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They continued to talk for several hours until finally Marina had to say goodnight, but they agreed to meet online once more on Sunday night. Marina grumbled when she realized she only had three hours before she had to be up work. She was going to be useless tomorrow.
At least tomorrow is Friday and I'll be able to sleep in on the weekend, she reassured herself.
As soon as she arrived in the officer, her father was yelling for her.
“Marinnnnaaaa!!!" he bellowed.
“Yes, Papa,” she replied.
“You’re late!” he informed her.
“Five minutes Papa,” she said in an exasperated tone. “But I am here. What do you need?”
“Lindsay is out sick." he replied. "Can you answer the phones today? Oh, and I need the proposal for the Ericson building. I have a meeting at ten o’clock, and I need to go over the cost analysis.”
Marina walked over to her desk and opened the top drawer.
“I knew you would want to look at them again so I printed them out before I left last night,” she replied, while passing the small stack of papers to her father.
"Good girl Marina!" he laughed. "Always taking care of your Papa. Your mother would be proud! I know your Momma is looking down on you, and she is so proud of the woman you have become – even if you were five minutes late.”
Her mother had passed away due to an aneurysm in her brain. The blood vessels had burst, and she passed away one night in her sleep; that was ten years ago. Marina and her father had been devastated.
“I have work to do," Marina informed her father, "so go review your reports.”
Marina didn’t like to cry here at work. Sometimes she became heavily emotional while thinking about her mother, and she felt it was good for her father if she remained strong.
“I’ll show the Ericson crew into the conference room, and buzz you when they arrive,” she concluded.
As soon as her father walked away, her best friend Lauren walked up and handed her a cup of coffee, just the way she liked it; light brown and super sweet. Lauren was also a Werebear, and she was Marina’s best friend. They had been best-beasties since third grade, when Lauren’s family moved into their territory.
“Soooo, why were you late?” Lauren asked in a teasing tone.
Marina told Lauren all about her late night conversation with "RoarinMike605", and how they planned to meet up and chat on Sunday. Marina also shared how she had given Mike a fake name. Technically, her name was Nicole, but it was a middle name; Marina Nicole Richardson. Lauren understood her reasoning for not revealing her true identity. The last thing they all needed was a jerk running the territory after Marina’s father retired.
After about 15 minutes of gossiping, the two women parted to resume their work. Before leaving, the two women agreed to get lunch together and talk more about Marina’s long night.
Joe walked in to Richardson Construction at 9:45 AM. He had a thing about being early. He felt that being early made it seem as though he was in control; and he liked control. Joe needed control. Without his fetish for control, Joe's business and life in general would not have been successful. He was a millionaire because he worked hard, and put in the time. He had resolved not end up back where he started out in life; only forward momentum was permitted in his mind. Moving further into the room he noticed the receptionist was engrossed in her computer screen and worrying away at her bottom lip. From what he could see of her she was beautiful.
Hmm...Large full breasts, plump juicy lips, and hair with brown, shiny waves, he thought. I would do anything to run my fingers through... Shit! Where did that thought come from?
Joe's libido had challenged his consciousness's control. His next thought was of how good it would feel to bite those juicy lips while taking her mouth; around that time, he cleared his throat, and blinked with an intention to recenter himself. Joe didn’t know what had come over him.
At 9:50 a.m. Marina was scrolling through her inbox when a cleared throat made her jump and look up. She had forgotten she was on receptionist duty again. When she looked up, she was met with dark blue eyes looking back at her. Those blue eyes were the color of a stormy night and they looked like they held a thousand secrets. When she finally took in his entire face, she found a gorgeous man was looking back at her; his lips twisted into a strange combination of smirk and smile.
“I’m so sorry. Welcome to Richardson Construction. How can I help you?” Marina asked.
“Joe Ericson." he responded confidently. "I have a ten o’clock appointment with Mr. Richardson”
“Yes, Mr. Ericson, he is expecting you." she replied. "My name is Marina, and I am the accounts manager here. Right this way. I will show you into the conference room. My father will be with you shortly."
Father? Joe thought. This beautiful woman was Old Man Richardson’s daughter.
Shit! His inner monologue continued, I can't be going hard over Old Man Richardson’s daughter. She doesn't look anything like her father. Must take after her mother. Yea, her mother must be a real looker.
Following Marina to the conference room he noticed the way her ass swayed when she walked. He went hard just thinking about what he could do with that ass. He was almost caught staring when they arrived at the conference room, and Marina turned to look at him.
