Chapter 1: Jordan The MILF

Jordan Spencer stood in front of a room of her business colleagues, as she accepted a top performance award in sales for the quarter which included a plaque, a check for $5,000.00, and a trip to Miami, Florida for a weekend of her choice.

The pencil skirt she wore, hugged her round firm bottom. Although she was older and had two grown kids, she kept her body in top shape. She was into all forms of fitness, from running to martial arts.

She spoke, “I just want to say a quick thanks to my team, the best team, Team Three. I wouldn’t have been able to do this without you.”

Johnny yelled from the back of the room, “Take us with you!”

The place erupted with laughter, “Sorry Johnny, maybe next time,” she said and then ended her acceptance speech. As she walked back to her table, several men checked out her form.

It was hard not to notice. She had a walk that could break necks. She was also easy on the eyes. At forty-two years old, she could easily pass for at least twenty-seven. She had the deepest mahogany skin tone, with dark brown almond-shaped eyes. She wore her hair cut short in a pixie cut, which accentuated her oval face.

She sat next to her friend Deb, “You and Dave are going to enjoy Miami. It’s so pretty there on the beaches, the clubs, and the Cuban food, oh I wish I could come too!”

Jordan smiled, “I was hoping they would have done more than five awards because you were 6th.”

“I know. It always seems like when I’m close, they either change the quota or the number of awards.”

“Tell me about it.”

The end of the day had arrived, and most of the sales associates were heading out, but Jordan was still at her desk looking at potential clients’ lists. When Montell White stopped by.

He tapped on her door. She looked and saw him standing with his head peeking through. He was a younger man, in his early thirties. He had skin that was deep butter pecan. He had a beard with a goatee, deep-set brown eyes, and this jet-black wavy hair that he kept edged up and cut low and faded on the sides.

“Hey, um, Montell right?”

He stepped into her office, “Yeah. I just stopped by to say congrats.”

She smiled and her dimples sank into her face, “Thank you, and congrats to you as well.”

“Thanks.” He blushed, “I’m trying to be on your level.”

“Oh, stop. I heard you’re killing it on Rodrigo’s team.”

He smiled and took a deep breath, “Everyone is headed out, are you staying?”

She looked at the time, “I guess I should get out of here on time for a change.” She stood to her feet and turned to get her purse. Montell stared at her from behind. He enjoyed the view.

When she turned, she smiled, “Let’s head out.”

They walked to the elevator and waited; the halls were pretty quiet, aside from the cleaning crew preparing to start their duties. The doors opened. He stepped aside, “After you.” She walked in and he stepped in allowing the doors to close.

“So, your husband will be excited to go to Miami, maybe I’ll see you two out there.”

She shook her head, “He drives trucks and stays gone. I’ll probably end up taking my girlfriend.”