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  “Are you sure you don’t want to play, Jonathan?” she offered once more.

  She slowly turned herself around sexily, giving me a good look at what was on offer. As she turned around, I noticed for the first time that she barely had a curve in sight. How the fuck did I ever find that attractive? I wondered. I definitely didn’t want any of that.

  “Nope,” I said emphatically, wanting her to go immediately.

  Her ‘come hither’ look vanished and her face fell. She stomped off upstairs, going to the spare bedroom where we always had sex.

  Since moving to this apartment after my break up with my ex-fiancée Ashley Maddock, I’d kept my master bedroom sacred and never taken a girl in there. I had four bedrooms in this penthouse and although I preferred to visit the women I dated in their apartments, I’d made an exception for Nadine and one other girl I’d dated briefly months ago. I’d given Nadine an access code to my apartment. Besides being bitchy to any female she thought I was seeing, she never gave me any other trouble and I liked that about her. When I told her to jump, she jumped. I knew that her stomping off meant nothing; when she came back down, all would be forgiven.

  A few minutes later, Nadine returned with her bag, dressed in jeans and heels. She approached me and kissed my cheek.

  “I’m going now, maybe I’ll see you soon?” she asked hopefully.

  “Maybe,” I lied, knowing full well I wasn’t going to call her again. “From now on, do not come here unless I call you though.”

  She paused for a moment.

  “Ok,” she said cheerfully, and she was gone.

  As soon as the elevator descended, I called my personal accountant, Yusuf Khan.

  “Khan, can you place a final spending limit of a further $20,000 on Miss Nadine Bishop’s card? After that limit is exhausted, terminate the card please.”

  That should give her enough to live on until she found another rich guy to sponge off, I reasoned.

  “Sure thing,” Yusuf replied. “I was going to tell you at our next meeting that her recent spending included two first class tickets for her and a Mr. Kevin Creamer to Hawaii and a few nights in the honeymoon suite of Four Seasons a couple of weeks ago.”

  I raised my eyebrows, recalling the time when she said she had to visit her sick father in Oregon after I’d spent a few weeks avoiding her.

  “Is that so? Well, in that case, terminate the card at $5,000.”

  “Done,” he replied.

  After I ended the call, I shook my head. I knew she was a professional gold digger but in the end there was nothing to be angry about. We’d used each other and the fling had run its course. I had more important things to think about, like Miss Lena Williams.

  The more I thought about her and my reaction to her presence, the more I realized what the problem was. It was good old sexual tension. My body wanted her in some subliminal way I hadn’t realized before. Miss Williams and I would have to fuck. There was no other way around it. As much as I couldn’t stand having her around, I knew she hated my guts much more. I wasn’t stupid; I knew she despised me thoroughly. I’d seen flashes of her contempt every now and then, though she did a damn good job of hiding it.

  I’d never been with a black woman before, but the idea of exploring this possibility with Miss Lena Williams was extremely arousing. She had the most beautiful skin, the color of liquid milk chocolate. I wanted to see what my ivory colored hands would look like exploring that curvy body. And that ass, though. I didn’t know why my body was reacting stupidly to something I had never wanted before. I was going to have to find out for myself what that was all about. An ugly voice reminded me that it should never happen because she was an employee. I answered it with another finger of whisky. I don’t give a fuck. I’ll deal with that bullshit when the time came. But for now, with the alcohol invading my senses, I was adamant about sleeping with Miss Williams, only if she was willing of course. That way, I’d get her out of my system and be done with it. The question was how?

  Chapter Four

  The next morning I had a session with my kickboxing trainer, Mason. He was an African American former mixed martial arts champion and I’d been training with him since my first year of college. I’d attended his professional fights in his younger years before he retired to go full time into coaching. I liked Mason; he was one of the few people who could talk shit to me and treat me like a normal person, while kicking my ass.

  “Come on, Carter,” he taunted me, after he’d dropped me for the third time. “Your white privilege is no good here, buddy. Get up, I wanna kick your ass again,” he threatened, circling me.

  I wanted to laugh, but knew it’d give him a easy opening to drop me again, so I bit my lip and got up quickly, getting into position. Lightning fast, he threw a jab straight for my chin and I weaved out of the way and gave him a hard kick to the shoulder. He staggered back and fell on his butt on the sprung floor, rising quickly onto his feet in a Chinese kick-up move. We sparred for a while longer until our hour was up, then went to grab water bottles from the fridge.

  “How’s your girlfriend?” I asked him. I knew he was dating an Asian girl from the Philippines. I’d sparred with him a few weeks ago and jokingly asked him to put up a date with her as the prize; evidently he liked her very much because he beat my ass that day.

  “She’s good, man,” he replied, taking a swig of his water.

  “So when will I get to meet her, to see what I almost won?” I joked.

  He gave me an “as if” glare.

  “Carter, man. My girlfriend will never meet your rich ass, that’s for sure,” he laughed. “Don’t you have enough money to get your own? You must be knee deep in hookers with your kind of cash.”

  “Nah,” I replied shaking my head. “Once they know who you are, you’re fucked. You never know what they want you for.”

  He snorted in response. “Fuck you, man you poor baby; too rich to get a nice girl,” he taunted in a gooey voice.

  “I’m serious, there’s nothing out there,” I argued.

  “Gimme a break, Carter,” he laughed shaking his head.

  He had no idea that money came with its own shit when it came to women.

  “Maybe I should try dating outside my race like you did; maybe I’ll have more luck then,” I said, tossing my empty water bottle in the garbage, grabbing my towel and heading towards the exit.

  “Yep,” he agreed. “That’s what I did. Black females are too much trouble.”

  He had my full attention.

  “What do you mean, they are too much trouble?” I asked calmly, pretending to need another bottle of water from the fridge.

  “They are too angry, man,” he explained. “You do them wrong, you might just get fucked up. They don’t let you get away with nothin’.”

  “You mean when you piss them off?”

  “It doesn’t take much to piss them off, buddy. Just some small shit and you in the dog house.”

  I laughed while heading for the exit. “Well maybe you should behave yourself then you won’t be in the dog house then.” I knew he’d been married to an African American woman he’d cheated on several times and she’d given Mr. Mixed Martial Arts Champion a black eye a few years back; a fact that had me writhing on the floor laughing when I saw it.

  I arrived at work by 8.30am, keen to finalize some agreements we’d had in the works for months. I worked steadily through the morning, until an email from Lena Williams popped up, informing us all that she had a guest doing a walk through later. My executives had guests popping in every week and if it was a really good prospect, I always gave them a few minutes of my time. I noted that it was an executive of a new startup tech company, currently not worth much for us; perhaps a million or so in revenue. I told Janice I’d see them when they came round; assuring myself it was not just to see Miss Williams after our last altercation, but perhaps this tech company could transform into the next Facebook or Google in future.

  About an hour later, Janice ushered Lena an
d Michael Fabisch who’d co-launched an app with his partner and were currently fundraising and investor-shopping for their project. Fabisch was a young guy around age twenty-five and was dressed in casual jeans and a T-shirt. He fit the position of tech guy to a tee.

  Lena walked confidently into my office in higher heels than usual, causing her hips to sway more than ever. She does this to taunt me; she had to, I thought sweeping an assessing glance over her. I knew I had to take my eyes off her and focus on her client. I headed towards him, my hand outstretched while Lena professionally introduced us.

  I ushered them into my sitting area and offered Fabisch refreshments, knowing he’d probably already been taken care of. He declined.

  “It's great to finally meet you,” I began. “I’ve heard so much about the great work you are doing.”

  He shrugged. “We are doing what we can, you know? Only problem is our finance side; we are tech people and haven’t a clue how we can manage all the funding we’ve received.”

  I nodded. “We are here to help and I can assure you Lena is the perfect person to walk you through what you need to do to set everything up.”

  I caught a furtive disbelieving look from Lena at the compliment. What, did she think I’d put her down in front of a client? I can play nice, Miss. Williams.

  Fabisch seemed relieved. “Yes, we need help and since your company has such a great reputation, we’ll probably sign in a few days.” Evidently he didn’t want to take too long to make a decision.

  “We’re glad to hear it, Michael,” I responded standing up. “Anything you need, please let us know. Lena is your first point of contact, but if you need me to get involved at any stage I’m readily available.”

  We shook hands, I wished him well and they left my office.

  The following Monday, I needed a presentation prepared for a client we had in New York later that week. It was short notice; I could have outsourced the whole thing at a premium, but why should I pay an outsider a ridiculous amount when we had clever Miss. Lena Williams who prided herself in creating presentations?

  When I arrived at the office, I asked Janice to tell Lena to cancel all her morning meetings and to come to my office immediately.

  Ten minutes later, the delectable Miss. Williams was standing at my doorway, with a notebook and a polite smile on her face.

  “Good morning, Mr. Carter,” she said in that sultry, seductive voice of hers.

  “Morning, Lena,” I replied standing briefly. “I need a presentation for a client prepared urgently,” I added.

  I explained to her what I needed, while she jotted down notes quickly. I deliberately spoke fast, knowing she’d have trouble keeping up because apparently, I’m an asshole. I noted the side eye she gave me as I rapidly barked orders on my requirements. Oh? She wants to side-eye me in my office? Big mistake, I thought uncharitably. I dared not look up to watch her swaying suggestively out of my office to get started.

  About two hours later, she came back to my office with her laptop to show me the presentation she’d prepared. So she thought she was done just like that? I didn’t care how it looked; it wasn’t going to be good enough, like how she acts like I’m not good enough for her.

  I barely looked at the proposal.

  “Re-do it,” I commanded and looked back at the paperwork on my desk. She remained seated, seemingly perplexed by my instruction.

  “Mr. Carter,” she began in her smooth, sultry voice. “What exactly are you not happy with?”

  “The whole thing; I don’t like it,” I replied arrogantly.

  “Oh, okay,” she said politely, getting up and walking out of my office.

  I felt my shoulders relaxing when she’d left; I hadn’t noticed that her presence in my office had brought that amount of tension.

  Just before lunch time, I saw Miss. Williams pop her head round my door again, asking if I was free. I beckoned for her to enter, while I was pacing my office, finishing a call.

  After I was done, I pulled my chair back and sat down. Unexpectedly, Miss Williams came around my desk behind me, setting her laptop beside mine. She reached for her laptop and set the presentation in motion. I could smell her delicate fragrance and sense her body heat mere inches from me. She’d stood there on purpose. She was trying to break me down. I barely saw the presentation she’d done, only able to focus on her uncomfortably close proximity. It took all my self control to not pull her into my lap and kiss her full, luscious lips right there. I had to get her out, before I did something stupid.

  “Lena,” I began, looking to find fault with something; anything, to make her leave. “The charts and graphs look wrong. Please re-do them.”

  She straightened up, looking puzzled. “Mr. Carter, you‘d approved these earlier,” she stuttered, clearly frustrated.

  “Impossible. Go and check please. I can’t sit here arguing with you; just get them fixed.” My tone was clipped and dismissive. I went on.

  “When you complete the next draft, please email it to me rather than bringing it back to my office.”

  She nodded, then practically snatched her laptop and left without a backward glance.

  A few minutes later, I got a call from Jack Baker.

  “Jonathan,” he began. “I’m helping Lena with the charts she needs for your presentation; I think she’s struggling to understand what she needs to do?”

  “Listen, Baker,” I responded curtly. “Leave her to it. She needs to figure it out for herself, okay?”

  “Sure thing, boss.”

  I knew I was being difficult, but maybe she’d get an idea of what her presence did to me every single day. She emailed me another revision which I rejected. At 4.00pm, I looked up to see her standing at the door to my office.

  “Lena, I thought I told you to send revisions by email?” I asked, my eyebrows raised.

  “I know, Mr. Carter, but it’s going to be five o’clock soon and I really think it’d be quicker if you gave me your feedback now.”

  I sighed, not bothering to hide my annoyance.

  “Let’s see it then.”

  Mercifully, she sat on the opposite side of my desk and placed her laptop in front of me, launching the presentation. Halfway through, I shook my head.

  “No, it looks wrong,” I said, pushing her laptop towards her.

  I watched as she gritted her teeth, fighting back her anger.

  “Mr. Baker and Mr. Wallace have both said it’s perfect,” she argued, looking at me right in the eye.

  I uncoiled swiftly.

  “Jack and Donald are not the heads of this department. They are employees like you are. The only opinion that matters is mine; is that clear?”

  She got up, picked up her laptop and walked towards my door. At the last moment she stopped and turned around. She was furious and breathtaking. I watched mesmerized, expecting her to blow up.

  “Yes, sir,” she said firmly and she left the room.

  I sat back in my chair, knowing that I’d stretched this out longer than necessary. What was I trying to achieve anyway? I typed up an email to Lena quickly.

  “Have the final presentation ready for me to view in the conference room to see the full effect. Let me know when it’s ready.”

  A couple of hours later, I got an email from Lena telling me the presentation was ready for viewing. I looked at my watch; shit. It was already 7.00pm. All staff would be gone by then, which meant I was alone with Lena on the whole floor. Could something happen? And if I made a move on her, what were my chances? I knew I’d most likely be rejected, but I didn’t have time to process this idea. I grabbed a couple of condoms from my wallet and put them in my pocket then headed for the conference room.

  Chapter Five

  When I got there she wasn’t in the room, although her laptop and screen were set up and her purse on a chair. I sat down on my usual chair, feeling impatient that she was keeping me waiting for her and not the other way around; I hated waiting.

  A few minutes later, she rushed into the
conference room looking flustered and apologizing for the delay. I shrugged dismissively.

  She launched the presentation on the screen and I barely focused on it. I was distracted by her presence and the fact that we were alone had possibilities so I had to act fast. I waved my hand for her to stop the presentation.

  “Not good enough,” I snapped rudely.

  Lena looked at me disbelievingly. I saw her rudely raise her arm to look at her watch. She gave me a murderous look them made a rude sound with her teeth. What the fuck was that? I wondered, appalled by her behavior? What the hell was that rude sound? It made me feel so… insignificant. Has she forgotten I’m her boss? I watched her turn her back on me and walk towards the white board. She began to rub the figures off the board, standing with her hand fisted at her waist. I could tell she was mad and she didn’t care anymore about what I thought. Watching her looking furious and defiant gave me a raging hard on; it was now or never. Before I changed my mind, I stalked towards her and slowly slipped my arm around her waist, the back of her head resting on my chest. She stopped rubbing the board, pausing mid air. What are you doing you idiot, said that little voice in my head. I shut it down immediately. I was painfully aroused and I wanted her, whatever the cost.

  “Lena,” I said gently, “turn around and face me.”

  She slowly turned around with a look of shock on her face. The second her dark eyes locked with mine, I saw the shock transform into outrage. I paused, gauging her reaction to determine if I should proceed; I had to have her consent. I saw her eyes cloud over as she sank against me, betraying her desire. My hand slipped down to her ass and I held her tightly against my erection, signifying my intention. She was breathing in gasps, trying to regain control and in that moment, I knew she wanted me. So all this time when I thought I was a fool for wanting her, she may have felt the same way?

  Immediately, my anger was stirred; swirling with my lust for her.