Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
“I’ve never met someone so aggressive in my life. And I’ve been around some aggressive men,” she says. I can hear the faint quiver in her voice, just like I heard back in her office when she thought I was going to kiss her. “You’re so–so presumptuous!”
Just then, I catch two guys at another table eyeing Alice in the most obvious way possible. They’re leering like a couple of frat boys, which doesn’t surprise me, given the sleazy suits they’re wearing. One of them even points at her, then whispers something to his friend, who cracks up like we’re in a bar down in Williamsburg.
Rage swells up inside me, and just like that, I snap.
“Excuse me a moment,” I say to Alice as I rise from our table.
I stride quickly across the dining room straight to the table with the two leering men and lean down nice and close to keep our conversation private. “Hey, boys. Fix your eyes somewhere else, or I’ll drag you both out into the street and beat you senseless. Understand?”
They’re both stunned for a moment, then look over at Patrick, one of the waiters, who simply shrugs and turns away.
“That’s right, you won’t get any help from the staff here,” I assure them. “Now have some class or face the consequences. Your choice.”
And with that, I turn my back on them and walk back to my table. Alice is giving me a funny look, glances back at the two guys, and then back at me. She points. “What was that all about?”
“Oh, nothing.” I smile. “Just a couple of old clients of mine.”
My infatuation with Alice only grows when the meal arrives. Watching her lips close around the first course, a piece of Hamachi sashimi, is hypnotizing. Blood pumps into my cock, growing me harder and harder beneath the table. And watching her throat move as she sips wine only makes me think about her swallowing my ejaculate when it’s time to give it to her.
The meal is seven courses with a dessert, and with each course, I can see cracks slowly beginning to form in Alice’s shell. Every minute that goes by, she’s giving in to me, letting go of her “Alice Dupont the CEO” persona, and becoming simply “Alice.”
She’s no longer carrying herself as she was when I arrived–sitting upright like we’re in the middle of a board meeting. She’s leaning forward, showing me her very ample cleavage, crossing her legs and shifting from side to side occasionally–drawing my attention to her feminine curves. I’m sure all of this is subconscious, but it shows that my plan is working.
When Megan brings us the check, I also catch her shoot Megan a protective glance, as though staking her territory over me. Before Megan can leave the table, Alice leans in and asks me, “So? What next?”
Her implication is clear: She’s waiting for me to invite me back to my place. Megan gives her a glance and looks to me. I quickly hand her my card. “Put your normal tip on there, sweetheart.”
Alice’s eyes nearly pop out of her skull. She glares at me, but I’m already pulling out my phone and getting to my feet.
“Listen, I’ve got to run,” I tell her. I take my card from Megan and slip it back into my wallet. Alice sits up straight, looking flabbergasted.
“What?” she gasps. “That–that’s it?”
“Well I don’t want to keep you up late either.” I smile. “I know you’ve got that early Hong Kong call tomorrow. Good luck with that; we should do this again. I’ll let you know.”
And with that, I squeeze her warm, soft, silky hand and stride out of the restaurant, leaving her where I found her: sitting at our table alone.
3
ALICE
I can barely keep it together during our Hong Kong conference call the next day. It has nothing to do with the fact that it’s at 5 a.m. I’ve had plenty of early calls before. It has to do with Damien, that son of a bitch.
Why did I even go out with him last night? I said I wouldn’t. But when I went home and got into my sweats, I couldn’t even focus on anything. I tried watching TV, but I couldn’t get images of Damien out of my mind.
His face. His eyes. That wolf-like stare…
The way he entered my office like it belonged to him, the way he circled my desk and moved in like he was going to kiss me. How I was going to let him…
It was all too much to handle.
I was dripping with so much excitement, I’d never been so turned on in my life. I took my waterproof vibrator into the shower and came twice thinking about that severe, predatory face. Then, panting like I’d run a marathon, I did my hair and makeup, put on one of my best dresses, and went to La Bernadin to meet him.