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  Brandon and his brothers were probably some of the biggest players that there were. Being rich and successful, it came with the packaging. Women were attracted to that and without any conceit, Brandon knew that they were handsome as well as successful, which made the package much more appealing, as far as women were concerned. With that being said, they never took what wasn’t offered, and they always made their intent perfectly clear with any woman they were with; and they were always careful. Neither of them had any baby-mamma drama going on in their lives. Their father had taught them to always hold women in the highest regard. “Respect and protect women,” was their motto. He had no respect for any man who abused women in any shape, form or fashion.

  “I believe Julius’ case has settled. In any case, you can check with him or wait until Monday when Alisha gets back. But as you said, this has to be done by Tuesday. I’ll let you decide which way you want to go. Now if you will excuse me, my brother and I have things to discuss.” With that Brandon turned his back on James and walked back to his desk, letting the man know that as far as he was concerned, the discussion was over. James was good, but he was better and James knew that.

  “Okay. I guess I can wait until Monday to get with Alisha. I have some things to discuss with my dad anyway. I think I’ll go give him a call. Have a safe trip, Brandon. See you later, Tristan.” With that, James turned on his heels to leave, but Brandon stopped him.

  “James, talk to Julius,” Brandon said with finality. “And close the door on your way out.”

  “Sure, Brandon, no problem.” James said and left the office hurriedly.

  After James had shut the door, Brandon turned to Tristan. “Man, I thought you were gonna kill him.”

  “I was.”

  Brandon hated when Tristan got like this. Shit! “Listen, Tris, don’t kill the man—at least not before I get back,” he said with a smile.

  “As long as he stays away from Alisha, he’ll live. He comes on to her again and I will shank his ass. As a matter of fact, let me get back with you later. I need to make sure my lady gets to her car safely. I don’t trust that little shit as far as I can throw him. I am telling you right here and now, brother, if I have to, I will take him out—with or without evidence. I won’t put Alisha or any other woman at this firm at risk to avoid a legal confrontation with James. He’s good, but we’re better, and we know people that are much better than him or his crazy-assed father could ever wish to be. He was baiting me with Alisha. I have a feeling he suspects I’m interested. What he doesn’t know is that he should know I don’t make threats, I make promises—and he has a promised ass-whipping coming to him.”

  “I agree. Go see your lady off and we can catch up when you get back. I only need about an hour or so of your time, then I have to clear my calendar and reassign some files to other attorneys.”

  “Already on it, brother…. By the way, where’s Florence? I know James wouldn’t have gotten that close to your door if your secretary was around.”

  “She went to pick her granddaughter up from school. The nurse called while you and Alisha were in here having your…uh…discussion. They couldn’t reach her daughter, so they called her. The child has a fever. I told her to take the rest of the day to do what she had to do. I can get one of the other secretaries to help me if I need it. I am pretty self-sufficient anyway, so I should be okay for the next few hours.”

  “Are you going by the hospital to check on David and Nadia before you leave? I know you never went, being as you were only gone for about twenty minutes—a half hour tops.”

  “I plan on it, since I have a late flight. He’s supposed to call me and let me know what’s going on. If I don’t hear from him soon, I’ll text his cell phone. I know he would want to be kept in the loop on the James situation. I won’t bother him with it today. I’ll text him your cell number too, just in case he needs something, and I’ll give you his before I leave.”

  “No problem. Tell him to only use my cell phone number if it’s an emergency. Other than that I don’t want to hear from him. I won’t call unless it’s absolutely necessary. I have plans this weekend and I don’t plan on being disturbed,” Tristan said.

  “Those plans wouldn’t happen to include Alisha, would they?”

  Tristan smiled and said, “You bet.”

  “Is the lady aware of your plans for the weekend?”

  “No.”

  “Good luck—you’re going to need it, bro. Now get out of my office so I can get some work done and you can see your lady safely to her car. Oh yeah, Tris,” Brandon said, smiling, “bro, you might want to tuck your shirt back in before you leave this office.”

  “Piss on you, Brandon. I’m going to give Domino a call. He’s the fastest one I know to work on this thing with James. If there is some dirt to be found, Domino Longhorn will find it.” With that, Tristan walked out of Brandon’s office in search of Alisha.

  Chapter Five

  Sitting behind her desk in her office, Alisha began to go over the day’s events. She couldn’t believe that she’d let Tristan kiss her like that, and in the office no less. Her reaction to Tristan had caught her by surprise. She hadn’t been attracted to anyone since being badly hurt by her previous boyfriend, Wayne, who had cheated on her. But Tristan—Tristan had just awakened long dormant feelings in her. Just thinking about Tristan made her wet. The man was fine with a capital “F”. One kiss had her body tingling. Two kisses had her dry humping him in Brandon’s office. There was no doubt in her mind that she would have come right then and there had they not put the brakes on things. She could feel his heat when he had taken hold of her hips and ground his erection into her crotch. The man was seriously packing some heat. She had no doubt that Tristan was very well endowed. When he had kissed her, the places on her body that she thought were dead had come alive—big time! The man could kiss. Mercy! Mercy! The man had places on her body tingling that hadn’t been touched in so long she could claim she was still a virgin. Well, almost—her toys kept her occupied.

  Alisha jumped at the sound of her intercom humming. She’d been so busy reminiscing, getting herself all hot again, that she hadn’t realized that her secretary was buzzing her. She picked up her extension, “Yes, Betty?”

  “Alisha, Trevon is on line four. It’s his second time calling. I left you a message. He called while you were in Mr. Cameron’s office,” Betty advised her.

  “Oh shit! I forgot to call him back. Ugh! I don’t have time for my overprotective brother right now! Dang! Thanks, Betty. Put him through,” Alisha requested.

  “Hello, Alisha speaking. How may I help you?” she said primly.

  “Stop being a smart ass, Lisa. I know Betty already told you who was on the other line, and she also told you that this is my second time calling your office. Why didn’t you ring me back?” Trevon barked.

  Because, brother dear, I have been doing what I was hired to do—work. What’s up, Trevon?” Alisha retorted rather smartly.

  “I’ve called you more than once at home and haven’t received a call back. Then I call you at the office to find out you were in with the bosses and couldn’t be disturbed. What’s up with that?” Trevon sounded concerned.

  “There’s something going on here that I can’t get into with you over the phone, Trevon, but I promise to give you a call when I get home. How’s that?” she asked.

  “Close but no cigars, sis. Is it something that involves you?” Trevon asked.

  “It kind of, sort of does,” she replied reluctantly.

  “What do you mean, Lisa? Is someone giving you a hard time? You seem to like Brandon and David,” he said. Alisha started at the sound of someone knocking on her door. Before she could say hello, Tristan stuck his head in, his eyes roaming her office, then stepped inside and closed the door. Alisha raised her brow at Tristan curiously when he came to stand in front of her desk. “What?” Alisha whispered to Tristan.

  “Who’s on the phone?” Tristan inquired.

  “My brother, w
hy?” she asked, eyeing him defensively.

  “Lisa, are you still there?” Trevon questioned.

  “Y-yeah, Trevon, I’m here. Listen, I’ll give you a call as soon as I get home. There’s something I need to take care of,” Alisha answered.

  “Make sure you do, Lisa, or you will most definitely be seeing me,” Trevon barked out before hanging up.

  At the sound of the dial tone in her ear Alisha replaced the phone on the receiver and then turned to address Tristan.

  “Tristan, what are you doing here?”

  “You didn’t think I was going to let you get away that easily, did you, Beauty?”

  “What in the world are you talking about?” Alisha asked, puzzled.

  “We have unfinished business, you and I, and I’ve come to finalize our plans.”

  Alisha was confused. “I don’t remember making any plans with you.”

  “That’s why I’m here, Sugar. We need to finalize our plans for the weekend.”

  “Again, and read my lips… I-did-not-make-plans-with-you-for-the-weekend! The thing with me leaving early was a ruse for James’ benefit. You and I both know that. And doesn’t Brandon need to see you before he leaves? Don’t play with me, Tristan.” Alisha retorted, trying to sound stern but her voice sounding husky—needy, in fact. Oh yeah, her body was still on fire from his ministrations earlier, so having him in her office now only added to her excitement.

  “First, I don’t intend to ever play when it comes to you and I, and second, those kisses we shared that had you on the verge of coming, and my dick so hard I had to use my shirt to cover my hard-on from my brother, sealed our plans for the weekend,” he said walking behind her desk, lifting her out of her chair, sitting down, and placing her on his lap, facing sideways. Once she was seated on his lap, he lifted her chin so that their mouths were leveled. “Open,” he commanded.

  She opened her mouth without protest, parting her lips, then groaned as Tristan sucked her tongue into his mouth. He kissed her so well, using his tongue to stroke various parts of her mouth to bring her the most intense pleasure. He wanted her to come and he knew just how to do it.

  Her groans became louder as the kiss went on and on. Her hands started to roam over his rock-hard abs and back up to entangle her fingers in his hair, wrapping a lock of hair around her fingers, pulling his head in closer for a deeper kiss.

  She was so close he could tell. He needed to help her along before she had Betty knocking on the door thinking something was wrong. He put his hand up her skirt, which had ridden up, and was pleasantly surprised to feel a garter and stockings. He raised her skirt farther to have a look! Sweet! “That’s nice, babe! Very sexy! Were you expecting me?” His hand stroked her inner thighs, then moved up to her crotch, and he was further turned on to feel a barely-there, lacy thong covering the treasure that lay beyond.

  “Bad girl,” he whispered, as his finger probed past the thong then continued to ravish her lips, tongue, and the inside of her mouth, bringing her extreme pleasure as she began to writhe and moan under his assault. His middle finger gently probed her sopping wet sex as she moaned in pleasure, spreading her legs a little and moving around on his lap. “Wow, is this all for me, Beauty?” he asked, hooking the end of his finger and scooping out some of her moisture. He brought it to his lips, licking her cream from his finger erotically, then inserted it back into Alisha, and started stroking her again, in and out, in and out. Alisha, panting and moaning, squirmed and ground herself into his erection. When she almost came off of his lap, he held her down with his other hand. “Shush, honey. Remember Beauty, you have to keep quiet—you don’t want company…or do you?” Tristan asked, looking mischievously into her eyes.

  Alisha would have answered if she could, but she could only shake her head no, as she was panting too hard.

  Tristan reclaimed Alisha’s lips—sealing them in a mind-tingling kiss while simultaneously adding another finger to the one that was already inside of her, and gently curling his fingers upward while pressing the palm of his hand down on her almost bare mound, creating friction with his hand and fingers, his thumb stroking her clit.

  She made a strangled noise, as her body began to trembling non-stop. Tristan added a little more pressure to her clit and then it happened—she flew apart in his embrace, crying out her surrender into his mouth then going limp against him. “Ah, what a beautiful sight to behold,” he said, looking down into the face of his future bride and removing his fingers from inside of her. Tristan felt like thumping his chest, he was so proud. Tristan knew that he shouldn’t have done this to her in the office but he needed to show her real quick that he had no intentions of letting her go. He gave her a chance to recover. Gently rubbing his hands up and down her spine, he whispered to her, “You okay, Beauty?”

  “Omigod, Tristan! What did you do to me?” she gasped.

  Chuckling, Tristan kissed her already upturned lips. “You’re even more beautiful when you climax, you know that?” he murmured against her lips.

  “My God, Tristan! I almost blacked out there! You have very talented fingers—and that thing you did with your tongue in my mouth was a real turn-on! I’ve never experienced that before while kissing,” she murmured, her body still tingling.

  “I kissed you in a special way to stimulate your arousal even more. It’s a very intense orgasm that causes you to climax faster than you normally would. You’re so responsive that I didn’t want to give you too much too soon. Gloves off when we leave this office today,” he muttered softly.

  A blush appeared on Alisha’s already flushed face. She was blushing profusely under Tristan’s intense gaze. “So you’ve kissed like this before?” She spoke rather quietly.

  “Don’t ask questions that you’re not ready to hear the answers to, Beauty. But you can be sure that what’s between you and me is only between you and me. I don’t cheat. Cheating is a waste of time and energy, and quite frankly, I’m too old to play stupid games like that,” he stated, adjusting her on his lap as he tried to get comfortable. He was still sporting a hard-on.

  Alisha felt his erection still against her bottom when he adjusted her, “But you didn’t—”

  “Oh, don’t worry, I will. Not here, though. This time was for you. Now get your sexy ass off my lap before Ms. Betty comes in here and sees more than her aging eyes can handle,” he said, laughing. Lifting her off his lap, he tried to adjust his cock in his boxers as much as he possibly could. The darn thing had barely gone down. Looking over at Alisha, he found that she had adjusted her clothing and was now pinning her hair back. Her lips were still swollen from their kisses, causing her to look even sexier than she already was.

  Tristan and Alisha both heard the noise at the same time. Someone was turning the doorknob of her locked door. When it didn’t open, whoever was on the other side of the door, knocked. Tristan raised his brow apprehensively at Alisha. She shrugged her shoulders in an “I don’t know” gesture. Tristan nodded towards her desk, motioning for Alisha to sit behind it.

  “Why?” she whispered.

  Tristan shook his head at her and gestured with his finger on his lips to be quiet. At her nod, he quietly unlocked the door and stood behind it, motioning for Alisha to answer the knock.

  “It’s open, come in,” she said.

  The door opened to reveal James Langston standing on the other side.

  “James, what are you doing here?” she asked giving him a puzzled look.

  “Couldn’t stay away. I was looking forward to the two of us working together tonight. I thought you knew I’d do anything to have you—I mean help you.” he said, correcting his slip of the tongue. “I’m disappointed that I won’t be working with you yet.” he said suggestively, as he licked his lips, then smiled, his eyes roaming over the contours of her breast. “Maybe I can assist you to your car? I hear the parking garage can be dangerous for a beautiful woman like you—you never know who might be lurking about.” His suggestive words and leering tone made Alisha’s skin
feel clammy, as a shiver of apprehension coursed down her spine.

  “What do you mean? I’ve been here for five years and have never had a problem before.” He stopped smiling and his eyes went cold.

  Tristan had heard enough. He shot out from behind the door to confront James. “What the fuck are you doing here, Langston?” He shouted so loud that Alisha came from behind her desk to go stand at the door, only to have Tristan block her way, pushing her behind him, and away from James.

  James didn’t answer Tristan; he just stood there looking shocked and suddenly nervous.

  “Tristan, calm down,” Alisha said anxiously from behind him.

  “I am calm,” he said to Alisha, yet looking at James. “I asked you a question, Langston, and I expect an answer. Now!”

  “A-Ah…I just came by to see if I coul—”

  “If you could what, James?” Tristan bellowed, not letting James finish what he was about to say. “I could have sworn that you were advised to not bother Ms. Carrington, as she was leaving early for a family emergency.” Tristan stood there staring at James staring him directly in the face

  Betty and almost all the office staff had gathered around outside of Alisha’s office, no doubt wondering what was going on. Most were trying to see what was going on inside of Alisha’s office since no one had bothered to shut the door after James.

  “Man, I’m sorry. I just offered to assist her to her car,” Langston went on. “Besides, I didn’t know you and Alisha had a thing going on—I mean Ms. Carrington,” James replied smartly.

  “Excuse me! I dare you to repeat what you just said, James,” Tristan commanded, his voice deadly. So deadly, in fact, that James backed up a bit with fear in his eyes. James’ slight retreat wasn’t enough to detour Tristan. James backed up and Tristan approached him. When he was close enough to James, he bent down and whispered in his ear, “If you ever try to disrespect the lady like that again, I’ll bury your ass. You got that, you little prick? Now apologize to the lady.” Tristan waited to see what James would do.

 

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