Sex on the beach

IVAN
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I sat on the rolling chair - my favorite furniture in my entire office - twirling a pen around my fingers. It gave me a pleasant wave of relief to be back here again. Now that I had so graciously put Ian in his place, I knew that I could not go MIA on the world again. I had to take up my responsibility, I had to begin to show up.
I had silenced the rumours now, but it was only a matter of time until new tongues began to wag again.
One after the other, the board members stepped into my office to congratulate me. In all, I leaned into my chair and said nothing, only giving them occasional smiles and nods when I needed to. It was only until Elina stepped into the glass walls of my office that I leaned out of my chair and dropped my pen on the table. I watched her stroll into my office and settle into the chair in front of me. Her brown skirt hugged the skin of her hips. For the first time in a long while, I found my eyes lingering there.
"Congratulations mister Ivan. It is good to have you back. I must apologize for the inconvenience our failure to thoroughly research caused you. We do hope you understand it was all for the good of the company." Elina spoke, trying to mimick all the men that had earlier spoken to me.
She rolled her eyes as she spoke, clutching the collar of her shirt dramatically.
I could not help it. I laughed out loud.
Elina and I had been friends since our college days. She worked part-time with my father while I came around every holiday or weekend I was not in school. We bonded over many things, even down to our favorite TV show. My father had once said we were too good not be together, our forces and energies complemented each other. But, I had never quite felt that connection to her. We were excellent business partners, we could not be stopped when we worked together, but was all it was to me; friendship and work.
I shook my head as she settled into my chair.
"You're crazy, Elina. You know that right?"
"Me?" Her eyes widened theatrically, while she pointed fingers at her chest.
"Crazy? Ivan, you're the one who nearly threw Reece off the balcony!" She cried out. The thought of it brought a smile to my face.
"He does owe you his life." I said aloud and it was her time to laugh as she stared at me. She looked up at the digital clock on my top shelf.
"It's already past six." She said aloud.
My brows squinted on their own accord.
Past six? I did not realize I had stayed out for that long. I looked down at my Rolex to confirm her statement.
She was right.
I gathered my briefcase and my files on the desk as I spoke.
"I think I should return home."
"And I think we should have a drink." She spat out, countering my statement.
My eyes traveled up to her blue ones, sparkling with excitement, though she was physically calm.
I chuckled.
"A drink?"
She leaned into my table.
"Yes, to celebrate your victory Ivan. Come on, it'll be just like old times."
Just like old times.
It had me wondering if the old times she meant were the days of our sneaky link. Going behind my father and holding meetings that had nothing to do with office work. Good sex and hang overs were always the highlight of such meetings.
We were grown now, but the offer still entrapped me, just the way it always did.
Some things never change after all.
My right brow arched on its own accord. I knew she knew what we were going to get into, and I knew she was ready, more than ready for it all.
I tapped my table with my fingers as a smirk I could not quite control crept to my face, spreading my cheeks and causing my lips to draw into a thin line.
"A drink it is then."
Minutes later, we were both out of the office. I dropped my briefcase in my car and ordered my valet and the rest of my convoy to go home without me. It was easier to move around in Elina's white Mercedes than my Tesla with a presidential plate number. I was not about to give tabloids tomorrow's juicy headline:
"Billionaire, Ivan Holloway, makes appearance with long time friend and colleague, Elina Washington, after going MIA on the world."
The headline was sure to carry the faint details of my marriage that was out to the public. They had been quiet about me for long, I intended to keep it that way.
We headed to our favorite bar in the city, Micheal'z. Yes, with a "Z".
Her driver drove us around the streets of LA while we sang along to all our favorite country songs at the back seat.
In the bar, I ordered several shots of tequila that I lost count after the sixth. Elina drowned herself in cranberry vodka and a few shots of sex by the beach.
I laughed when she ordered it for the third time.
She frowned at me, while taking the glass on a long journey from the table to her mouth.
"What?" She barked. Her blue eyes were already sunken.
I shook my head as a sign for no.
"Nothing, nothing at all."
Her frown deepened, while she downed the content on the cup. She squeezed her face and shook her head vehemently.
I couldn't stop myself from throwing my head back in laughter.
It was one reason I liked being around Elina, she was easy, she made everything so easy.
She was the one woman who broke the "women are complex creatures that can never be understood" theory.
Elina, was the female version of me. I liked her for that.
"Ivan…" She paused to hiccup.
"Speak." She continued.
I looked around us. The feeling of being away from the walls of my house was therapeutic. I made a mental note to thank her for dragging me out tonight.
"The name of the drink still amuses me, you know." I said out loud.
A smile crept up to her face.
"Sex on the beach?"
I nodded, with a slight chuckle.
"Yeah. I mean, does anyone ever really have sex on the beach?"
Another hiccup escaped her throat as she shook her head.
"I have no idea."
"But you drink it anyway."
My eyes probed her this time. Something in me sparked when her electric blue eyes stared up at me.
The motion by which her gaze lifted from the table to me was utterly…sensual.
"Only when I do want to have sex." She spat out, between laughs.
I wanted to look away and act like I did not hear the words, or understand the underlying meaning of the words. But I could not. Especially when her right hand reached out for my left thigh and brushed it gently.
Her sea green polished nails looked good on top my black trousers.
Her hand continued to travel until it reached my upper thigh. She brushed the region of my crotch gently.
I did nothing to stop her.
When she touched the zipper of my trouser, my eyes traveled to her hips which rested on the bar stool.
I swallowed hard. Heat rose up from the sole of my feet, then traveled to all parts of my body.
"Tell me something, Ivan." She spoke slow and sensually, tearing her eyes away from my now bulgding crotch and fixing her gaze on my face.
I found myself holding my breath.
"What?"
She gently pulled the zipper down, right there, when any eyes could have been on us.
"Do you want to have sex with me?"