the garden but they were in such a shoddy position it was hard to tell whether they were here to work or to play. She closed her eyes, as if by closing them she would be making anything better. Pete shook his head and walked away. He knew how she usually got when frustrated and he could tell that she was getting frustrated by the minute.

Mandy walked toward the tents. The people who were supposed to be setting them right were just arriving. They were time pressed and she needed to hear that they would do it in the next thirty minutes or so.

“Please tell me you can do this fast,” she said. Mandy was past shouting at them. It would not be the first time she worked with them and she knew that shouting was not going to help them work faster.

“Fifteen minutes. The landscape is nice,” one of them said.

“Are you sure? I am bringing the florist in the next thirty minutes and I need her to start work immediately,” Mandy said. The men agreed that they would have been done and gone by then.

She was not really worried about the kind of work they were going to do. What she was most worried about was that the florist was not picking her calls. This was the worst day ever.

She called the woman again and stomped her foot on the ground. The woman was still not picking up. What the hell was she thinking? She was supposed to be here an hour ago. Yet she was nowhere to be seen. This was the kind of unreliability Mandy never wanted to deal with. The worst part was that she had been warned. Her sister had told her that dealing with Chloe was going to put her in a lot of trouble. Chloe was just never reliable. But Mandy had some faith in Chloe.

She paced, cursed and felt like she was going to cry. This was not how the day was supposed to turn out. Mandy was an event organizer. Her company had started a few months ago and she was doing pretty well. Today was, however, not any other day. This was her biggest project, she was going to handle more than a hundred and fifty people and she wanted everything to look right.

The flowers had been delivered but she needed Chloe to arrange them. While Chloe was unreliable, her work was something else. Mandy looked at the flowers, they looked like they were mocking her, making her angrier every minute. Until someone walked up to her and touched her shoulder. She was not sure who he was and was wondering what he was doing there. Guests were not allowed into the venue just yet.

“Who are you and what are you doing here?” she asked. The man raised an eyebrow but did not say anything.

“I asked you a question.”

“I am Jack, how are you?” he asked. He was so calm and collected that the woman felt guilty for snapping at him. This was not how she was supposed to treat the guests. The man must have probably wandered off.

“I am clearly not fine. I am supposed to organize this event, but everything seems to be going to hell. I can’t seem to find my decorator, and she is not picking my calls,” Mandy said.

“Fire her.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said fire her. If she is not here in the next five minutes, fire her because I will be done with decorating the place,” he said.

Mandy looked at the man and laughed. It was not the time to laugh but she had to. How would a man know which flowers were supposed to go where?

“You don’t think a man can decorate this place up?” he said, waving his hand.

Mandy shook her head and turned away from him. He was a nice guy and all but he was wasting her time she needed to find Chloe as soon as possible. This time she was not even going to pay her. This was not acceptable.

Jack suddenly moved toward the flowers and got to working. Mandy had the thought to scream at him, maybe even call security so he could be thrown out, but she saw how he was handling the flowers. Her brain told her to watch what he was doing. He had, after all, promised that he was good at this.

Jack worked fast. He knew that he was going to have to prove the woman’s bias wrong. He knew his work. It would not be the first time he had arranged flowers.

“Your flower selection is shit. What kind of theme is this anyway?” he asked as Mandy got closer.

“The kind that will get me calling security on you if you trash talk anymore.”

“Do you want me to stop?” Jack asked.

“No, go on. You are doing a great job,” Mandy said, agreeing that the man knew his job.

Chloe walked in as Jack set his final flower. He had a rose in his hand. He walked toward Chloe and winked at her. “You are fired,” he said before turning to Mandy. Just then, the first guests started arriving. Mandy looked at her friends, then she looked at the guests.

“I can’t work like this anymore. If Jack was not here, these guests would have found a mess. How would we have handled that?”

“You could have told them to wait thirty minutes,” Chloe said. She knew she was losing the job.

“I am sorry but I am not paid to keep people waiting. You and I are not working together anymore,” the woman said and shook her head. Chloe had no choice but to leave. Mandy turned to Jack.

“I owe you the money I was supposed to pay Chloe,” she said.

“How about we switch it up for something more different, and maybe you can tell me a little about you?” he asked.

“Well, I would love to, but right now is not the right time,” the woman said. She knew what he would say next.

“Good thing I am here as a guest, maybe then I can leave with you when the day comes to an end,” the man said and smiled.

The wedding took place undisturbed. People were impressed by the flowers and the whole arrangements.

“Guess I should hire you to me my decorator,” Mandy said when the wedding was coming to an end. She was going to remain behind and make sure that everything was returned as it was supposed to be. Jack decided to stay behind and help. He really was interested in the woman.

“Well, I am not really up for hire,” he said and laughed.

“Nothing I can do to convince you?” she asked.

“There is, pay me seven figures and I might consider,” Jack said.

“Who the hell are you?” Mandy asked and Jack handed her his card.

Her eyes flew open. The man did not look like anything she would have expected. He was a famous flower doctor, or at least that was what the magazines called him. He was the man responsible at decorating most expensive events. It was alleged that he was the best in the world.

“Don’t get too surprised,” he said and smiled.

“That is why you are so good with flowers. You are the fricking flower doctor!” Mandy said.

They were just about to finish and she hurried along. She needed to hear from this man as much as possible. But Jack had other ideas. He had been thinking of her all day long. Ever since he saw her standing there, stranded and unable to arrange the flowers. He knew he was going to have her that night.

She did not object to his suggestion to dinner. It was a small affair; they did not even stay more than thirty minutes before they headed to his hotel room. Mandy was floored by the thought that she was going to be spending the night with such an important person. That and the fact that she had been attracted to him way before she even realized who he was.

“Tonight is going to be the best night for both of us,” Jack said wrapping his arm around her slender waist.

“Are you sure about that?” she asked. She was so beautiful, so young and pure; she looked so delicious he could only imagine what she was like in bed.

When he kissed her, Mandy moaned slightly as she took the lips like they contained some life form. The two kissed long and hard, both subjecting themselves to the pleasure that was already building up. Mandy was happy that it was happening. Her dream for a marathon was already coming to life. Their kiss lasted for a few minutes as their hands roamed along their bodies, trying to take in everything at the same time. Mandy was happy and excited at the same time, on would think it was her first time being with a man,

Jack lifted her up and carried her on his arms to her bed where he stripped her slowly. She did the same for him, each exchange a kiss every now and then until both were completely naked. There was no turning back this time. He was hard already, unapologetically monstrous and capable of giving her the time she wanted. Jack had shown her his gift and now he was going to show her that he could use it with a lot of effectiveness. And he was not in the business of letting her admire him first. The admiration had come earlier as he undressed.

He wanted some action. He wanted to take her into a world she had not been to for some time. And when he took her, she moved her hips to adjust to his size. She was good at this, Jack realized. The way she was taking him was as if she had seen him before and was mentally prepared for him. There was nothing but truth in that; she had been prepared for too long.

“I like the way you handle yourself, baby,” he said and smiled at her as he pushed himself into her.

Jack pushed on, making her eyes roll with delight. She had missed this, Mandy mused as she accepted him. He then withdrew and pushed further again until she fully accepted him. She was impressed by how he handled her. He had actually managed to make her breath run short. Jack waited until she was well relaxed before he started to move.

He made love to her steadily at first, listening to her whimper as he touched all the right places. Her hands moved along her body so that she was not sure where to concentrate on. He was taking her into a world only he could ever take her. She had forgotten everything. Jack finally started to pick pace, moving faster and faster as her body moved back and forth like a dish rag. He submitted himself to her with pure abandonment until her orgasm hit and she shattered and screamed. Jack did not stop. His orgasm was right on him and he worked faster and harder until her felt himself shooting forth and at the same time she clenched from another orgasm before finally slowed down to a stop.

He collapsed on top of her but she pushed him to the side. The night for her was just beginning. She was no longer tired, if anything her son’s best friend had brought more energy with him. She smiled and closed her eyes as euphoria covered her like a cloud.

The End

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