The Adam & Eve Trilogy

by Paul Preston

A servant appeared to clear their plates and refill their wine glasses. Bella Lisa glanced into his eyes briefly and looked away.

  OK, you win. Game over.

  “So, am I forgiven yet?”

  Bella Lisa took another sip of wine, looking at him over the rim of the glass, then looked away again, petulantly.

  “I guess.”

  “May I ask if you’ve decided yet whether you’ll stay here with me this week?”

  Bella Lisa set her glass down, raised her chin defiantly and put her arms across her chest.

  “I’m still considering your proposal.”

  He’s a salesman. Let’s see how he closes the deal.

  “Ms. Mauricio, let’s be honest. This week means something quite different for each of us. For you, it would be an enjoyable little break between the pressures of finals week and the beginning of your life in the real world. You’ll have fun here; have some exciting experiences you can whisper about in the future to your girlfriends which no one will ever believe. You’ll leave after the week contract is up and not look back, erasing the debt your father owes me, so he can start with a clean slate and get his acting career back on track. When the current tenant’s lease ends next month, you and your father can move back into the condo. His debt to Fidelity Investments will also be paid off in full, my lawyer will ask the court to appoint you executor of his estate and his residual checks will be automatically deposited into an account to pay off the mortgage. By next month I am quite sure with your degree from Stanford and the contacts you’ll make distributing the funds of my charitable foundation, you’ll have whatever job you desire. You have a bright future, Ms. Mauricio. I’m sure you’ll eventually meet a guy closer to your own age, fall in love, marry, and have kids. In fact, the best days of your life are ahead of you…

  “For me, however, this week, this moment in time, will be the highlight of my life. Being with you, even just for these few minutes while we shared a meal, has ruined it for me with any other woman. Your beautiful face, your vulnerable trusting eyes, your lovely thick long hair, the way your full breasts peek out from under the lingerie, how your high heels make the cleavage of your smooth firm cheeks arch up to me as you walk, how the sweet luscious lips of your sex open and glisten when you look at me… all these memories, I’ll never forget them, I’ll carry them with me for the rest of my life. For these few short days and nights we have together, I wish you could just drop your inhibitions and explore the chemistry we both felt on the special night we met at the theater, four years ago. Your normal life will be waiting for you when our time together is through. If you only allow me, Ms. Mauricio, I promise you the most intensely pleasurable experiences you’ve ever felt, without any pain...”

  As he said the word pain, he closed his eyes, sat back and rubbed the throbbing inguinal ache. When he opened his eyes again, Williamson thought he detected a worried look in Bella Lisa’s eyes.

  “And perhaps you could even soothe this alien creature, this savage beast that lives constantly within me and plagues me so...”

  After the shooting pain receded, he continued.

  “I know you are deep down an adventurous spirit who likes to try new things. You really have nothing to lose if you say yes, and everything to gain. What do you say, Ms. Mauricio?”

  “I’d like to say yes, I would, but unfortunately I have some trust issues with you, Mr. Williamson.”

  “Trust issues? Tell me, really, who has more to lose at this point? My financial empire is now worth close to three quarters of a billion dollars. Even with the confidentiality agreement in place, one word from you and it all comes crashing down. You already have a strong case against me for kidnapping, by my detaining you here. Making you wear the lingerie and staring at you the way I do is surely a form of sexual harassment. Right now, even without laying one finger on you, you would easily win a judgment against me in criminal court and a multimillion dollar settlement in the civil court. After my particular peccadilloes are revealed, my businesses would implode. After all, who would do business with me again, after my corrupt and immoral actions become front page news fodder? Hundreds of hard-working staff would be laid off and eventually I would be the one scrambling to pay the huge mortgage on this building, all done with one little phone call from you. Trust issues, Ms. Mauricio? Who’s really got more to lose here? I’m hoping the kindness in your eyes is authentic and you won’t try to ruin me…”

  “I would never do anything to hurt you or your businesses.”

  “Then you actually are a kindhearted person.”

  “It’s like a week at Club Med?” Bella Lisa asked.

  “Or Club Phillipe, if you prefer.”

  “A little break after graduating college?”

  “A little break, exactly…”

  “Mmmm. Well, there are a few things we need to discuss before I make my decision. First of all, making me walk around your home without panties or a bra—”

  Interrupting her, Williamson grabbed the contract off the side table and stood up, towering above her and read from it.

  “Sorry, that’s non-negotiable. Page 4, Section 3. ‘Nothing will be worn by Ms. Mauricio that will block or impede total access to the viewing of her body.’”

  “Not even a thong?”

  “Not even a thong.”

  “What about the elevator? I’ll go stir crazy if you keep me—”

  “Also, non-negotiable. If you decide to stay, you must stay here as my prisoner.”

  Bella Lisa looked up at his serious steely eyes. Mr. Williamson set the document down before her. She looked down at the contract, bit her upper lip, looked up at Williamson, and then looked down, biting her lower lip.

  I guess he does know how to close a deal.

  “OK, where do I sign?”

  Williamson instantly had the contract turned to the back page with one hand, holding out a pen to her with the other. Bella Lisa signed the contract, gave the pen back and he returned it to his inner jacket pocket.

  “Well, that’s that,” Bella Lisa said.

  “Yes, that is that,” Williamson said, closing the contract.

  A long silence passed between them. Williamson took a small sip of his wine. As he peered down at her, she felt like a mouse caught in the cage of a hungry python.

  Change the subject.

  “So, Mr. Williamson, what’s for desert?” Bella Lisa asked with a smile.

  Williamson put down his glass of wine and gazed at her from above.

  “You are.”

  Williamson started to slowly walk around the side of the table toward her.

  “I’m afraid of you,” she said, clutching the edge of the table with her fingers.

  “Don’t be. I promise to be gentle.”

  “But you said that according to the contract I didn’t have to—”

  “That’s correct, Ms. Mauricio. You may recall that I said the contract you just signed states explicitly you are under no obligation to touch me, however it doesn’t say anything about my not being able to touch you…”

  “You tricked me!”

  “Some contracts can be tricky…”

  Bella Lisa’s eyes drifted down to the erection bulging in his pants.

  “You’ll split me in half with that thing of yours.”

  “I’d certainly like to try, but not on our first night at least. I’ve set up an appointment tomorrow morning with my private physician, to start you on a round of birth control, if you don’t mind. Condoms have always been a little risky for me, as I can never find a brand that fits me properly, and I have a tendency of breaking through them. I certainly don’t want to make you pregnant.”

  How huge is this guy, if a condom can’t fit him? And he breaks through them?

  Bella Lisa shuddered.

  “Also, in case you didn’t notice, the copies of my medical record are within the body of the contract. I carry no sexually transmitted diseases. I’ll have you driven first thing tomorrow morning to my physician’s office. Alrig
ht?”

  No sex tonight.

  Bella Lisa couldn’t tell if she was relieved or disappointed.

  “OK, sure. That’s great. Let’s start our arrangement tomorrow then. Maybe we could watch TV. Hey! Do you get cable here? You said something earlier about an Entertainment Room? I was so busy studying for finals I missed the first few episodes of ‘True Blood’ on HBO. I think you’ll like that show. You actually kind of remind me of those vampire characters, except without the fangs. Hopefully.”

  “I am a creature of the night, it’s true, Ms. Mauricio,” Williamson said, inching closer to her, “but I assure you I am not one of the undead. No fangs, see?” he said, giving her a wicked smile.

  “Great, no fangs. That’s a relief at least,” she said, shivering at his smile.

  “But I would very much like to show you my Entertainment Room a little later.”

  “OK. I mean, if you don’t want to watch that show… I know, you seem like the sport’s fan type. Maybe there’s a football game on or something?”

  “The NFL Season doesn’t start for two more months,” Williamson said, his eyes gleaming.

  “Baseball, I meant. We could chill out. You could watch a Dodgers game.”

  “Dodgers lost to the Mets 7-6 in 10 innings. Day game today.”

  “Oh. Then what would you like to watch, Mr. Williamson?”

  “You…”

  OK, I walked right into that one.

  Williamson took a few more cougar-like steps toward her. She watched him not so much run but slither his fingertips along the edge of the polished surface of the table.

  She knew now she was being stalked. She wished he’d just get it over with and take her. What made her nervous was that she did not know exactly when he was going to strike. She sat up rigidly in her chair, on alert, scooting the chair back a few inches in case she had to get up and run. She thought about escaping and hiding from him in the servant’s wing. It would probably anger him, but he might not follow her in there.

  Which way was it again? South?

  “Perhaps we can watch the episodes you missed some other time. I have Time Warner Cable on Demand, so we could watch them any time you’d like later in the week. But tonight, I have something special planned. A surprise, Ms. Mauricio.”

  “A surprise? I love surprises!”

  “I thought you would. I’d like to take you to the theater.”

  “Oh, I love the theater! Is it in the same theater where we met? Is it a play? A musical?” she asked, sounding genuinely excited.

  “Not exactly. You’ll see when you get there. The next performance starts in two hours, so we have about an hour and a half to kill, before we have to leave.”

  As Williamson closed the space between himself and his prey, Bella Lisa suddenly pushed the chair back with her legs and stood up quickly. Like a gazelle, she made ready to dart away. As she stood up, her left breast bounced free of the camisole and once again she tucked herself back in, all under the cold metallic stare of Williamson.

  That’s right. Tuck yourself back in. Hide yourself from him. It’s sexier that way.

  “So should I get changed? I’ll need some time to—”

  “You’ll have plenty of time.”

  Bella Lisa began to slowly back away from the table toward the door, hoping not to stumble or fall in her high heels. For the first time since she entered the room, Williamson had a view of her whole body. His eyes became magnetized to her damp inner thighs. The lips of her sex were still spread wide open for his perusal, the pink shaved folds glistening with moisture.

  “You look so beautiful, Ms. Mauricio. May I ask, do you shave, down there?”

  “I’ve had… laser hair removal…there,” she admitted, knowing that this was probably not the best time to draw his attention further to that particular area of her body.

  “I must say, every time I see you, it takes my breath away…” Williamson said in a whisper, hardly breathing.

  “Thank you, I guess,” she said.

  Bella Lisa still felt a tingling sensation there, which seemed to grow in intensity the more Williamson admired her. Ever since Mrs. Potcia had anointed her with the fragrant oil, the bud of her clitoris felt swollen and sensitive, as if desiring to be touched and kissed, leaving her in a constant state of arousal. As he kept moving closer to her and she kept moving back, she couldn’t tell if she was actually scared, or if she was acting out a role he meant her to play, the damsel in distress, the young beautiful virgin about to be sacrificed to the Gods. Suddenly, she remembered which corridor led to the South Wing. She turned her back to Williamson and made a move toward the door. After briefly eyeing her back side, he reached out and caught her by the wrist, turning her back to him.

  “And where do you think you’re going, Ms. Mauricio?”

  “Nowhere. I just thought I’d—”

  Williamson looked deeply into her eyes.

  “Look at me, Ms. Mauricio. Look into my eyes. Please don’t be afraid of me. Give in to what you want. Submit to me.”

  Bella Lisa looked away from Williamson’s hypnotic eyes, her knees weak, his voice in her head.

  Submit to me…

  “Please let go of my wrist. Let’s start tomorrow.”

  “I’m afraid the contract is over a seven day period. Not six.”

  “Let go of me, you beast.

  “Beast? Is that what you think I am, Ms. Mauricio? Like the children’s fairy tale? A beast?”

  “Please… Just let go of my arm.”

  “Of course.”

  As soon as Williamson released her wrist, she took off running awkwardly in her high heels toward the door. He watched as she stumbled away, her sweet, beautifully rounded derriere lusciously revealed with each stride. Before his captive got too far away, he quickly ran around her, blocking her way out of the spacious room. Panicked, she lost her footing and fell forward. Williamson easily caught her before she reached the floor.

  He gently lifted her up, placing his strong arms about her.

  “Are you alright, Ms. Mauricio? Are you hurt?”

  “No, I’m fine. It’s these damn high heels.”

  “They look great on you. It makes you look so much taller. Of course, they also make it harder for you to escape…”

  “Please, Mr. Williamson. Please…”

  “Please what, Ma Cherie?”

  “This is all moving a bit too fast for—”

  Williamson held Bella Lisa close to him and tried to look her directly in her eyes.

  Bella Lisa cast her eyes downward.

  “All I want to offer you, Ms. Mauricio, is a week of pleasure beyond your wildest imagination. Starting right now. I know you don’t trust me yet, but I promise you, I will never hurt you, ever. I hope over the time we spend together this week, I may be able to earn your trust, little by little. Look at me, Ms. Mauricio.”

  Williamson placed two fingers under her chin and raised it, forcing her to look him directly in the eyes.

  “You must believe me. All I offer you is pleasure. There will be no pain. I will never hurt you. Do you understand?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good. And please don’t run off like that again. It upsets me. And you nearly got yourself hurt. I don’t know what I’d do if you ever got hurt. No running off, OK?”

  “OK. No running off.”

  Williamson took her hands in his. He spoke to her in a soft husky voice.

  “Now please try to look me in the eyes. Try not to look away.”

  “OK, I’ll try.”

  “You have the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Are you a little bit more relaxed?”

  “A little bit.”

  “Good. Now, if you give me a chance, I’ll show you something.”

  “What?”

  “I’ll show you that I know what arouses you. I mean, really arouses you. To be honest, you are aroused right now.”

  “No I’m not.”


  “Your body tells me differently. I can see your inner thighs. They’re slick with your wetness. The lips of your sex have opened for me. Don’t be afraid. Say it.

  “Say what?”

  “I’m not afraid of you. Say it.”

  “I’m not afraid of you.”

  “The lips of my sex have opened for you. Say it.”

  “Are you kidding? I’m not going to say that!”

  “No? Just try it. Like a game. Go ahead. Try. See what happens. See how it makes you feel. Are you embarrassed to say it? Are you ashamed?”

  “No.”

  “Then try it…”

  Bella Lisa took a deep breath, shut your eyes once, then opened them and looked down.

  “The lips of my sex have opened for you,” Bella Lisa whispered.

  “Good. Now can you say it while looking into my eyes?”

  Bella Lisa looked up and met his eyes. She felt as if she’d been holding on for the longest time by her fingertips to the edge of a high rocky cliff. When she looked up into his eyes and repeated the words, she finally released her grip, free-falling into the sensual world of Phillipe Williamson.

  “The lips of my sex have opened for you.”

  “And only for you.”

  “And only for you.”

  “Mmmm. Very nice…”

  Bella Lisa broke eye contact, casting her eyes downward. Williamson embraced her.

  “There’s no need to be ashamed, Ms. Mauricio. Now take my hand and come with me into the Entertainment Room. We’ll be more comfortable there and won’t be disturbed.”

  “I don’t want to get pregnant.”

  “Of course not. I promise you, Ms. Mauricio, I will not make you pregnant. I won’t even get inside you tonight, you have my word. Come with me. And relax.”

  Williamson led Bella Lisa by the hand down a dimly lit corridor and into a large comfortable room. There were three long black leather couches arranged in a U-shape and a large coffee table in the middle, with a pitcher of ice water and two glasses upon it. A large flat screen TV was mounted on the far wall, surrounded by an expansive video library. Williamson dimmed the lights, lit two candles on the coffee table and approached Bella Lisa in the flickering shadows. Bella Lisa felt light-headed, the two glasses of wine making her a little dizzy.