Free His Want by Ana Fawkes

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    Standing at a small oval table , pretending to page through a magazine that was six months outdated, I sealed my fate.  My fate that I would indeed be late for the third straight day in a row.  My fate that I would have the chance to see him again as he entered the building.  I wanted to weigh the pros and cons but there’s something we often leave out when making an important decision in life. 
    What we want.
    That’s the only decision that matters.
    What we want.
    The elevators packed and went up, taking people into a normal work day.  Cups of warm coffee, folders with papers, the sounds of phones ringing, the bubbling of the water cooler resembling a desperate, lifeless pulse of a dying office, along with the chatter of sales pitches, concerns, and the occasional gossiping backstabbing.  That was what they all went upstairs to handle.
    But not me.
    I stood and I waited with my purse and work bag weighing my shoulder down.
    I should have lifted the magazine off the table and made it look more believable that I was captivated in an article that had no relevance to today.  Honestly, I was flustered that morning and in that moment, I considered myself lucky to be standing, let alone actually formulating some kind of plan. 
    It all felt like a dream, and parts of it were things I had dreamed before. 
    I couldn’t stop thinking about him and my need to see him.  Even a passing glimpse would be enough to hold me over for a few hours, maybe a day. 
    What is it in our hearts, minds, and bodies that make us just know something?  I just knew something about him even though I knew nothing about him.  Sure, he had money, he had power, he oozed luxury, he had an aura of command.  After that, he was a blank sheet of paper.  Maybe something inside me had a vision that would come true.
    Or maybe, just maybe, I was the one who had been chosen and my heart, mind, and body started to figure it out.
    Whatever it was, I waited, and my waiting paid off when the doors to the building opened again.  Another group of people walked in, the executives of The J. Black Corporation.  Two men held the doors open while three men formed a small line.  They walked in and then stopped, turned, and waited for Jonathan Black himself to follow.  As he came into the building, everything changed.  My body was sent into a state of erotic shock, my pores trembling with excitement.  I could feel everything inside and out growing wet and while I knew it was obvious I was staring at him, I didn’t care. 
    Not one single bit.
    My eyes were glazy and lost, giving a whole new meaning to puppy dog love and high school lust considering I was well past both those points in my life.  Then again, I didn’t feel that far; I was barely a year out of college and this job had only just become a job three months ago after a three month internship. 
    But it was him, Jonathan Black himself who decided to keep me on board.  Or at least that’s what my direct supervisor told me.  It would have been much better hearing it from Mr. Black but everyone who worked at The J. Black Corporation knew that speaking to him directly would take a miracle.  Even some of the top executives didn’t get a chance to speak with him. 
    His company philosophy was simple.
    He commands, everyone else listens.
    Those who dared to speak out of line were gone with a head nod.  Those who didn’t listen were gone even before that.
    His philosophy had paid off, making him one of the wealthiest men in the world, gracing the list of richest men everywhere I could find.  In the States.  Globally.  Even on the list of Richest Under 30. 
    This would be his last year appearing on that list, but then his gorgeous, chiseled face would appear on the list of Richest Under 40 and remain there for a full decade for the world to see.  For the world to relish.  For women like myself to fantasize.
    Standing in the main foyer of the building – his building – Jonathan Black