Chapter 2 what she's got to say

*~SPUNKY LITTLE BLOND~

EPISODE➡️02

Molly drove her old beat up sedan to the heart of the city

in search of the Bancroft building. It wasn't hard to find, it

stuck out from all the others, being the tallest and the

name Bancroft flashed across the front of the building.

Parking her car she goes inside and over to the

information desk where a young woman was sitting.

"Hello, I'm looking for Adam Bancroft's office."

The woman looked up, giving Molly a warm smile. "Do

you want Mr. Bancroft Sr. or Jr?"

Molly was taken by surprise, not realizing there were two.

"I-I don't know, I'm not sure," she stammered. Then she

remembered she had the letter with her, so she looked in

her purse and pulled it out. "Bancroft Jr. that's it," Molly

told the woman.

"Ok, Miss, Mr. Bancroft Jr's office is on the twelfth floor."

The receptionist went back to her work but was

interrupted again by Molly.

"Excuse me, is there a room number?"

"No Miss, the whole floor belongs to Bancroft Jr."

Molly stepped into the elevator and wondered why one

person would need the whole floor for their office. The

only conclusion she could come up with was that he

thought far too highly of himself.

When the elevator doors opened and she stepped out she

noticed how luxurious it was. Thick cream color carpet

covered the floor. White and black leather sofa's sat in

several different spots. Crystal chandeliers hung from the

ceiling. Bottles of champagne were chilling on ice, crystal

glasses lined up, all sitting on glass tables.

Molly walked over to the woman sitting behind a desk, a

beautiful African American, she was elegantly dressed,

her long dark hair flowed down her back and shoulders. A

pair of dangling gold earrings hung from her ears, she

looked more like a model than a receptionist. The woman

looked Molly over as she raised her eyebrow.

"Can I help you?" she asked, a hint of irritation in her

voice.

"Yes, I'd like a word with Mr. Bancroft."

"Do you have an appointment?"

"No, but it's very important and won't take long," Molly

answered.

"I'm sorry Miss, without an appointment I can't let you in,"

she said, rolling her eyes.

Molly shook her head, rolling her eyes. "Fine, I'll make an

appointment."

The woman, whose name was Susan, checked her

computer, it seemed to take forever before she looked

back up. "Ok, I can book you in for Feb. 9th."

Molly's mouth dropped open, she couldn't believe it. "No, I

can't wait that long. Eight months, that's insane."

"Mr. Bancroft is a very busy man. Do you want an

appointment or not?"Susan smirked.

She looked over Susan's shoulder and pointed. "Is that his

office?"

"Yes," Susan answered.

When Molly dashed over to the door Susan jumped from

her seat. "Stop, you can't go in there," she yelled out.

Molly reached the door and opened it before Susan could

stop her and was not prepared for what she saw. The

man sitting behind the desk was tanned, his hair black as

midnight. His jacket and tie were tossed across the back

of his chair, his shirt unbuttoned, showing off an amazing

muscular chest. A busty red headed woman was sitting

on his lap, her top laid on the floor. They both turned

sharply to look at the intruder. Molly had never seen a

man that looked like him in all her life, her heart started

beating wildly in her chest.

"Susan, what the hell is the meaning of this?" his husky

voice bellowed out loudly.

"I'm sorry sir, she ran past me before I could stop her."

Susan's voice sounded shaky.

After sizing Molly up he smiled and turned his attention

back to the woman on his lap, his lips going to her neck

spoke between kisses. "You want to see me then make an

appointment."

"I tried that, but I can't wait eight months and you don't

appear that busy," she said sarcastically.

His head snapped up to look at her. His eyes narrowed,

turning dark as he stared into her eyes, he wasn't

accustomed to people talking back to him.

She stared back, not blinking.

After a moment he moved the woman off his lap and

stood up. "You can leave now Mary," he told the woman.

"My names Sally, will you call me?" she asked, putting on

her blouse.

"Sure baby, whatever," he answered with an air of

arrogance.

Molly watched as he slowly did up his shirt, she couldn't

take her eyes off his chest. A strange feeling went

through her, one she had never experienced before. A

tingling sensation between her thighs and her heart was

pounding inside her chest.

"Ok Miss," he said, pulling Molly from her coma-like state.

Her face flushed, she turned away when she realized he

was watching her. "Molly, Molly Hansson," giving him her

name.

"Ok Molly, do up my tie," saying as he put it around his

neck and moved closer to her.

"What?" her eyes widened.

"I can never do it properly myself. You do know how to tie

a tie, don't you?" he asked as he edged even closer to

her.

She stood there like a deer caught in the headlights of a

car.

"Do my tie up and I'll give you five minutes of my time."

Now he was standing right in front of her, towering over

her.

He watched as she started fixing his tie, felt her hands

trembling. He studied her face, she had the longest

eyelashes he had ever seen, except for the false ones that

women wear. Her cheekbones defined, her lips plump and

soft looking with a touch of pink lipstick. She smelled like

fresh strawberries.

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Molly couldn't stop her hands from trembling as she

reached up and proceeded to fix his tie. His breath

smelled minty fresh, his aftershave was intoxicating. The

heat from his chest ran through her fingers and she felt

the hardness of his chest. Once she was done backed

away, looking up she saw him staring at her, his eyes

studying her. Suddenly she felt unsure of herself, she

never had a man look at her the way he was.

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"You have five minutes, sit." He points to the chair in front

of his desk, then he sits on the edge of his desk and

waits for her to speak.

He wasn't paying attention to what she was saying, he

was too busy checking her out. She was blond with

emerald green eyes, a killer body with a tiny waist. He

could tell how round and firm her breasts were under her

top and she had such beautiful shapely legs. And he was

thinking about how great it would feel to have them

wrapped around him. He felt himself becoming aroused at

the thought of it. Then he heard her yelling as she

abruptly stood up.

"Oh my God, Mr. Bancroft you've not heard a word I've

said. Will you stop staring at my legs and listen to me?"

Adam got up and going around his desk sat down. "Sorry

Miss Hansson, you're out of time."

Angrily she leaned over the desk, unaware she was giving

him a perfect view down her top. "No, that's not fair, you

didn't even listen to me," she cried.

He made it obvious he was checking her out, leaning back

in his chair his eyes went to her cleavage and he smiled.

"Let me take you to dinner, we can talk then."

Molly looked at him with disgust, she knew he was hitting

on her and was only trying to get her into bed. "You have

to be the most arrogant, self-centered jerk I have ever

met. There's no way in hell I'd ever have dinner with you."

Adam watched as Molly's chest began to heave rapidly up

and down in anger making her breasts move. He usually

liked his women with large breasts but hers he thought

were perfect, just the right size. "Suit yourself, Miss

Hansson, make an appointment and I'll see you in Feb."

"Go to hell, Mr. Bancroft." Molly turned and walked out,

slamming the door behind her.

Molly was fuming when she left his office, never had she

met anyone so rude and conceited. Yet when she stood

before him she found herself feeling things she'd felt

before, wasn't even sure what it was she was feeling.

At home, her father asked her how it went with the

Bancroft's.

"I'm so sorry dad I tried, but he wouldn't listen to me."

She looked over at her father. "I'm not giving up. I'll write

letters, organize a protest right outside his building. We'll

get on the news, appeal to the public to put pressure on

Bancroft."

"Molly, these people are wealthy and for all I know,

dangerous. I want you to stop before you end up getting

hurt."

"I can't dad, I have to try. Besides, you didn't raise a

quitter."

Later that day Adam's father came into the office and sat

in the chair across from him. "Jr. who was that young lady

that stormed out of here earlier?"

"Hum- a Molly Hansson I believe," Adam Jr. answered.

"What did you do to make her so mad?" Adam Sr. asked.

Adam Jr. sat back and smiled. "I'm not sure. She said

something about how I was too busy looking at her legs

to hear what she was saying."

"Well, she did have great legs son. But maybe you should

try listening once in a while, women like it when you do.

And don't you think it's time you settled down, find a

wife?"

"I'm only thirty father, I have no desire to tie myself down

to one woman. The very thought of making love to one

woman the rest of my life does not appeal to me."

Adam Sr. was leaving when he stopped to look back at

his son. "Son, there's nothing like the love of that one

special woman. One that loves you for who you are, not

how much money you have. One of these days you're

going to meet her and you won't see it coming." He

chuckled. "Keep your eyes open son."

After Adam's father left he sat drumming his fingers on

the desk. His thoughts kept going back to the sassy

blond. There was something intriguing about her, she was

beautiful and had lots of fire in those green eyes. He

wanted to see her again, no, he would see her again.

Picking up the phone he buzzed Susan.

"Susan, find the number for Molly Hansson. Tell her to

come by tomorrow at one o'clock, and tell her I'll listen to

what she's got to say."

Tbc