“And this,” I say, once I’ve introduced myself, “is Christina Dominguez, the true mastermind behind what you see heretoday.”
Christina looks like all her mental energy is focused on reminding herself to breathe. I knew Epsilon was her dream firm, but seeing her freeze up like this when she’s been so on the ball all day makes me realize just how much it must mean toher.
There’s a pause and then Robyn offers her hand toChristina.
“It’s great to meet you both. I’m all ready to be wow-ed.”
At that, Christina seems to come back to life, and we power through the best run of our presentation yet. Robyn stands there tapping her chin through the whole thing, and at the end poses a few tough questions about potential challenges our campaign might face. Christina answers them as smoothly as if she’d had her replies memorized, and after playing around on the laptop for a bit, Robyn looks up at us with asmile.
“If you worked at Epsilon you’d know I don’t easily give praise, but this is good. I’m the one who pushed for us to send a rep here this year, and I’ve seen a lot of talent so far today, but I’ll be honest and say this tops my list so far. Do you mind if I take a fewphotos?”
“Not at all,” Christina and I answer at almost the exact sametime.
Robyn whips out a top of the line cell phone and shakes hands with us one more time before she leaves, giving us both her card and taking copies ofours.
I turn to Christina, expecting some kind of high five or hug, but instead I’m met with two fists colliding with my chest and drilling into me like I’m a punchingbag.
“Hey!” I shout. “What did I do to deservethis?”
She keeps jabbing at me as she answers, “Nothing. You were great. I’m just really happy right now and I needed to punchsomething.”
I grab her wrists and lift them away from me. “You have a messed up way of expressing joy,Dominguez.”
She beams at me and my grip slides from her wrists to hershoulders.
“What would you prefer?” she asks. “Something likethis?”
She stretches up to press her lips tomine.
* * *
“Now thisishow I prefer you express your happiness.Fuck.”
The air in my car has already steamed up, condensation collecting on the windows as Christina works her mouth up and down my cock in the back seat. My head thumps against the glass and if this isn’t what heaven feels like, it’s not a place I care togo.
She slides down even deeper, gagging a bit when I hit the back of her throat, and a hiss escapes my lips as I try to keep myself from coming right then andthere.
“We should tour every college showcase in the country if they’re going to end likethis.”
The parking lot is only half empty and all our supplies are piled on the pavement next to the car, but the second I unlocked the doors, Christina pushed me onto the backseat and got down tobusiness.
Just when I think I can’t take it anymore and open my mouth to warn her, she lifts her head up and I groan as the heat of herdisappears.
“Want to go somewhere?” she asks, her eyes dark and glittering withdesire.
“Anywhere,” I answer, not bothering to hide the desperation in myvoice.
“Like, with abed?”
“Did you have a particular bed inmind?”
She shifts around, doing up the few buttons of her blouse that I managed to getopen.
“Your place?” she asks with a seductive tilt of herhead.
I feel myself tense up. I haven’t brought a girl home since Tiff’s...Well, not since Tiff.Period.
I’ve hardly let anyone come over since then. My apartment has become a sanctuary, a place where I can drop the facade I’ve put up to get me through the day. I feel safest there, but I also feel most vulnerable. It’s like a bank vault where I’ve locked up everything I value most, and I don’t know how much will get stolen if I open up the door for someoneelse.
