by Rebecca Lee
I got myself done up ultra fast. I read in Anton's report that the guy was a closet lady's man. I wore my tightest above the knee “business” skirt. It was black with a white blouse. Some pumps gave my ass just the right lift to hopefully make him forget I was late.
When I talked to David while I rushed out of the hotel, he told me he didn't want any of us out to his house. So that was why the meeting at the gym.
All this continued to build the image I had in my mind of the guy being total wackerdoodle. But that was pampered rich guys on the whole. They didn't have to follow normal rules.
The gym was no ordinary workout place like LA Fitness. First, it was in a rat ass area of town. There was boarded up everything around there and no working street lights. The door wasn't in front on the main street but in the back, through an alley.
I had my attache case with a slimmed down version of the file. I looked down at it. I reaffirmed that I was going to guard it with my life as I entered the side alley and pitch dark blackness.
I had tried to pay the cab driver to stay but he laughed at me as he drove off
As I stepped into the dark, I imagined large black men wearing hoodies on either side of me ready to jump me at any moment. I was a southern white girl and we had a long way to go in understanding other races.
I reached the door at the end of the alley. There was a plate on it that said “gym”. It looked like it had been mounted there in the eighties it was so rusted. I peered back down the alley and realized I was alone the whole time. Perhaps my eyes adjusted but the alley seemed brighter and less forbidding.
When I walked in the place, my jaw dropped.
There were large perfectly fit guys everywhere sweating and grinding through workouts all centered around boxing. But it wasn't just boxing. No one was wearing any protective padded gloves.
The lean, but ripped muscular light brown haired guy in the center of the ring was Tyler West. I hadn't bothered to look for a picture or jump online to watch any videos. I knew. He stood out even as he clearly was trying to blend in.
The visual of him and another guy driving their fists into each others' faces while shirtless ignited me. I was so taken the sight, it immediately cured my emerging hangover.
West glanced my way right before he took a glancing blow to the chin.
His hair was buzzed but not down to the bone. It swept back soaked in sweat. He looked like a little boy who had been out playing in the rain.
But his body. Oh my his body. It was impossible not to imagine him twisted up with me in every conceivable passionate love making position. There were muscles everywhere, but they were ripped tight and devoid of fat. Every time he connected with his massive opponent, veins popped everywhere in his shoulders and the inside of his forearms.
I had to find a chair and refocus. I was afraid I was too wobbly to stand when he looked at me the second time right after a bell went off.
“Trust fund, pretty boy, playing tough guy.”
I repeated it under my breath again and again as I shuffled through papers in a manila file folders I wasn't actually looking at.
I cross my legs and felt a slight stickiness. My wanton sex wasn't listening to my weak attempt at logic. I became immediately concerned I might smell just enough to overcome the intoxicating raw musk scent of gladiators sharpening their bodies, dripping with perspiration all around me.
I peered up from the papers because I couldn't avoid stealing another glance
It was just in time to see spit into a bucket. I noticed it was red from blood. His face was already a primal map of red and black marks.
He turned away from me and shared an enthusiastic shoulder-high handshake with is opponent. When he did, his shiny bicep exploded upward and more veins popped free of the outer side of his forearm.
Luckily he wore looser boxing shorts with a dark red sheen, because my fantasy was imagining how large his cock was to match the big balls he'd put on display fighting with bare knuckles in that ring.
I was sure he was walking toward me when he exited between the ropes and hopped down to the floor.
I felt a hand on my thigh and it stunned me out of my ongoing trance with the masculine perfection that was Tyler West.
Chapter 8--Tyler
When I saw Beth that first time, I was lucky I still had teeth when I was done.
Rico, one of my most challenging “warrior fighter” opponents nailed me good right across the jaw as I lost myself in her enchanting beauty. I didn't even feel the punch.
She was truly breathtaking.
She looked like a sexy girl playing dress-up as a serious business woman. Her thick silky dark hair was pulled back and flowing down across both shoulders. Her tan skin tone and face reminded me of an ancient Greek Goddess from a fantasy book. She was tall and statuesque and her legs were shapely, especially those lower legs. They were perfectly toned. She wore those black tights perfectly.
There was a class and composure about her that told me she was intelligent. I knew she would be a major challenge because it was clear she was sharp and ambitious.
I could have cared less that she was there on any legal business for me and my family. In that first moment, I was determined to do whatever it took to have her.
Even though my mind was on her and what her ass looked like with those tights pulled right up to the part where her butt cheeks bet her thigh, I played it cool and formal. But I imagined her playing with her tender little box, getting it slicked up and wet. I even thought of her taking care of little kids, playing with them in the park on a chilly, sunny fall afternoon. Then of her giving me a tender hug after a rough day of work.
All these scenarios dominated my thoughts as I walked around the gym pretending I was doing things. I grabbed a towel. I chatted up a couple fighters. I retreated to the bathroom. But I didn't do anything when I got there but wait. I wanted her to think I wasn't interested and that I was in charge.
But I wasn't. I was taken. From the first moment and for every moment after.
She was the most simultaneously fascinating and beautiful woman I'd ever seen. I didn't have to talk to her to know it.
I emerged from the locker room. She was chatting up Rico's adorable little daughter. The little girl sat next to her on the bench along the wall.
Beth came alive around her. The seriousness of the button downed and determined lawyer was gone. She was all the sudden more cute than she was sexy.
When Bentley walked away, I made my move to introduce myself. I hadn't been nervous around a woman in forever. I don't know if it had ever happened. When I was really young I was too clueless about the world to fear them. When I became a multi millionaire selling my first website, I knew I could have one anyone I wanted.
But I didn't know what wanting a woman was until laid on eyes on my lawyer that day.
I had no way of knowing how damaged and down she really was.
“Mr. West? I am Beth Frey, Attorney for Brundidge and Kinkaid, Palm Beach,” she said.
She reached our her hand.
I didn't react. Instead I let my eyes roam from those brown eyes to her lips, then down her shapely form.
“You came walking in here like you owned the place,” I said. “I should have warned you, they don't like suit and tie types down here. You are overdressed.”
“Sir?”
“You heard me. Now what do we have to do to get this damn thing settled?”
“Well that's up to you sir. My understanding is we just need to get access to your files on the premises of the mansion. The ones pertaining to your mother's assets at the time of her death.”
I shook my head in disbelief. Like everyone else, except that pompous old prick who ran that law firm, she had no clue about her actual assignment.
But being close to her brought me to my own conclusion about what she was there for. I was determined that my dreary Christmas was going to be alive with her company. Whatever it took.
Chapter 9—Beth
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sp; He exhibited all the distant and superior behavior of a kid who had it all handed to him on a silver spoon.
Sure he was hot. I mean perfect. The bruises and cuts on his face made him even sexier.
But so what? He was a rich kid playing tough. Not a real man. Not a guy who went and did it on his own. Like Andrew was.
I was past falling for the spoiled trust fund prince doing the cheesy Hollywood bad boy act.
But the way he looked at me when I stood in front of him and reached out my hand. I felt like I wanted to lay back and let him tear my clothes off. The masculine dormant sweat smell must have had some seduction drug that impacted my ability to think clearly.
But I just knew the spell wouldn't last.
He was every bit the aloof, careless, loner, asshole, the file had made him out to be. He was ill mannered and totally lacking in personality.
“Well you haven't been told what you are doing here or you just never did your homework,” he said, shaking his head.
“I assure you I always do my homework Mr. West,” I snapped. “I know my job and don't tell me I don't. I know you wouldn't understand working for a living.”
“So you show up here unprepared, then you insult the client,” he said. “That greedy old baster sure knows how to pick em'.”
“Mr. West, my understanding is you will have your money sometime before the new year,” I said, pulling the emotion out of the business at hand. “We'll meet that deadline if you can get Mr. Silver and I access to the files. My understanding is they are on site at your current residence?”
He began to laugh and shake his head.
“Sir, do you have a problem with a woman in a position of authority?”
“Let's get a cheese steak. I'm hungry. Meet me at the door there in two minutes.”
“Unless this is a business occasion, I'd rather not.”
“Well Miss Frey, you said you do your homework and are always prepared,” he said, turning to walk toward the locker room. “I am here to get your prepared. Since clearly your employers have failed miserably. Maybe together we will find out why they have done such a lousy job.”
He wasn't asking. He was commanding.
I had no clue what he was talking about. “Not knowing what I was really doing there?” What the fuck?
But it didn't matter. He was nearly impossible for me to say no to. I hated that powerless feeling but I also quickly became addicted to it.
Chapter 10—Tyler
I'd given her a hard time but it was for her own good.
Plus, I didn't need her to think I was any pushover or nice guy trying to win her favor. My goals and dreams were my own. They would stay that way.
But she had suddenly become one of those goals. She shot into my life like a comet through the sky. Only brighter and more unforgettable.
The ride over to Toni's Steaks on the back of my bike in the freezing cold didn't dim the vinegar and zest I saw in Beth back in the gym.
She tried to back out when I suggested she hop on. She said it was too cold. Then she said it “wasn't appropriate.”
“So you like me too huh?” I responded.
She finally cracked a smile and hopped on. I wasn't sure, but I was sure “us” was a possibility. That was a start. The game of seduction I played had the highest stakes I had ever experience. I wanted this woman. Body and soul.
The moment I looked down from my fight and saw the sexiest creature I'd ever known. The sight of her made me forget the hell of another Christmas alone with my hate for the commercialism that I believed destroyed all of us.
Her arms around me as we sped through the cold dark streets made my cock rage. I could smell the lemon essence in her hair every time we came to a stop.
Even in the bitter cold I could have ridden around all night just like we were. Hearing her occasional “wow” or “oh” brought me to life more than a daredevil stunt.
Strangely, getting off that bike and heading into that little dump whole-in-the-wall with the best cheese steaks in Philly scared me to death.
The feeling came on all the sudden.
What would I say and would I blow it by saying the wrong thing?
I took a deep breath, turned my head toward her. I smiled quickly and nodded my head, then floated my eye contact behind her to the street. She went through the door as I held it. I saw her fantastic figure even through her large tan overcoat hanging loosely down her back.
It was all on the line, but I wasn't going to give up easily no matter what happened.
Chapter 11—Beth
“No I did my homework on you. Don't worry about that,” I said.
My mood was not one of frolic or flirting. I couldn't tell if it disappointed him or not. The ride over was fun but I'd been with the bad boy motorcycle type before. I wasn't impressed.
He was just another rich kid playing “street”. I didn't need it in my life. I was doing fine on my own. I had a lot to prove to a lot of people. I would never prove that point if I let myself become just another plaything for a millionaire.
I didn't respect how he'd made his money.
“Well tell me what you know,” he said, clearly trying to distract us from the business at hand.
“Look, nothing is ever going to happen between us. You are a great looking guy, but you aren't my type. Even if you were, I am committed to someone.”
“What does he think about you spending your holiday up here with me?”
“He knows I am up here. He is in the profession.”
“Ahh the profession,” he said, shaking his head and while he flopped back in the wooden seat. He was obviously mocking my use of the word “profession”.
He could barely contain both his frustration and his obvious dislike for lawyers.
While I never thought attornes were great people either, I wasn't going to dump on the profession to outsiders. Especially one who didn't know what it meant to do an honest productive day's work.
I didn't care how hot he was. And he was scorching handsome. And not just a pretty boy either. He was like rugged hot too.
When he'd look me in the eyes, he'd do it a little too long. It made butterflies do laps in my stomach. The longer he did, I'd feel the moisture well up in my pussy.
The truth of my situation really wasn't holding me back.
But I couldn't have any slip ups. It was all about business. Then I was going to claim my partnership. Then the world would know I had made it.
He would know. His parents would know. And wrong would be made right.
*
As a Southern belle, I'd never had a cheese steak before. Then I had this birch beer. It was like root beer but also like ginger ale.
It was all tasty and soaked up my booze hangover.
I needed to get out of there. The more I listened to him, the more he and I had an obvious vibe.
I was unquestionably attracted. What woman wouldn't have been? He was the total package physically. Plus he was edgy in his beliefs and wasn't a kiss ass.
I knew he didn't have to have me. But I knew he wanted me. There was a big difference but basically everything. Especially for a woman in my position: young, successful, and attractive.