Have a Nice Day, Beautiful

"You're quite welcome." He reached into the inside pocket of his suit coat for his wallet, opened it, and removed a business card, handing it to her. He turned to walk away and then turned back, "How is your neighbor... ah, Mrs. ..."

"Hamilton."

"Yes, Mrs. Hamilton."

"She's fine. I'll tell her you asked about her."

"Thank you. I'll call the office in a day or two."

***

By midnight, Gail was at home. In a panic, the first thing she did was look through her small evening bag fearing she had misplaced Harmon Bayer's card. Then she found it mixed with her own cards and breathed a sigh of relief that she hadn't accidently given it out without knowing it was not one of her own.

Robert Trujillo had not been too difficult to manage for the remainder of the evening. In fact, he seemed quite willing to get her back to her apartment building quickly, and might have let her out of the car at the front door if she had insisted. However, Gail feared her ankle was too sore to hobble across the lower floor and into the elevator, up three floors and then down the hall to her apartment. Instead, she asked Robert to help her, which he did, but he waved and left her quickly, at her door with her key in her hand.

Gail smiled and almost laughed aloud at the memory of him flirting with another young woman at the company table, seated on his other hand. She was a guest at the table, accompanying one of the older executives, remarking that she was the man's daughter, although Gail knew the man's daughters and none of them were that pretty, or that flirtatious with their father.

All evening, every time Gail's neck got tired from turning to look at her boss as he gave his talk, she turned her head to look straight ahead. Each time her eyes landed on Harmon sitting several tables away. Just as frequently as she had looked at him, she noticed his attention directed at the occupants of her table.

The second thing she did when she got home was kick off her shoes and limp into the kitchen for a drink of water. She was carrying her bottle of water through the living room when she heard a soft knock on her front door.

"Hello, beautiful."

Gail took a limping step back, she just looked at the man standing outside her door. She watched, open-mouthed, as he walked inside her apartment, took the door from her unresisting hand, and closed it behind him.

"I owe you this," Harmon said when he leaned over, slipped his arm behind her knees, and picked Gail up. As if Gail knew what to do, she put her arm around his neck and held on as he walked across the room and fell onto the couch, still holding her.

"Now, where were we?" Harmon asked and then answered his own question. "Oh yeah," He leaned over slipped his hand under the calf of her leg and lifted her foot to look at her ankle. "It looks better than last time." He took a long look at her leg that appeared when the thigh high slit in her dress separated and he seemed to enjoy the sight because it took him a little while to turn his attention back to Gail.

Feeling like she was mute, Gail finally found the wits to say something, "What ... why ... oh my, I don't even know what to ask."

"Yeah," Harmon said, and then added, "How about we don't talk."

As if Gail had agreed, he put his hands on her cheeks pulled her head toward him and kissed her.

"Yeah, that's a lot better than talking," he chuckled and kissed her again as he leaned against the back of the couch and deepened the kiss.

By the time Gail could finally think, Harmon had broken the kiss and pushed her head over onto his shoulder. "For the last six months I've regretted I didn't do that when I picked you up. I was halfway across the Gulf before I realized I didn't even know your name. I was afraid you might have moved and I couldn't remember if your neighbor was Mrs. Hamilton, or Mrs. Something-Else. I just remembered it was a President's name.

"Harmon, right?" When he nodded, Gail continued, "Harmon, how did you, why are you here? I mean, why are you here tonight?"

"You have a message for me."

"Oh, well, I sort of delivered it. My boss, Gerald Gordon, wants to talk to you. He said you were in his afternoon session. He failed to catch you before you left."

"Okay. The woman, Jean, the one who was pulling me around tonight, she's the daughter of the owner of the company where I work now. She's a little, make that a lot, possessive. She knows I'm sort of looking for another job and thinks she can screw with my efforts. I'm not sure that she hasn't already done that."

"Is she a personal or business ..." Gail stopped talking in mid-sentence, realizing she should not be asking a personal question.

Harmon laughed, but tried to explain. The owner of the company was no longer healthy, he'd been turning things over to subordinates, and the company was not doing well financially. Jean had begun to act as if she could worm her way into a seat on the board of directors just because she was her father's daughter. She had hopes of eventually taking over. She didn't have a business head and was well known for making impulsive decisions. Harmon feared the company might implode with her in charge. Before that happened and took him down with it, he was ready to move on. He was afraid that Jean had detected his interest in Gerald Gordon and insisted they leave the meeting as quickly as possible so she could check on her father. He knew it was a ruse, and he planned to call Gerald in a few days to see what openings he had available for someone with Harmon's skills and credentials.

As he talked, Harmon noticed the expression on Gail's face. "You know something, don't you?"

"I may know something, but I don't speak about those things."

"That's fine." Harmon acknowledged her sense of company loyalty, and then he surprised Gail, "Who was your companion tonight? I got the impression you wanted to avoid him like the plague. I'm not stepping on his toes, am I?"

"Robert or Roberto Trujillo, he's an administrative assistant in one of the departments. No, you're not stepping on his toes, and you are correct I do not care for the man. "

Harmon grinned, "Are there any other men I need to take you away from?"

Gail shook her head and turned to him, "Are you ... do you ..." Gail stopped speaking for a moment and started all over. "How many days will you be in town? I'm familiar with Mr. Gordon's appointment calendar. I could probably work you in sometime tomorrow after lunch."

"Darn," Harmon exclaimed. "I need to be at the port for a helo ride at nine in the morning. I have an offshore inspection to do so I can get back to make my connecting flight about dark."

Struggling for a moment to stand up, Gail asked, "Would you like me to call Mr. Gordon now? I know it's late, but he's probably just getting home, if he's even left the banquet hall. He planned to talk to a few people after the dinner."

"Would you do that? He wouldn't mind?"

"No, I'm sure he wouldn't. Give me a minute."

Gail limped across the room, picked up her evening bag, and retrieved her cell phone. Harmon's luck was holding. Gerald Gordon was just driving out of the banquet hall's parking garage. After Gail offered the use of her apartment, promising an explanation when he arrived, her boss agreed to come by on his way home. He really was anxious to talk to Harmon Bayer.

Before the pot of coffee had finished brewing, Harmon was opening the front door of Gail's apartment for Gordon. Gerald looked around Gail's apartment for a moment and complimented her on the decorations. However, he seemed at a loss for other words until Harmon and Gail began to laugh while they explained their first meeting. Gordon's face cleared as he remembered the few days Gail was unable to do much more than hobble around the office. He finally announced her injury was a "propitious occasion" and then laughed at his own pomposity.

Gail made herself scarce while the men sat at her kitchen table and talked. Feeling as if she would be intruding if she stayed too close, Gail disappeared into her bedroom, changed her clothes, and stretched out on her bed with her foot elevated, the television on to generate some background noise.

***

"You should have kept the red dress on. I imagined letting it fall down to your feet so I could find out if you really were naked underneath."

Gail wasn't really asleep, but very nearly so. She was a little cool, just too relaxed to crawl under the covers or find something to cover herself. She heard the words, drawled in her ear and then Harmon's lips moving across hers.

"How's the ankle?"

"Not too bad," she mumbled. "Throbbing a little."

"I understand throbbing," Harmon said as he was pulling her shirt up, planting a few gentle kisses on Gail's belly.

"Harmon?" Gail was still coming out of her relaxed state. "Did Mr. Gordon ..."

"He went home. The door is locked, the lights are off, and you have too damn many clothes on."

Gail didn't resist him pulling her t-shirt up a little higher, "Harmon, I don't do one-night ..."

He interrupted her. His voice was urgent, pleading, and intense. "Who the hell said anything about one night? It's going to take me a lot longer than that to satisfy six month's of thinking about what you taste like."

Harmon took a deep breath, watching Gail's eyes, wishing he hadn't been so insistent and caused fear to show on her face.

"Look, Gail, for almost a year I made a rushed trip to this town. The next morning I watched this beautiful woman walk into my park and eat her breakfast." He laughed at himself a moment. "I wanted to talk to her, ask her to have dinner with me, but those were the days I didn't know if I would be back onshore in the evening hoping I'd get to the airport for my flight out of here. I didn't know if I'd be gone three days or even three months. Cell phones don't work worth crap offshore. I'm not going to ask a woman to call me so I can get acquainted over an open ship-to-shore call where God only knows who is listening."

Falling onto his back, Harmon raised both arms and grabbed handfuls of his own hair. "Dammit, the only time I got to say something to you, I was in such a rush to get back and not miss my helicopter flight for a surprise inspection that I didn't even get your name." He growled deep in his throat and turned back to Gail, raising himself up on one elbow.

"When I was in Venezuela I was going to try to find your neighbor's phone number. Do you have any idea how many people in this town have the same last name as one of the Presidents? You said her name one time and the rest of the time you said, 'Yes, ma'am.' I prayed you hadn't moved.

"I came by here last night, but neither one of you were home. The rest of my time's been spent baby sitting my boss's freaking daughter."

As if he had expended all the angst in his system, Harmon lowered his head and kissed Gail. She wasn't rejecting him. She was surprised and still trying to absorb everything he was telling her. He raised his head a few moments later. "I'm sorry, Beautiful. I didn't mean to blurt out all of that at one time."

"You ... you were in Venezuela?" Harmon nodded, encouraging Gail to say, "That's why you haven't been in the park."

Harmon grinned, "Oh, you looked for me huh?"

Gail blushed and turned her head, embarrassed about her admission, "Yes, I never knew when you might be there. I thought maybe you had gone on a different schedule, so I took my walk at different times."

"Ah ha," Harmon said as he nuzzled her neck. "So I'm not the only one who was interested."

Trying for a note of nonchalance, which failed miserably, Gail admitted, "Well, I really wanted to thank you for helping me when I fell."

The next time Harmon stopped kissing her, Gail explained about the day she thought she saw him in a downtown office building. He said it could have been him, but it was one of the times he made a trip to town to deliver some confidential reports and caught a flight back to his office later in the day. Each time he had been in town he had make a quick trip to the park, but didn't see Gail. He said the various cab drivers must have thought he was crazy or couldn't tolerate going home without at least one look at the water.

Gail shuddered, but asked her question anyway, "Are you going to accept a position with Gerald Gordon's company?"

"Probably."

Dismissing a moment's thought about the conversation she'd had with Robert Trujillo as they were leaving the parking lot in front of her apartment building, Gail turned her head to Harmon and kissed him. "You're dressed much too formally for spending a night in my bed, Harmon."

Sliding one arm under Gail, Harmon pulled her over on top of him and began to kiss her with a hunger he had managed to restrain until that point. When he could finally stop himself, he was breathing hard and Gail was panting.

Holding her tight against his chest, Harmon took deep breaths, "Oh Beautiful, I can't believe I'm finally able to hold you. Gail, do you understand how badly I want you?"

Gail nodded her head against him and spoke quietly, "Yes." She took a deep breath, "Harmon, you don't know how many times I dreamed I heard your voice telling me to have a nice day."

"I just hope your dreams were half as good as mine were." He sat up and started pulling her shirt over her head, "Help me here, so I can show you what I dreamed about."

The next two minutes were not pretty, nor were they romantic. An onlooker might have thought it was a contest. He was jerking her shirt halfway over her head while she was opening the top few buttons on his shirt. He slid off the bed, grasped the sides of his shirt, and jerked them apart. While the buttons pinged around the room and the bottom of the shirt ripped, she finished removing her shirt and struggled with the clasp at the back of her bra.

He took one of his hands away from opening the snap at the waist of her jeans to remove one arm from his tattered shirt while she unbuckled his belt. He managed to get the zipper at the front of her jeans half way down before he took his other hand away to pull his shirt off and throw it across the room. He completed lowering the metal tab of the zipper on her jeans while she managed to do the same to the front opening of his suit pants.

She struggled to get one of her legs out of her jeans and panties, turning them wrong side out in the process, while he jerked his slacks and boxer shorts down below his knees. He put his hands under her thighs and lifted her hips off the bed. He bent over and swiped his tongue between the lips of her labia, while she got her shoulders off the bed by jamming her elbows down to raise herself.

"AAAGGGHHH" He roared as he slammed his rigid cock into her.

"OOOHHH" Erupted from her when she fell back down on the bed.

"OH MY GOD" Burst from both of them at the same time.

The contest was over. Except for heavy panting, the room was quiet. The contestants were in awe.

Harmon raised her arms around his neck, put his arms under her back, and lifted her to move her a few feet farther across the bed. He pulled his cock almost all the way out of her and slammed back as deep as he could go at the same time that she lifted her hips to take him deep into her wetness.

"Harmon," groaned Gail.

"Beautiful," growled Harmon.

He pulled back and slid into her again, and then continued as he leaned over to rest his hands on the bed beside her shoulders. He watched her face while she pulled him to her for a long breath-stealing kiss. Harmon moved his hips from side to side, as he moved slowly in and out of her heat, trying to touch every centimeter inside her, relishing the look on her face as she tilted her chin up and closed her eyes.

From the moment he had walked into her apartment, he was exactly where he wanted to be. His erection had subsided somewhat while he talked to the man who offered him employment and a generous compensation package. While he was telling Gerald Gordon good night and locking the door, Harmon's erection was returning, growing when he found Gail on her bed.

He groaned, strained, and held his breath. He wanted this to last, the feeling of her slick velvet folding around his cock was unimaginable, and he didn't want it to end.

Suddenly he was surprised when Gail started trembling in the midst of a body-shaking orgasm, the pulsing and squeezing around his cock sending the first burst of his semen shooting into her. He slammed into her and did not want to move, despite the need to pump into her a few more times, as her muscles throbbed around his cock.

Braced on his trembling arms, Harmon felt Gail's stomach muscles contracting against his own as he was lowering his weight to press against her. He did not move until the near strangle hold of her arms around his neck began to relax. Only then did he roll to the side, his now expended cock softening inside her as he pulled her into his arms.

He held her through the last few moments of her trembling and began to relax his arms when Gail pushed against him to get a breath of fresh air. Yet, he would not allow her to roll away from him.

"I going to hold you until you make me let go."

"Where did that come from?" Gail questioned, surprised at her own need for this man.

"I'm not sure," Harmon admitted. "But I know my hunger isn't satisfied." He took a few deep breaths, kissed her quickly, and admitted, "It's a good thing I talked to Gerald tonight. I probably won't have a job when I get back to the hotel tonight." Then he was chuckling, followed by laughter.

"What's so funny?" Gail's head was finally clearing enough to think sensibly.

"There are probably fifty messages on my phone from Miss Jean Elizabeth Beasley and I don't really care." Harmon turned to Gail and brushed the hair from her face, "Gordon said if I could spend an extra day or two in town, you would find me temporary office space. What do you think he'd say if we were both very late for work in the morning?"

"Oh shit," Gail exclaimed as she struggled to sit up. "What time is it? I have to be at work before seven. Reports from the field have been coming in all night. I have to get them ready for a nine o'clock board meeting."

After a glance at the clock on one side of the bed, Gail landed back on the bed and groaned, "Harmon, I cannot work a full day with only three hours of sleep."

"The best thing to do is not go to sleep at all. You can last longer if you don't allow your brain to shut down." He stood beside the bed and pulled her over, getting her on her feet. "Come on, I'll wash your back."

As they soaped and washed each other's backs, Gail had to convince Harmon she didn't dare go back to bed, although she did spend a few minutes wrapped in his arms, being kissed more thoroughly than he had kissed her before. After a good laugh about his ripped shirt, he said he needed to change clothes, pack his bag, and check out of the hotel before Jean could discover he had left. He might miss the nine o'clock helicopter flight, he needed to call the company owner and explain why he was going to leave B&B Engineers.

***

After a walk around the offices of Gordon & Associates, meeting some of the people he and Gerald Gordon had discussed the previous evening, Harmon managed to spend almost an hour in one of the meeting rooms before Jean Beasley's telephone call found him. She made a few nasty threats to which Harmon replied that he had spoken with the head of personnel and was taking a few days off while he thought about whether he wanted to remain an employee of B&B Engineers.

Jean was surprised to learn he had also called her father, who was as much his friend as he was an employer. Minutes after speaking to Jean, Tipton Beasley, her father, was talking to Harmon, again. Neither of the two men was blind to Jean's mechanization. However, they both agreed that it would be better for Harmon and the company if he returned to his office at B&B Engineers as soon as he could and finish the reports on several inspections he had made.