One
Night
By
Sydney Canyon
One Night © 2013 Sydney Canyon
Triplicity Publishing, LLC
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form without permission.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Printed in the United States of America
First Edition – 2013
Cover Design: Triplicity Publishing, LLC
Interior Design: Triplicity Publishing, LLC
Acknowledgements
Special thanks to Lee Fitzsimmons for correcting my mistakes.
I would also like to thank my special Canadian friend, for her eagle eyes.
Dedication
This book is dedicated to my family for allowing me to dream big.
It's also dedicated to a woman I met, but never knew.
One
Caylen Jarrett walked into her office slinging her briefcase on top of her dark colored, oak wood desk. The bookcases along the wall matched the large desk. Various awards and degrees filled up one of the walls and three pictures titled Success, Power, and Indulgence hung on the opposite wall. Thick, burgundy wine colored carpet contrasted nicely with the sand colored walls. The office building was two stories high with four large offices on the top floor along with two conference rooms. Four small offices and six cubicles were all located on the bottom floor. The receptionist's desk was the first thing you saw when you walked through the main double doors of the building. Caylen called out to her secretary when she saw her walk by the doorway.
"Sara, can you get me the Culver Management Group file, please? I'll need about an hour to go over their adjustments with them on the phone so hold my calls until…" she paused to look at the platinum Rolex on her left wrist. "Nine, thanks."
"Sure, Ms. Jarrett, anything else? Would you like some coffee? I'm headed that way," Sara asked. She had been with Jarrett Financial Corporation for the past five years and finally worked her way up to the Vice President's secretary. They developed a great working relationship right from the start.
"No thanks," Caylen smiled thinly before going back into her office. She was thirty-three years old and the VP for the company that her father and uncle had started. Her father passed away four years ago and her uncle Herbert ‘Herb' Jarrett took over the President/CEO position and promoted her into the VP position. They had a Director of Sales and a Director of Accounting below them, followed by a few other managers and sales consultants as part of their firm.
Caylen turned on her computer and quickly went to work checking her email and examining the stock market. The black phone on her desk beeped to announce an intercom call so she hit the speaker phone button.
When she heard her uncle's deep voice, Caylen picked up the receiver.
"When you have a minute, I want to see where we stand on the Kent Account," he said.
"I'm about to go into a conference call with the Culver Group, but I'll meet with you when I'm finished," she said scrolling through the new mail in her inbox.
"That's fine," he said ending the call.
Herb Jarrett was like a second father to Caylen and she respected him in the business world. JFC was known as one of the biggest investment banking companies in the United States. Being based out of Santa Barbara, California was a plus. Caylen could hop a direct flight to most of the places she went to meet clients.
~
Caylen ran a hand through her short, light brown hair when she finished her conversation with the Culver Group. She had just finished discussing their decision to spread out another quarter of a million dollars in various mutual fund accounts. Talking people into making business deals was what she was good at which was exactly what her Uncle Herb wanted to talk about. Kent Petroleum Company was an account that they'd been after for years and he was going to send her to schmooze with them deep in the heart of Texas.
Caylen sat in the chair across from his large desk, staring at him. Herbert Jarrett had darker brown hair and a thin mustache. He was just over six feet tall and beginning to get a small gut, but he still appeared much younger than his fifty seven years. In fact, he looked a lot like her father before he died.
"I think three days out there should suffice. Roger Kent is a hard ass and you'll have to take him to a titty bar or he'll never talk to you on his level," Herb said without missing a beat. He knew his niece was a lesbian and seeing a few naked women while throwing around a few thousand dollars wouldn't matter much to her.
"I'll set it up today and leave Monday," She said.
"If anyone can pull the corn cob out of his ass, it's you, C.J. You're just like your old man. I swear he could talk a realtor into buying oceanfront property in Tennessee." He shook his head and smiled. Caylen smiled back. Her father was an amazing man. She missed him, and cursed the day a drunk driver ran him off the road.
"I'm going to Ricardo's for lunch today, want to join me?" She asked before leaving the room "I can't today I'm meeting your Aunt Vivian at the travel agency to go over Henry's wedding present. We're giving them a honeymoon trip." Henry Robertson was Vivian's sister's son and had moonlighted over the years as a god child to Herbert and Vivian since they couldn't have children.
"Tell her I said hi. Isn't the wedding in three or four months? I know I saw the invitation in the mail."
"Yeah, I don't remember the exact date but Vivian's going nuts helping Nancy plan the wedding since the bride's mother isn't in the picture much anymore."
"Oh, that's too bad."
"Think you'll ever settle down one day?" He shot a sideways glance at her. The question caught her off guard. She'd dated and had minimal relationships. She was heir to a fortune and already a millionaire just from working there. Most women wanted her for that one reason. Yes, she was attractive at five foot seven with a trim athletic build and intense blue eyes, but none of that mattered when the women learned who she was.
"I don't know. I haven't caught a fish yet worth keeping. I have to toss them back faster than I get them in the boat." She smiled and waved as she went back down the hall to her own office.
Caylen was just about to go into her office when Sara called out to her. She spun around on her heels, facing the shorter woman.
"Yes," Caylen said.
"I have a message for you to call Larry Davis with Eternity Lifeline Company."
"Did he say it was urgent?"
"No, he just asked that you return his call."
"Okay." Caylen took the note. "I need you to book me on a flight to Houston Monday morning, please, and returning Wednesday night."
"Yes, ma'am."
Caylen sat down behind her desk once again. Thank God it's Friday.
She spent the rest of the day on and off of the phone with her nose attached to the computer screen. She didn't leave the office until close to seven p.m. and promised her best friend Margo that she'd meet her for dinner at seven. She was already ten minutes late.
~
"I was about to call you," Margo said when Caylen sat down across from her.
Caylen had shed her black suit jacket and the light blue blouse she was wearing made her eyes seem brighter in the low lighting.
"Long day. I'm headed to Texas on Monday, sort of at the last minute, so I needed to have my ducks in a row." Caylen ordered a chicken soup bowl and spring rolls off of the Vietnamese menu.
"C.J., you work too hard." Margo shook her head, her shoulder length auburn hair swinging back and forth. They'd been best friends since they dated once three
years ago and realized they'd make perfect friends, but nothing else.
"And you don't?" Caylen asked with a smirk.
"I'm an executive for a mortgage broker firm. I think we both know I put in my fair share of hours, but I don't fly all over the damn country every month either."
"True." Caylen trained her chopsticks on the bowl of chicken and noodles in front of her. "I'm not gone every month though."
"Yes, but you're gone at least every other month and usually for a week at a time."
"I'll only be gone two nights this time," Caylen replied with a mouth full of noodles.
"When do you leave?"
"Monday."
"Let's relax this weekend. I was thinking of going golfing, want to go?"
Caylen raised an eyebrow.
"C.J. golf is a relaxing sport. You should give it a try." Margo rolled her eyes at her impossible friend.
"What the hell," she shrugged. "Sign me up, but I'm only playing nine and make it tomorrow. Not too early though. I need to clean my condo Sunday."
"Really? I should be able to get us into Mallard Cove around ten."
"Okay, it's a date."
Two
Caylen was reading a business magazine in the first class section of the plane while trying to stretch her legs. She had sore muscles that she never knew existed from playing golf with Margo. Surprisingly, she actually had fun and promised to go again when she had time. She used the gym in her condo complex and jogged on the weekends, but playing nine holes of golf kicked her ass.
Spending all of the next day cleaning her two story loft style condo probably didn't help matters. The first floor was cherry hardwood with matching furniture and the upstairs loft, which was her bedroom and bathroom, had crème colored carpet. The condo was oceanfront and cost her close to two million dollars, but it was prime real estate and Margo got her a deal she couldn't pass up. Not that she needed a deal, money wasn't a problem. The location and style was what sold her. Most of the parking was covered and that was an additional selling point. Her Bentley would be kept out of the sun.
The only reason she had the ridiculously expensive car was because her father had just bought it and paid cash for it, a month before he died. He was actually driving his second car, a BMW seven hundred series, the night he died. He left Caylen his black Bentley in his will and she was about to go buy a new car anyway, before he died, so she decided to keep it. It was one more reason for the gold digging lesbians and some straight women to come after her. Other than her car and home, Caylen didn't throw money around. She merely sat on it like a nest egg. Besides, what was she going to buy? She was thirty-three and single with no children.
Caylen met the car service that was there to pick her up and take her straight to the Hilton when her plane landed. She called Roger Kent to announce her arrival and confirm their early afternoon meeting for the following day while on the way to the hotel.
~
By the time the meeting was over, Caylen was worn out. The old-time oil tycoon had drilled her from the minute she presented him with an investment plan. It took four hours for them to come up with a custom plan that suited his needs as well as his ego. After that she took Kent, his VP, and Director of Operations to a five-star restaurant and ate close to a thousand dollar dinner which she paid for.
After dinner, they were on their way to one of Texas' most prominent topless clubs in the company limo. Caylen was glad she pulled a couple thousand dollars from the bank so she'd have cash since these guys were planning on milking her as long as they could.
"I have to say, Ms. Jarrett, this is one of the finest business deals that I've seen in a long time. I believe our companies will work well together," Kent said smiling. He toasted her glass of champagne as the car pulled up in front of the main doors of the club.
"I agree whole-heartedly, Mr. Kent." She finished her glass and got out of the car when the driver opened the door.
They were all dressed in black business suits. The three men had on ties and Caylen was wearing a blue blouse with tiny black pinstripes. She quickly followed Roger Kent as he led them to a table on the upper level in the back corner close to a small stage with a stainless steel pole jutting from the middle. A topless blond was exiting the stage as they took their seats.
The club was upscale. Caylen wondered if you actually had to be in a business suit to even walk through the doors. She'd been in her share of strip clubs, but she'd never seen anything as classy as this place. As soon as the waitress came by, Roger Kent ordered a top shelf scotch, neat. Caylen ordered a glass of Johnnie Walker Blue Label on the rocks and looked around at the various women dancing on the poles as they rotated to each of the fifteen different small pole stages.
Their drinks arrived quickly and Caylen wanted to chug hers, but decided on just a small sip. She didn't have to say anything. She knew the men expected the night to continue on her dime. They wasted no time calling the dancers over immediately for lap dances. She sat back and watched the scenery instead of seeing the old men next to her with semi hardons.
"Hi," someone said.
Caylen heard the soft, yet unmistakable voice and looked up to meet the most sensual, smoky gray eyes that she'd ever seen. The dancer smiled and winked as she took her position on the stage. She appeared tall, probably due to the four inch platform shoes she was wearing. Her honey colored hair was wavy and fell just below her shoulders, all in one length. A thin sheen of sweat glistened against her olive skin as her muscular frame flexed in different directions.
Caylen thought she looked like a professional dancer. Her body was perfectly sculpted and her skin looked daringly soft. Caylen couldn't stop the puddle that was forming between her legs as the dancer's pelvis thrust against the floor of the stage, mimicking the missionary position. Her breasts were full and round with light brown areolas. The black thong she was wearing was practically a string of fabric with a thin piece of see-through lace material in the front, indicating that she was completely shaven. Caylen continued to watch as the woman twisted and turned slowly into various positions with the beat of the song that played. Her body formed into exquisite lines over and over again. The beautiful way she moved took Caylen's breath away.
As soon as the song ended, the dancer walked off of the stage and directly up to Caylen. Caylen spread her legs and the dancer stepped between them, sitting in her lap. Caylen had been in enough strip clubs entertaining clients over the years and knew to keep her hands to herself.
"Hi, I'm Candy Coated Rain Drop, Candy for short," She said showing off perfectly straight white teeth when she smiled.
"I'm C.J."
"Where are you from C.J.?"
"California."
"I've always wanted to go there on vacation," Candy said with another gorgeous smile as she wrapped her arms around Caylen's neck and whispered in her ear. The slight brush of her lips sent chills up Caylen's spine. When Candy put her hands in the back of Caylen's hair, Caylen felt her clit stiffen. She knew she was soaking wet.
"I couldn't help noticing you watching me with those sexy blue eyes. Would you like me to dance for you?"
"Sure," Caylen held her composure as Candy slid off of her and began her lap dance routine. She ran her body against Caylen's until her breasts slid across Caylen's face. Caylen couldn't help running her tongue between them. Candy looked down at her.
"It's hard to keep my hands off of you," Caylen whispered huskily, her libido was on overdrive. She'd never been this turned on just by looking at someone.
"I want to feel your hands on me," Candy said as she climbed up on her and straddled Caylen's legs. She took Caylen's hands and ran them all over her body. Neither woman noticed the men watching as Candy ran her hand over Caylen's crotch, forcing direct contact. Then, she spun around to grind her ass against her crotch as she leaned back into Caylen and ran her hands behind her into Caylen's hair once again. The seductive dance continued another minute until the song was finished. Candy leaned over and pressed her lips
softly to Caylen's and smiled. Caylen pulled out a hundred dollar bill and tucked it under the thin string on her thong. Candy leaned over whispering in her ear once more.
"Will I see you again?"
Caylen spoke low so only Candy could hear her. "I'm at the Hilton, room seven-sixteen." Caylen didn't usually pick women up when she was traveling, especially strippers, but this woman was too damn beautiful to pass up. Besides, it had been over a year since her last relationship and equally as long since she'd had sex. She didn't spend time chasing women and after the last nightmare, she decided to take some time off from women all together.
"Midnight," Candy whispered before standing up and walking away.
Caylen didn't get another dance from her, nor did she let anyone else dance on her. She politely turned down four or five women as she continued to pay for the men's evening of entertainment.
~
It was eleven-thirty by the time the limo dropped Caylen off at the hotel. She didn't give much thought to seeing Candy Coated Rain Drop, after Caylen saw her spend the next hour dancing all over a few different men. She jumped in the shower to relax before going to bed since she had an early flight back to San Diego. As soon as she stepped from the bathroom wearing an old pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt with nothing under them, she heard a knock at the door.
"Hi," Candy said when Caylen pulled the door open.
"Come in." Caylen was surprised to see the irresistible woman standing in front of her wearing jeans and a black t-shirt style halter top with black leather ankle boots. She was actually close in height to Caylen and maybe only an inch taller in her boots.
Before Caylen could say anything else Candy stepped forward, their bodies touching ever so slightly. She ran her hands up Caylen sides, stopping when she reached her face. The blue eyes looking back at her sparkled when Candy ran her finger over Caylen's soft lips. Caylen's lips parted to take the finger in. She sucked gently, never breaking eye contact with Candy.
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