The Stand Off

by Z. Stefani

  “Or I could pop it for you,” he said as he grabbed the top of her shirt and yanked it apart until just the top buttoned popped off.

  “Asshole!” she yelled and pushed against his chest.

  He let go of her, and she promptly drew the top of her shirt together. She took a generous step back as he grinned.

  “You disgusting, over sexed,” she began, but he cut her off.

  “If you let me fuck you for the next 24 hours, I will make sure that your business is not disturbed until the final destruction date.”

  She stood silently for a moment as she fought the stimulation his words had brought. His aggression was hypnotic and overly intoxicating.

  “There won’t be a destruction day.”

  “It’s set in stone; you couldn’t stop it if you wanted to,” he reminded her.

  “We’ll see.”

  “There’s nothing you can do, baby.”

  He ran his hand down her cheek, and she slapped it away.

  “Don’t look so smug; you’re not going to win this. I will dedicate all of my time to finding out every bit of dirt on you.”

  “You’re wasting your time. That building is coming down, slander or not. But you could make the time in between much easier for yourself. All that you have to do is bend over my desk and pull up your skirt.”

  “That fact that you think that I would trade 24 hours of sex for a temporary peace treaty is astounding to me. Hubris has pickled your brain,” she began but immediately closed her mouth when the fire alarm suddenly screeched through the building.

  Although she felt relief when she heard the sound, part of her wished she had a few more minutes to continue her conversation with Dean. Nevertheless, her time was up.

  Dean, on the other hand, was so focused on Lux that he didn’t seem to notice the loud alarm.

  “Well thank you for the unenlightening conversation; I’ll see you soon.”

  With that she turned and rushed over to the door.

  “We’re not done; get your ass back here!” he demanded as he headed towards her.

  “We’re done,” she said before she sprinted out of the office and slammed the door behind her. As she rushed past his secretary, she could hear him turning the door handle. She sped up even though she knew that she was safe; she’d made it out in the nick of time.

  Dean had watched the door slam closed moments before he swung it back open. As he watched her rush down the hallway he fought the urge to chase her and carry her back into his office. His cock was painfully erect, and he felt deeply deprived. His body was demanding that he chase after her, but his brain held him back. He walked back into his office and slammed the door harder than necessary. He looked down at the road block in the middle of his office and grinned despite his anger. She really was something else, the likes of which he’d never encountered before. The likes of which he’d like to encounter again… but more frequently.

  Lux walked nonchalantly out of the front doors before she bolted to the truck. Pixie had the car in drive by the time Lux jumped in the passenger’s side. Pixie didn’t hesitate and drove off before Lux’s door was fully shut.

  “One of those security guards spotted me pulling the alarm,” Pixie said with a grin.

  “What did you say?”

  “I told him I smelt smoke and ran. So how did it go with Dean Blake?”

  “I’m pretty sure I made things worse,” Lux admitted.

  “But you knew that before you went in,” Pixie gave her the look.

  “I did. Go ahead, get it over with,” Lux pursed her lips as she looked at her sister.

  “I told you so,” Pixie sang with a smile before turning up the music.

  Lux looked out the window and tried not to think about Dean for the remainder of the ride.

  When Pixie pulled up in front of the music hall, Lux saw that her friends were removing the last of the road blocks. They had lined them all up on the sidewalk down the street.

  “You girls are amazing; thank you so much.” Lux smiled in relief and hugged her friends.

  “We started the second they left,” Graves said.

  “The main guy, Floyd, told us that they were leaving for the night and would not be back until morning,” Kiki explained.

  “He just volunteered that information?” Lux asked in skeptically.

  “Yes.” Graves nodded.

  “Floyd likes Kiki; I think that’s why he told us… so adamantly,” Lolo said with a chuckle.

  “He feels bad, he said so himself, that’s why he told us,” Kiki corrected her.

  “Yeah right,” Graves scoffed.

  “You didn’t tell him about the band tomorrow night did you?” Lux asked.

  “It’s not like he would say anything,” Kiki defended him.

  “Of course he’s going to say something; Dean Blake is his boss,” Lux retorted.

  “Let’s just cross that bridge when we get to it,” Graves suggested.

  “If we get to it,” Kiki interrupted her.

  “Oh, I’m sure we will get to it,” Lux mumbled more to herself, knowing that Dean would take any opportunity to torture her.

  “If we hurry, we can have everything cleared and set up before the band gets here to practice,” Pixie said.

  They were all headed into the building when Lux received an email alert on her phone. Her stomach dropped; she already knew who it was.

  To: Lux Hart

  From: Dean Blake

  Subject: Not finished

  ____________________

  We will finish that conversation

  -Dean

  To: Dean Blake

  From: Lux Hart

  Subject: Finished

  ____________________

  Don’t bet on it

  ***

  The next morning, Lux awoke the very second that her alarm rang. She jumped out of bed, threw on her robe, and ran downstairs. She headed outside in the fresh morning air to see that her prediction had come true. The front of the lounge had been completely barricaded, and they had doubled the amount of roadblocks. To add insult to injury, there were thick layers of red tape across the front and the do no enter signs were back. All their hard work in removing the blockades had been for naught, but she had known that before she began the task.

  What disturbed her most was seeing the workmen carrying out boxes of music equipment. She watched as Floyd headed towards her with a rather large box.

  “I wasn’t sure where you would want the piano. Your sister Kiki told me that it is very valuable to you,” Floyd said with a smile.

  “What the hell are you doing with our instruments?” Lux barked at him.

  “Mr. Blake told us to pack up everything in the lounge and give it all to you. He also said to make sure that nothing got damaged in the process,” he informed her with a smile; obviously thinking it would appease her.

  “I want you to put everything back where you found it right now!” She was not the least bit pleased.

  “I wish that I could, but I can’t; I’m really sorry.” He shrugged and went back to work.

  Lux took a deep steadying breath, trying desperately to calm down. She even began to count to ten but unfortunately she wasn’t able to make it past three. She cursed, called Dean a few choice names, and headed towards her car.

  She didn’t waste time; she drove straight to Dean’s office. She parked her car in front, rushed into the building, and headed to the elevator. She couldn’t get to him fast enough. She felt her anger surge and her nerves rattle as the elevator stopped at the top floor.

  She stormed past the smiling receptionist and headed down the hall to Dean’s office. She was greeted by Dean’s smiling secretary.

  “Mr. Blake is in a meeting, he cannot be disturbed.” The secretary said.

  “What’s your name?” Lux asked impatiently.

  “Amelia,” she answered hesitantly.

  “Hi, I’m Lux. Amelia, how many times do we have to go through this? Every time I come here, I tel
l you that I have an appointment, but you still deny me entrance to his office. Every time I come, he lets me right in, why would you think today would be any different?”

  “Um, because he’s in an important meeting,” she repeated.

  “Isn’t every meeting important?”

  “Yes.” she nodded.

  “Then why is this one so special?”

  “He’s really not in his office this time, he’s in the boardroom,” she explained.

  “Just point in the direction, I’ll take it from there,” Lux urged her.

  “Will you take full blame if he’s mad?”

  “I would love nothing more,” she smiled wolfishly.

  Amelia pointed towards the opposite hallway. “Just keep going straight until you hit the large double doors.”

  “Thanks, I’ll tell him you tried your hardest to stop me.” She smiled as she headed in the direction that Amelia pointed towards.

  It was another hallway that led to two monstrously large, distorted-glass doors. She took a deep breath before she grabbed the oversized, platinum door handle. She opened the door and walked directly into the boardroom. She almost grinned, realizing Amelia wasn’t giving the standard issued excuse this time; Dean really was in an important meeting.

  All five of the men sitting around the table looked at her, but Dean raised his brow.

  She ignored the stares as she walked over to stand by Dean.

  “Your men are trying to remove things from my building; valuable instruments. There is also an obscene amount of red tape on the doors preventing anyone from entering,” she spoke directly to Dean in a controlled voice.

  “I told them to deliver them to you… undamaged,” he answered.

  “And I told you to leave everything where it was,” she lowered her voice.

  “Now is not the time,” he said with a look that sent a shiver down her spine.

  “Now is the time.”

  “We will discuss this later, now I suggest you leave,” he said as his eyes bored into hers.

  “I’m not leaving until you call off your dogs. I want my stuff put back where it belongs, and I want those doors unblocked.” She sat on the edge of the table, refusing to leave until it was done.

  “Give me your phone,” he demanded.

  He grabbed her cell phone out of her hand the moment she pulled it from her fringy, black purse. He quickly dialed his phone number and then handed it back to her. He grabbed his cellphone and stored her number in his phone before he dialed his men.

  “Leave everything for now and remove the barricade until further notice,” he instructed them as he put the phone on speaker so she could hear.

  “Yes Sir,” the voice drifted out of the speaker.

  He abruptly turned off his phone as he stared at her, “Now go.”

  She glared at him for another moment before she got off the table and sashayed out of the room. She had no more then made it to the elevator when she got a text from him. She rolled her eyes; she’d watched him store her number in his phone, she expected this text.

  D.B

  ___

  That is going to cost you Miss Hart. Meet me at Shush, 7:00 sharp.

  She glared at her phone and deleted the text. Less than a minute later she received another one from him.

  D.B

  ___

  If you’re not there, I will come and get you.

  She texted him back as fast as she could.

  Lux <3

  ___

  You can come if you want, but there’s no way I’ll let you in.

  D.B

  ___

  You don’t have to. I will find a way in and then I will carry you out

  Lux <3

  ___

  You wouldn’t dare

  D.B

  ___

  Would you bet on that? 7:00

  ***

  After Dean’s board meeting was over, his secretary ran up to him in tears.

  “I am so sorry, Mr. Blake! She told me that you were expecting her. I tried to stop her but,”

  “I was expecting her,” he cut her off.

  “So it was okay to let her in?” She asked, obviously shocked that he was not furious.

  “Yes,” he answered.

  “So should I let her in next time as well?” Amelia asked.

  “I want you to let her in every time that she comes,” he instructed.

  “Even if you’re in a board meeting?” She needed to make sure.

  “Especially if I’m in a board meeting,” he finished before walking away.

  Shush

  Lux had never been to the restaurant Shush before and had to put it in her GPS just to find it. Shush was a level of elite that she couldn’t even fully comprehend. It wasn’t even designed like a normal restaurant with an open floor plan. This restaurant catered to the privacy of its diners. It also catered to the richest of rich, only the wealthiest were allowed to enter. She entered the restaurant and was momentarily stunned by the elegance. The furniture was the palest of ivory and the deep mahogany wood was almost black in appearance. Everything was accessorized in gold and considering the wealth that dinned here, she suspected it was 24kt gold. She was glad she had worn one of her more professional outfits.

  The server greeted her and led her over to a secluded table towards the back. It was an area that didn’t seem to be a part of the restaurant, despite the matching décor. It was almost a small world upon its own, it was so well secluded.

  Dean was waiting for her at the table when she arrived. He was looking as handsome as ever, despite the smug look on his face. His plain, dark suit fit his muscular body to perfection and she wondered what he looked like beneath all of that fabric. His dark hair was slightly tousled as if he’d recently run his hand through it and his pale grey eyes shone with arrogance.

  “You’re late,” he barked.

  She pulled her silver pocket watch out of her blazer pocket and looked at the time.

  “Only by three minutes,” she scoffed as she sat down in the chair across from him.

  “Would you like something to drink?” the server asked politely.

  “I won’t be ordering, thank you,” she answered.

  “Bring her a glass of wine,” Dean instructed.

  The waiter nodded and left the table.

  “I’m not staying long enough to drink.”

  “Yes you are.”

  “I don’t have the time.”

  “Make the time,” he snapped at her. “What you did today was unacceptable.”

  “No, you sending your men to remove all of the instruments from the lounge was unacceptable,” she countered.

  “I gave you ample time to move your things from my property.”

  “I want my building back.”

  “That’s not an option. As you know, I own that part of the building and everything in it. You should be thankful that I am returning your things undamaged. I’ve been lenient enough to let you keep that club going, despite the fact that you’re holding up my plans. But my patience can only be pushed so far.”

  “Lenient? You call that lenient?” she spat.

  “Yes,” he answered with a straight face and a nod.

  “I would hate to see your version of hard.”

  “I would love to show you,” He confessed and almost grinned when he saw a hint of curiosity flash across her face before it was replaced by feigned shock.

  “I want you to keep your men off my property,” she blurted.

  “That’s not an option; I need that place torn down. You know that won’t be the last time that they come.”

  “Then that won’t be the last time that I barge in on one of your meetings.”

  “Be warned, next time you barge in, I will send everyone out of that room, bend you over my knee and beat your ass.”

  “You and your idle threats,” she shook her head and shifted in her seat as she felt her vagina begin to warm up.

  He continued as if he didn’t hear her,
“Then I’ll slide my fingers deep inside of you and finger fuck you until you apologize for your behavior.”

  She withheld her gasp and the look of shock trying to reach her eyes. She wasn’t shocked by his words, he was an over sexed tyrant who said whatever he wanted and she was used to it by now. No, she was shocked at her body’s aggressive reaction to him. She wanted to grab him and kiss him, she wanted to insult him until he made good on his threat. She felt her clit pulse as her nipples tightened to a painful degree and she almost cringed. She slipped her hand below the table and pinched her outer thigh until she felt her anxiety and her desire subside.