The Subway

BBBBBBBBBEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPP!”  What where you are going lady?”  The taxi driver yelled, and I quickly looked in shock when I realize it was me! 

                I wave my hand and race across the crosswalk and down the subway stairs, depositing my coin quickly, and rushing on to the train with a minute to spare!  The train is quickly off, and I find a seat luckily away from most and run through my presentation in my mind.  I have worked on this straight for the last month, feel confident with it and our plan to help the coffee chain grow and glad our presentation is not until after lunch.  I cannot stop to wonder what Mr. Johnson wants to tell me before the big meeting with Blake Sutton at 9 am.  My stomach does a butterfly flip just saying his name in my mind.  I begin to drift off again thinking of the past and that damn marketing class.  I wanted in since day one and was lucky to get into the highly regarded class as a sophomore.  I quickly proved myself and the professor was impressed, impressed enough he placed me in a set study group with literally the top 4 seniors in the class, one who was Blake Sutton.  I tried so hard not to let his good looks get to me but every time during our study group times, he always called me out and asked my opinion.  At first, I was so timid I said, “I don’t know for sure”, too many times it seemed because I could start seeing the others roll their eyes every time he asked in that deep strong voice of his, “Kate, what do you think?”  I shrank in my seat every time the others glared at me, but when I would bring myself to glance over at Blake, he would always be giving me that same confident smile of his like he knew something I didn’t. 

                I vowed to myself I had to stop letting him get to me and focus on the class.  It took many peps talks in the mirror before I finally started to prove myself to the group.  At first it was just sharing my handwritten research to them and then I started feeling confident enough to tell them what I thought during each and every project.  Even Blake at one point sat right beside me and nudged me saying “Dang my lil Kate, is finally showing who she is” My entire body ignited at that statement, but I took a deep breath and said to him “Maybe should have paid attention because I was always there”, giving him a nudge back. 

                Finally, before the end of class the group put me as the organizer of our last project which was the final and half of our semester grade.  I knew I could do this and took time to pay attention to everyone’s strengths.  I split each section of the project out evenly, made a calendar including extra times we needed to meet, and sent out progress notes almost every day so we were all on the same page.  Looking back, I know Blake must have just been egging me on and enjoying the idea that I could not keep the redness off my cheeks when he would glance over and give me that smile.  I swear till this day that smile would have stopped every war there was if everyone would have looked over at him.  It could make my whole-body flutter and although I would do everything in my power to not let it control me I still couldn’t stop myself from blushing.  Well not today, Blake Sutton, this is my house, my agency that I have worked from the ground up to be offered partner and I kept hoping that is what Mr. Johnson wanted to talk about.  Today I am in control Blake Sutton, not you or that damn smile of yours. 

                The subway train came to stop, and I gathered my stuff walking to the exit.  A tall and slicked back blonde hair man dressed to impress in a fancy grey suit stepped right in front me before I reached the exit. Forcing me to bump right into his well-built chest.  “Hey beautiful where are you headed on this fine morning?  How about we leave together and get a coffee and maybe something else?” 

                I could feel the heat of anger on my face and the glare forming in my eyes. “Excuse me please sir. I’d like to get to work.” 

                He put his arms on both of mine and said with his debonair smile. “Hey now, you don’t need to be like that I like a working woman, especially a women dressed like you with a body like yours.  I mean those breasts of yours look like they were made for my hands and that butt of yours looks perfect for me as well.” As he started to move his hands down my back. 

                I stiffed to his touch.  “If you do not stop right now, I will give you something else of me to think of.  Please let me by.”  He chuckled thinking he could just overpower me and kept moving his arms downward on my back.  Right before he got to my ass, I felt my right knee go up as high and as hard as I could right into his half-erect dick.  The groan of pain he made as he hunched over was enough for me to smile and start to laugh.  Plus, it helped half the subway train was laughing and clapping as I was now able to push by him. “Told you,” I smirked. 

                “You bitch!  You will regret that” As he hunched over into the nearest seat.  I told myself I would need to avoid the 7:00 AM train for a while for that. 

                I quickly walked myself out of the subway and onto the street giving myself a quick brush off to get the creep feeling from me.  There were way too many like that in the business world and I hoped I never ran into that guy again.  Only two blocks left, and I’d be in my world, my office, and the place I felt most comfortable.  I knew my stuff and told myself after that little incident I could handle Blake Sutton even with those deep brown eyes of his.