Amber arrived with two minutes to spare. She scanned the room quickly and noticed that he was already there. Damn, no matter where he’s at, he always seems to get here before me or my father, she thought. But what could you expect? He was an ex-agent from the CIA.
“Hey, I am starving. I see you have already ordered.” Amber inhaled the smell of meat and hurried into her seat at the sight of the food. “Nothing like a good steak. Thanks.”
“So, what’s my job? Another employee background check?” He continued eating, without even looking at her or greeting her.
“No, but that’s a good idea.” She quickly put a piece of steak into her mouth.
“Look, like I told your father, I don’t mind doing this if the price is right, but this has no action, and I need that excitement to continue to do this.” He spoke to her as if she were a child.
Amber stopped eating and looked at him. “Please, don’t disrespect me with your tone. This is business. Now, if you don’t want the ten grand, then, please, be my guest and exit.”
The ex-agent stopped eating and looked at her. “Yes, you are right. This is business. Let’s get down to it. First, this will cost you twenty grand, and second, I need ten now.” He smirked.
Amber knew exactly what kind of power game he was playing, but she didn’t want to cause any friction between him and her father. She knew if this was going to stay between them, she would have to pay the price he demanded. If her father found out that she had any doubts about Stephen, he would refuse to make any business investments and to cultivate the friendship, immediately. She reached for her purse and retrieved the envelope. She handed it to him and said, “Find everything you can on him. His name is Stephen Hunter. He’s a hedge-fund broker. I need to know where he goes, who he sees... .”
“I know the questions. Give me a week. Now, just give me my ten, and I will call you then.” He stuffed the envelope into his jacket pocket.
“Give me two minutes.” Amber reached for her iPad in her purse. “You bank Swiss, correct?”
“Yes.”
Amber pulled up her account and set up the transfer and then handed the iPad to him. “Tap your account number in and hit send.”
He did what he was told. He tucked the iPad under his arm and stood to walk out.
“Excuse me. Aren’t you forgetting something?” Amber asked, annoyed.
“Our business has concluded. Am I not correct?” He spoke with a smile.
“Excuse me, but where do you think you’re going with my iPad?”
“Oh, this?” He took the iPad out from under his arm and showed it to her. “This is mine now. You didn’t actually think I was just going to tap my account in and hand it back to you? I know what I can do with an account number.” He laughed.
“Yeah, I get it, but what about my stuff on there? I got work shi—”
“Whatever you got here will be sent to you on a brand-new iPad by the time you return to the office. Fair?” He laughed at her statement.
“One thing. Since it will be an entirely new one, then please send me the upgrade. I was planning to get it to-day, but this will have saved me the hassle. Thanks.” She stabbed a piece of steak and stuck it into her mouth.
He laughed as he walked out.
Amber couldn’t help but smile, because a brand-new iPad 2 would be at her office in a few hours and she would know in a week if Stephen was who he said he was. Amber waved the waitress over and ordered a martini to celebrate.
Chapter 4
After shopping at Nordstrom for the perfect cocktail dress, Manolo Blahnik shoes, and a handbag, Amber looked at her watch, saw two hours had passed, and cursed herself for taking so long. Damn it, Amber! You are supposed to be an executive and to set examples for your employees’ behavior. Shit, shit, shit! Amber hurried the saleswoman. She reached for her wallet and pulled out her AmEx and almost threw it at her.
“I’m so sorry... . I didn’t mean that. I’m just in a rush,” Amber said with her most sincere voice. She reached into her wallet again and pulled out two one-hundred-dollar bills and discreetly handed them to her.
The saleswoman looked at the money and started to move at lightning speed, cutting out all the spiel about her purchases and the return policies. Amber smiled, signed her credit card receipt, grabbed her bags, and headed toward the exit.
Amber walked out of the mall with speed, heading to her car in the parking lot. When she was close enough, she popped the trunk and practically threw her bags in before it had even opened entirely. She opened the car door, hopped into the driver’s seat, and raced off to her office. She loved the benefits of her job, but as an executive, she always thought taking advantage of those privileges showed that you were a little too comfortable. She’d always told her employees that everyone was replaceable, including herself.
She reached the dealership in record time, pulled into her parking spot, and almost drove through the glass showroom. She put her car in park and took a deep breath. “Amber, slow the fuck down!” she muttered to herself. She closed her eyes, counted to ten, then grabbed her purse off the passenger’s seat and rushed out of the car. Amber looked at her watch. Damn, I only got an hour to finish all my shit. I guess I will just have to get that shit done. No distractions, she thought as she scurried to her office.
Amber zipped past Trevor, not noticing their near collision.
Trevor saw only her voluminous ass, and her scent of jasmine lingered lightly. “Damn, Ms. Couture, you almost went through me,” he said in a low tone. I’m going to get her today. Fuck that! It’s that money I’m after, nothing else. It’s got to happen today. He rubbed his chin in thought. Trevor wanted this to go smooth, and his first-time performance would have to be his best. His phone vibrated in his pocket. He looked at the new text message.
I’m not sure about this. I don’t think I can live with this.
Trevor quickly replied, Look, it don’t matter what u say. It’s a done deal.
I see you already made up your mind. So you give me no choice but to live with it. You better make sure your first purchase has to do with me. One.
Trevor smiled. This is gonna be good. I’m ready to blow this joint, anyway. My probation will end soon.
Amber rushed to her desk and noticed a small box. She opened it, and it was a brand-new iPad 2. She knew her computer would be replaced, just not that quickly. Well, I guess I am getting my own respect, she thought. Amber didn’t have time to play with her new toy, and she quickly got to work. She tried not to peek at Trevor but couldn’t help stealing glances every so often. Before she knew it, the digital clock on her computer read 6:07 P.M. She hurried to wrap it up so she could be home in time to shower and get dressed for her eight o’clock date with Stephen.
Trevor lingered around, working slowly to ensure privacy. He waited till the last person had left the garage, and headed toward the front offices to make sure Mr. Couture wasn’t around, or any other execs, for that matter. If he wanted this to work, he had to make sure it was safe for her as well. He headed back toward the garage after assuring himself that the coast was clear. Before he walked to Amber’s office, he got some nervous laughter out of his system.
A knock sounded on the door.
Amber looked up and saw Trevor standing there in a fitted pair of blue jeans and a new white tank top, with his T-shirt hanging over his shoulder. Her heart started to beat a little faster, and a slight perspiration started to form on her brow.
“You gonna stay here all night?” Trevor finally said, walking closer to her desk.
“Nah. Actually, I am wrapping it up and heading out the door myself. You smell good. What cologne is that?” Amber started to reach for her purse, but Trevor grabbed it for her. Their bodies were close to touching. Amber inched back slowly and looked around.
“Nah, ain’t nobody here but us. So what charade you want to play now?” Trevor gently glided his fingers down her arms.
Amber immediately felt goose bumps appear. She stepped closer.
This time her hard nipples rubbed against his chest. “Trevor, what if this is all I want, and nothing else? Would you be willing to go with that?”
“Oh, but the question is, are you going to be good with that?” Trevor asked, reaching for her thighs.
“No, I can’t do this. What am I doing? You work for my family. I don’t sleep with the help,” Amber said playfully, slapping his hand away and stepping away.
“So, is that what you really want?” Trevor flexed his chest muscles. “I know you want it. You just too scared to come get it.” He inched a little closer and tried to kiss her.
Amber moved her head, slowly pretending to fight the urge to ram her tongue down his throat. All she could think of was his body rocking on her body. She hadn’t gotten what she liked in quite some time and definitely wanted her aggressions worked out. Besides, she figured Trevor wouldn’t work there for long, anyway, once she got fed up with her plaything.
Trevor saw the hesitation and stepped back. “What is it? Is it ’cause I’m not one of your little rich boyfriends? Baby, I am gonna show you that material ain’t the only thing that keeps a woman such as yourself.”
“A woman such as me, huh? Rich little boyfriends? Are you serious? What’s your name again?” Amber quickly put her hands on her hips, still struggling not to just jump on him and take advantage.
Trevor folded his arms and smiled. “Well, I really can’t explain it. You know I got that poor man syndrome, not good with words. But I can tell you one thing, shorty.... Umm ... excuse me.... I mean, Ms. Couture.... You can definitely use some good dick in your life.”
“So, you think I am all about the money and the materialistic shit that comes with, huh? Well, let me tell you something I don’t. I got my own and can get anything that I want.”
“Yeah, I know that. But you know your boyfriend is white, and I know for a fact he ain’t hitting that like how he should. Feel me?” Trevor grabbed at his crotch and licked his lips wet.
She sucked her teeth and turned around to walk out of the office and head home. She didn’t want to acknowledge the truth about how dick hungry she really was.
Trevor quickly reached for her hand, turned her around, and his lips touched hers with as much passion as he could muster up. She didn’t resist. His hands began to wander up her skirt, and to his surprise, her panties were moist. Trevor ripped her underwear off her; then he immediately took advantage and went to work on her hot spot.
“Ahh ... no, we can’t do this... . ,” Amber mumbled, allowing his tongue to play with her neck and make a wet trail to her ears.
“No one has to know, baby. Trust me, it will be our little, hot secret,” he said between his lustful kisses and the swift movement of placing her on top of the desk. He parted her legs and placed two fingers deep inside her flesh.
“Mmmmm ... please ... stop....” Amber tried to refuse, but all her smarts went right out the door. She couldn’t help that his fingers felt so good. He knew exactly how to work all around her curvaceousness, and he was definitely strong.
Trevor whispered in her ear, “Do you really want me to stop?” He pushed his fingers in deeper and circled her clit with his thumb, making her moan louder.
“No ... no ... don’t stop... .” Her legs started to shake. She couldn’t believe how good he was.
He went in for the kill. He unbuckled his belt with his free hand and let his pants fall to his ankles.
Amber’s panting became faster, letting him know she was ready for his taking.
His manhood was already making its debut through his boxers. He grabbed both her legs and placed them on his right shoulder, then slowly made his entrance into her soft, wet lips.
“Oh, yes ... give it to me... . I want it... . Take this pussy like you want it... . Oh, yeah ... fuck me!” Amber closed her eyes and happily invited his hard, deep, long thrusts, her moans and shouts echoing loudly through the office. She didn’t hold back, knowing they were the only two around.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” Trevor spoke in a low, sexy tone as he watched her double Ds bounce up and down.
“Mmm-hmm ... Just don’t stop....” She couldn’t hold back on how good she felt. She closed her eyes, knowing that this was the best dick she’d had in months.
Trevor sensed that she was not getting what she needed at home. He went to work. His movements became faster and harder; then he slowed it down and watched her climax.
“Oh, yes, fuck me, baby.... Fuck me.... Give it to me ... all of it, baby...,” Amber screamed, pulling her legs farther back toward her head. Her yoga instructor would be proud.
“All of it ... huh? Can you handle it?” Trevor asked as he teased her clit with his finger and pumped faster.
“Oh, yes ... yes ... yes ...” Amber climaxed once again.
Trevor glanced at his watch. Damn, it’s been like forty minutes. Okay, time to pop this genie. He grabbed her legs and motioned for her to get off the desk and turn around. He watched her juicy, heart-shaped ass back up onto his wooded soldier. He gripped her ass tightly in his hands while his thrusts became deeper.
“Oh, fuck ... oh, fuck ... ,” Amber shouted, trying to hold on to the edge of her desk, before her legs buckled. She still wanted some control, although she’d lost it at her first climax.
“Yeah ... yeah ... yeah ... ahhh ... ,” Trevor yelled as he came inside her.
Amber quickly jumped straight and pushed him off of her. “Damn, what the fuck is wrong with you?”
Trevor stood there with a screwed face after her reaction. “What the fuck you mean?”
“You never heard of pulling out?” Amber walked into the private bathroom in her office.
“Like you not on the pill or something ... ,” Trevor said with a slight grin.
Amber stopped wiping herself and turned in his direction. “No, motherfucker, I’m not! Remember, I got a fucking man.” She slammed the bathroom door and hoped he took the hint to leave.
Trevor pulled his boxers up and then his pants. He searched the room for his shirt. He picked it up from the floor and turned to the bathroom door. “Since you got a man, maybe you shouldn’t tell him how much you enjoyed yourself. Well, I guess we can go back to playing your charades.” He walked out of her office, leaving the door closed.
Amber’s heart sank. “Damn, why did I let myself become so weak?” she said to herself in the mirror. As she opened the door to the bathroom, she heard her cell phone ring. She looked at her watch. “Oh, shit, it’s eight o’clock.” She hurried to her phone but couldn’t find it. She searched her disheveled desk but still didn’t see it. The phone stopped ringing. She searched for ten minutes and finally discovered it under her desk, alongside her ripped panties. Amber looked at her missed-call list. Not to her surprise, it had been Stephen calling. She dialed his number frantically. “Stephen, I’m so sorry.”
“Is there something wrong? Why aren’t you here? Did you forget that I had something special planned for you tonight?” Stephen spoke with a little attitude.
“I got caught up with work. I lost track of time, but I can be there in twenty minutes,” Amber said, fumbling as she redressed.
“Well, I guess I will have to wait, then,” Stephen said, annoyed by her forgetfulness.
“My spare key is under the third plant pot from the right, and the code to the alarm is zero-four-one-one. See you in a bit. I will make it up to you. I promise,” Amber said as she opened her office door. She pressed END on the phone. She stepped out of her office, ran to lock up the garage, and dashed to her car.
Oh, my gosh, what have I done? The question kept swirling around in her head on the drive home.
Chapter 5
I can’t believe this shit. After this I might as well keep it simple. Her lateness has already screwed up my reservations, he thought as he entered the code into the alarm. He walked into the foyer and placed the spare key on the table, next to the vase of lilies. He smelled the flowers and had an idea.
Stephen liked Ambe
r, but not more than her money. Just three months after meeting her, he acquired twenty-five thousand dollars from her. Now that he was exclusively with her, or so she thought, his wealth was climbing. All her friends and their friends led to bigger investors. Some investments were over five figures. Stephen wanted her father to invest so he could get into the millionaires’ circle of friends, but he told himself golfing would have to do for now.
He was happy with the superficial relationship he’d built with her, but wasn’t too thrilled with the amount of time he spent with her. Stephen had pulled the work excuse for most of their relationship so that he didn’t have to be with her all the time. He was so grateful for technology; even Facebook had helped in making Amber a prime candidate for his romance from afar. A text, a post to her wall, or just a phone call every day did wonders for a woman’s heart. He took her out every so often and went to her family events just to network. He also showered her with little gifts, which kept her wanting more.
Amber sped down the expressway and made it to her house in exactly twenty minutes. She pulled into the driveway and put her car in park. Amber rushed out of the car, but when she got to the door, she remembered her outfit and shoes in the trunk. She ran back to the car to retrieve them. By the time she opened her door, sweat was dripping from her brow. She opened the door and called out Stephen’s name. “Stephen, sweetie ... where are you?”
“I’m up here,” Stephen said after sipping on a glass of champagne in his hand.
“I see you have started without me.” Amber smiled.
“Well, don’t you look a little flushed. Hard day?” Stephen questioned, staring at her appearance.
Amber stopped and looked at herself in the full-length mirror located in the foyer. “Well, damn,” Amber whispered to herself. “Well, good thing I’m home. I can jump into the shower and be ready in twenty... .” Amber dropped her purse to the floor and ran up the stairs to Stephen.
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