Acquired Asset

by ZN Willett

  He chuckled in my ear as he bit my lobe and huskily replied, “We will have dinner . . . eventually.”

  “Mmm.” I turned to face him. “Can’t wait.”

  “Constance made something special.”

  “You were that sure of yourself, asshole.”

  “When it comes to you, yes,” he said, and kissed my nose.

  “Why?”

  “Why, what?”

  “Why are you so sure of us?”

  “Quinn, the first moment I laid eyes on you, I was sure of us.”

  “Christopher . . .”

  “I have said this before. A woman who has the balls to go up against me and my family is someone I want to explore.”

  “Oh, is that what you’re doing?”

  His hand moved up my arm. “You know I enjoy exploring you.” I couldn’t control my grin. “Constance has been asking about you.”

  “I can’t wait to—did she bake that cake I like so much?”

  “I think she made everything.”

  He released me, and we walked over to the door. “How long are you staying?” I asked.

  He eyeballed the room. “I have some things I need to clean up. But, I will leave in the next hour.”

  “I think I need to head out and get cleaned up myself.”

  He grabbed my arm and asked, “When you first came in here, to end this, what changed your mind?” He had this all knowing look.

  “It’s not what you think, Colby.” Although she did help. “I finally heard you—after I got out of my head. We’ll talk tonight.”

  I turned to leave, glancing out, and closed the door looking back at him. “I’m still not ready to make an official announcement about us, though I already suspect that, by the look on Vanessa’s face, your Mom will know soon enough.”

  “You only have yourself to blame. I tried to muffle your screams.”

  “Maybe if you didn’t try to screw the life out of me, I would have been a little quieter.”

  He swept a piece of hair out of my face. “I won’t ever apologize for making you scream.”

  “That’s one thing you will never have to apologize for. But it’s your fault. So I’m going to have you deal with it when she comes knocking.”

  “I’ll handle my Mother as long as you handle Joseph.”

  “Yeah, I’m not sure how that conversation will go.”

  He leaned over and said, “I know you can handle it.” As he kissed me goodbye.

  The rest of my day flew by. All I could think about was Christopher and stressed about the ‘what if’s.’ As I sat in the car headed to Christopher’s, I did my best to get out of my head. It wasn’t going to be easy. I haven’t given myself to someone like this for a while. It didn’t matter how strong of a person I was, having my heartbroken was something I didn’t want to go through again.

  My mom flashed across my mind. I started to remember the days when she would take me out to the beach as a little girl. We tried to go as often as possible as I got older, but when she became ill, those beach days became fewer and farther between. When chemo started, those days ended altogether.

  Thoughts about my mom still made my heart clench. Then, I thought about my dad. What could I say about Christopher to cause him to accept our relationship? Relationship . . . I wasn’t even sure what it was actually, nevertheless I planned to find out that night.

  “Quinn, it is so good to see you again,” Constance said, as she embraced me.

  “The same to you.”

  “Constance waited to see you before she left,” Christopher said, as he placed his hand on her shoulder.

  Constance lovingly squeezed it as she looked back at him and said, “She’s the first woman you’ve ever brought to the house. I had to see it for myself.” She faced me and winked.

  I was as surprised by her words as Christopher. She chuckled and embraced me again. “I’ll leave you two alone. I’m going to watch my grandchildren tonight. Their parents are in need of a date night. Quinn, don’t be a stranger.” She turned to Christopher. “Everything is ready. I’ll see you on Sunday.” She kissed his cheek, smiled brightly, and headed toward the elevators.

  “She is a character,” I stated and laughed.

  “That she is. Please, come in Quinn.”

  He took my coat. “She is such a mom. I wondered if they stopped fussing when you became an adult, but obviously not.”

  “Mine, as you know, was never one to ‘fuss over’ anything. It’s in Constance’s DNA, I believe. She over compensates for the unloved children.”

  I grabbed his arm. “Is that what you really think?”

  His eyes hardened. “Come in and make yourself at home.”

  I followed behind him as we walked to a room on the right. “I love the circular design.”

  “I always thought the contractor was being lazy.”

  “It looks simple, but it can’t be easy for plumbing and wiring.”

  Christopher chuckled. “I should be humored by the fact that your first comment was on the structure of my home.”

  “A circular floor plan, Colby, is not as simple as you may think. You have a nice home, by the way. I am a bit surprised that it’s homier than I thought it would be.”

  I was expecting the crisp clean feel that his OCD personality seemed to suggest. Everything had its place, yet the home was furnished in rich browns and brightly colored blues that softened the decor.

  “Does all of this structural knowledge come from the hotels?” he asked.

  “Justin, mostly. I was curious one day and he showed me around one of his construction sites. That only made me want to know more. Justin and Alissa are my advisors when it comes to the hotels’ structures.”

  “What would you like to drink?” he asked, as he stepped over to the bar. “I have Champagne chilling.”

  “Are we celebrating?”

  He started to fill two flutes with the bubbly wine. “Should we be?”

  “I was curious. Wondering . . .”

  He handed me a glass. “It’s that wondering that seems to get in the way of us.” He motioned for me to sit down on the dark leather sectional across the room.

  We both took several sips before I placed my glass down. “Us, Colby is something I’m not sure . . . exactly what does that mean?”

  Christopher sat back comfortably. “It can mean what we want it to. For me, it means that we are free to pursue more.”

  “We will need to make a few things clear.”

  He chuckled and positioned himself toward me. “I’m all ears.”

  “I don’t share.”

  “Neither do I. Next.”

  “I’m serious. If we are going to see where this goes between us, there can’t be any other women.”

  He sat up. “Quinn, it’s a done deal. You have my word. I also expect the same from you.”

  I laughed, “You can trust me.”

  “Can I?”

  “What does that mean?”

  “You have your own line of suitors. The moment things get hard or serious, how do I know you won’t flock to one of them?”

  I sneered at him. “Are you kidding me? Your whores will be out for blood the moment they find out you’re off the market.”

  “That may be true, but I know what I want. You on the other hand . . .”

  I stood up. “Me! You’re questioning if I can keep my legs closed, you asshole! That’s calling the kettle black. You are a known womanizer and yet you’re questioning me?” I yelled as I circled the room.

  Christopher sat back grinning and I wanted to rip that smile off his face. “Quinn, all I said was that I know that I want this.” He stood and started to approach me. “I know that you are all that I want.” He stepped in front of me and wrapped his arm around my back. “I want to make sure that I am all that you want too,” he whispered in my ear.

  I forcibly exhaled as chills ran through my body. “As long as I can trust you, I will want you.”

  Christopher nibbled behind my
ear as he brought me in closer to him. I stood limp, appreciating the feel of his lips as he took his time exploring the area.

  “Are you hungry?” he asked. I nodded.

  He took hold of my hand and I followed him back through the foyer into the kitchen. He pulled out a chair at the small kitchen table that held two place settings. I noticed the formal dining area and was surprised we weren’t sitting there. “Is this an informal dinner?”

  “I thought we could talk more openly in an informal setting. Constance’s idea. If you would prefer—”

  “No. She is right. I like eating in the kitchen. My dining room rarely gets used.”

  “As a kid, eating in the kitchen meant I was hiding out or stealing a snack. My mother didn’t allow snacking in between meals.”

  “Speaking of Millicent, has she called you yet?”

  “Immediately after you left,” he said with a smirk.

  “Vanessa spared no time in telling your mother about us, I take it?”

  “I told her since she liked to report to my mother, she could pack her things and head up to her office.”

  That surprised me. “Did she?”

  “After the initial shock wore off, she realized I was serious when I called Human Resources in front of her directing them to find me a new assistant.” He chuckled with his head in the refrigerator.

  “I’m sure Millicent had a lot to say?”

  “The usual. Nothing to concern yourself with,” he answered, and uncorked a bottle of wine.

  “Christopher, your mother is our boss.”

  “So is your father, however I’m not worried. As long as we disclose the relationship we aren’t violating any rules. Which reminds me, we need to sign some papers.”

  “You tried to take over his company. Joseph’s not going to be thrilled, to say the least.”

  Christopher stopped what he was doing and looked at me. “You hated me and now look where we are. I’m not saying Joseph and I are buddy, buddy, but I think we have a mutual respect for each other.”

  “Maybe in business, however, you’re sleeping with his daughter; I wouldn’t hold my breath. Even though I’m a grown woman, I keep my private life away from my father.”

  “Rightfully so,” he said thoughtfully, and poured two glasses of wine; and moved around the kitchen again.

  “Do you need any help?”

  “I think I can manage,” he chuckled.

  I watched Christopher maneuver around the kitchen while drinking my wine and it was a sight to see. Everything the man did was sexy and watching him only stirred up thoughts of me being bent over the table. “Was what Constance said really true?”

  “What was that?”

  “You have never had a woman over to your home before.”

  “You’re the first,” he said, not turning around.

  “That’s hard to believe. Did you recently move in?”

  He turned to look at me. “No. Why does that seem to surprise you? This is my home.”

  “Exactly. Come on; you have had your share of women.”

  “Not in my home.” He placed a plate in front of me and sat down. “Why are you surprised by that?”

  “Not sure. Knowing that . . . I’m more surprised that you asked me here.”

  “I told you, you’re different.”

  “You did. I’m wondering if that’s the case, you’re used to being with certain . . . types of women . . . well, don’t take this personally, but being at the top of a bunch of whores isn’t flattering.”

  He took a bite of his chicken, a sip of his wine, and wiped his mouth before he answered. “Yet, you consider yourself one?”

  “What? No! I’m only saying—”

  “Most of the women in which I found companionship were high level executives such as you. I did find comfort in others, and the ones I spent more time with were in a like-minded way as me. You, on the other hand . . . seemed to be far from the same mindset, or so I thought.”

  “You thought correct.”

  “So you tell me.”

  I didn’t even question what that was supposed to mean. I started to eat my delicious chicken. “Constance is an incredible cook.”

  “I’ll pass that on. She made a chocolate mousse for dessert.”

  “Why didn’t we start with that first?”

  He laughed. I was serious. “You keep talking that way and I may become jealous of the affection you have for Constance.”

  “Colby, if you could cook like this, there would be no contest.”

  He got up and took the mousse out of the refrigerator and placed it in front of me. I laughed, excited to dig in, but when Christopher glided his finger through the mousse and spread it on my chin, I paused.

  I watched as he leaned over, sticking his tongue out as the tip flicked the creamy goodness into his mouth before he hummed. “Mmm, this does taste delicious.”

  I stared at him. My appetite was now gone and I was a bit pissed off because that mousse looked good. I grabbed hold of his face and scowled.

  “What’s the matter? Did you want a taste?” He chuckled.

  I pulled him in and forced an entrance into his chocolate coated mouth, sucking the remainder of the mousse then pushed him back. “It does taste good.”

  His eyes darkened, and before he could continue, I placed a hand on his shoulder.

  “You said dinner.”

  “I said we would eventually eat dinner.” He forcibly pushed back his chair, grabbed me, and lifted me over his shoulder.

  I hung in shock and elated at the strength I didn’t know he possessed. “You haven’t even shown me around the house yet!” I laughed.

  He swatted my ass and walked us into the foyer and turned me around. “You’ve seen the living area.” He turned again. “My office.” I pinched his butt. “Not done.” He turned. “We’ll be back there later.” He referred to the kitchen. “A bunch of other unimportant rooms are over here and then my bedroom.” He walked into the last door.

  “I’m getting dizzy!”

  “You said you admired the circular floor plan,” he said, and placed me down next to a large platform bed with a million pillows.

  “No round bed?” He shook his head and started to undress me. “I must say, it’s refreshing to see that you have a sense of humor.”

  “Maybe one day you’ll take down that wall, and we can see yours.”

  I swatted his shoulder. “That’s not funny.”

  He left on my bra and panties and started to undress.

  “Quinn, when was the last time you relaxed?”

  “I was on a tropical island with you, asshole.”

  “Yet that wall of yours stayed up the entire time.”

  “You know why!” My eyes trailed down to his erect member as he removed his underwear.

  “Even so, you weren’t able to fully relax.”

  Christopher turned me around and unsnapped my bra. “We were in bed for a full day! I think that’s pretty relaxing.” I chuckled and faced him.

  He smirked. “Maybe so, but feel this?” He started to massage my shoulders and I tensed up.

  “Ouch!”

  “That’s not being relaxed. I want you to try to trust me,” he said, as his fingers glided down my left breast, circling my perky nub.

  “I said—”

  “Try to trust me.” He pinched it.

  The pain spoke directly to my aching core. “I said that I do.”

  He slid my panties off and now we both stood naked. Me, waiting, while he stood there in thought. “Colby?”

  He walked out of the room, and I stood confused, a bit peeved, and needy. When he came back with a piece of cloth in his hand, I asked, “Are we going to do this?”

  He stood in front of me. “Let’s see how much you trust me.” He lifted up a scarf, turned me around, and placed it over my eyes. “Shall we play?”

  “I’ll take a cab, Christopher.”

  “No need. I’ll have the driver drop me at the office, and he will return
when you are ready,” he said. His hand slid up my leg and under my skirt as he squeezed my thigh.

  “Thank you.”

  He leaned in and asked, “What was that?”

  I kissed him. “Thank you, you ass.”

  He smirked, and placed a firm kiss on my lips. I slid back on the leather seat as his body pressed harder against mine. The kiss quickly became a make out session, and everything was forgotten; especially, the driver who sat in the front seat. When we came up for air, I remembered why we were here. “I’m going to be late.”

  “All right.” His hand slid higher and started to stroke my panty clad folds. “Always ready . . .” he whispered in my ear, as he placed a few more kisses behind it.

  “I’ll see you tonight,” I moaned. His fingers continued to stroke up and down my panties. “Colby.” I panted. My eyes wide and now aware that the driver was still there. “Not here,” I whispered disappointingly. “I better go.”

  He gave me one last kiss on the lips and huskily whispered, “Hurry.”

  He didn’t have to tell me twice. The sooner I was able to get through the meeting, the faster I’d be back at Christopher’s and in his bed.

  “Paige, it’s good to see you.” I sat down as the last of the group of women arrived. Once a month, a few of the top female executives from Fortune 500 companies met and discussed issues in the workplace related to women. Our goal was to share strategies and solutions regarding these issues and bring them back to our companies to help improve the culture. We also worked with young women in our communities to support and educate future leaders.

  The meeting usually lasted a few hours. Then, we took another hour to enjoy each other’s company. I happened to be sitting next to Paige who ran one of the top social media internet sites in the country. We had finished the topic regarding banning the word “bossy.” We had discussed the impact it had on young ladies growing up and how the “B” word was carried through into adulthood, although changed from being bossy to being a bitch. Two words that place labels on girls and women. We all agreed to join in on the campaign headed by a powerful female executive and the celebrity ads had started to take place.