by BWWM Club
Angelina almost choked.
“I’m sorry, it sounded like you said you want to give me the gallery,” she said.
He nodded. “Yes.”
“Don’t you mean that you want to sell it to me rather than give? I mean, it’s not just some old pen you forgot to return.” She pointed out as she looked at him. “That place must be worth millions.”
“Actually, it is worth a million eight but it’s no big deal.”
Angelina forced out a laugh.
“A million eight and no big deal do not go in the same sentence.” She was practically yelling now. “My checking account doesn’t even hold a candle to that.”
“If I wanted to be all about money, I could. But I have more money than I know what to do with and right now I want you, for that gallery. Don’t let me down Angie,” he said in a soft voice. He looked at her and took a step forward and looked down at her.
“I can’t…” she started to say before he lowered his head and kissed her lips softly.
“Say yes, Angie.” He opened the door and left her standing there surprised.
“Did that just happen?” she wondered as she looked at Adrian walking down the hallway towards the stairs. She closed the door and leaned against it as she tried to make sense of what the hell had just transpired.
*****
She stood under the running water in her shower for as long as she could before she finally got out and made her way to the closet. She dried off in front of the mirror and then oiled up before she stood there, looking at her reflection. She was breathing slowly, long deep breaths to calm herself down. She closed her eyes as she slid the closet door to one side and pulled the top drawer. She picked out a pair of black panties and a matching strapless bra before she pulled out a flowered flowy strapless maxi dress. She threw it on the bed and began putting on her underwear. She then put on her dress and pulled the cords tying them in front of her chest. She then sat down in front of the mirror and held her curls loosely, letting a few curls dangle all around her face. She touched up her makeup, light enough as she always liked it. She then put on her earrings and made her way to her closet. She picked up her black clutch bag and walked to the living room. She was just throwing in her keys and phone when the events that occurred earlier on in the very same spot she was in began replaying in her mind. She looked at the mirror next to the door and sighed. She could not bring herself to see her family today, not with everything that was going on in her head. She walked back to the couch and sent a text to her grandma.
Something came up. Can’t make it for brunch but I’ll make it up to you. Love you.
She felt embarrassed at what she had just done. She had just blown off spending time with her family for some idiotic thing that she didn’t even understand. She didn’t know how long she had been sitting there when her doorbell rang. She stood up and walked to the door. She almost was not surprised when she saw Adrian standing there. He had a file in his hands.
“May I come in?” he asked. She looked at him for a second and then stepped aside. “Going somewhere?” he asked as he looked at her.
“I was supposed to have brunch with my family but I just canceled. It’s almost as if I knew you would show up,” she said. Adrian smiled and walked to the living room. She walked up to where he was and looked at him. “Why are you here, Adrian?” Again, her body and her mouth were not in sync. She was craving to fling herself at him, ravage him and let him have his way with her the way he wanted. But her lips were pursed together as she looked at him. Adrian looked at the file in his hands.
“It’s done,” he said.
“What’s done?”
“I have transferred ownership of the Parisian to you but…” she suddenly put her hand up as her eyes grew wide.
“Hold up. You did what?” she asked as she looked at him. “It’s Sunday. How did you even make this happen on a Sunday?”
“My people are always on call.”
“Of course they are,” she said under her breath. She looked at him and shook her head. ”Adrian, I…” she started to say before he walked up to where she was and slipped an arm around her waist. She gasped when he suddenly pulled her against his body.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me, Angie?” he asked in a soft voice. She was looking into his eyes as he looked down at her. “Don’t tell me no,” he was whispering now.
For the first time, every fiber in her being was behaving exactly as it was supposed to. She didn’t want to move back. She just wanted to stay there, in the warmth of his embrace. “Tell me yes,” he said in a soft voice. His hand was now getting lower, cupping a feel of her plump ass. “Say yes to me Angie.” She opened her mouth to speak but she couldn’t say anything. “Baby, say yes.” Those words were her undoing. She looked at him and wanted to nod but she seemed to be a bit frozen. “Baby,” he said again. She could feel the hairs at the back of her neck standing up, like she had just passed through a highly magnetized space. She wanted him, every bit he had to offer.
“You say baby one more time and I swear…” she thought as she looked at him.
“Come on Angie. Don’t keep me waiting baby,” he said in a soft voice. It was then that she became aware of the fact that he was lifting up her dress. She was gasping silently as he caressed her thigh with his fingertips. This was almost too much for him to handle. And in his eyes was the straightest of looks. It was like the muscles on his face and the rest of his body were completely disconnected. She had her lips slightly parted as she breathed long and slow and she knew the folds on her forehead were showing, a clear sign of her pleasure. She looked at him and finally found the courage to put her feelings to words.
“Are you trying to bribe me, Adrian?” she asked.
“Depends. If I am, is it working?” he asked as he looked at her. She nodded and he smiled. “Then that is exactly what I am doing.”
By this time, his hand was on her hip. She expected him to pull down her panties any moment now but he didn’t do it. Almost like he wouldn’t do it. She looked at him and gasped loudly when he suddenly picked her up and walked to one wall. She almost found herself wondering why he hadn’t just thrown her down on the couch but she just couldn’t. Her mouth was suddenly full of his tongue and his fingers were pulling the crotch of her panties to one side. She gasped when she felt his finger rubbing against her clitoris. She got wet almost immediately. She was breathing into his mouth as he ran his finger up and down her slit. He pulled away and he looked at her. “Tell me any time you want me to stop, and I will.”
Was he serious? Why the hell would she ever want him to stop especially now that he was giving her so much pleasure? She closed her eyes and leaned against the wall as he pushed one finger into her pussy. She wanted to cry out and hold on to something.
“Tell me what you want baby,” he whispered into her ear.
“More…I want more,” she moaned.
He pulled away and looked into her eyes.
“Hold on to me,” he commanded. She slipped an arm around his neck and held on tight. “Wrap your leg around my waist.” She did as he asked of her and pulled his finger out of her pussy. “Tell me what you want, baby.”
“I want more of you, Adria…ah!” She tightened her grip around his neck and dug her nails into his neck as he pushed two of his fingers inside her. Two of his fingers were not as big as his cock but it was a welcome surprise to feel her pussy full of him. She was moaning and writhing against the wall as he worked her up to a feverish state. She nibbled on his shoulder as she felt herself releasing. She could feel herself getting dangerously close to her edge and she wanted to cum so much. She cried out when he pulled his fingers out of her. He lifted his fingers to her lips and she licked herself off his fingers. She didn’t know why but she unwrapped her leg and stepped on the floor. He pulled the cords on her dress allowing it to drop to the floor, gathering around her ankles.
“I want to see you cumming. Every part of you,” he said as he undid the fro
nt clasp of her bra and held her right breast as he slipped a finger back to her pussy. She was still sensitive but he was not holding back. He was flicking, rubbing and fucking her. She moaned out loud when he suddenly pushed his finger into her one last time, getting to feel her vaginal walls squeezing and releasing against his finger. She cried out loudly and he brought his head down to take her nipple into his mouth. She found herself screaming yes over and over again until he pulled his finger out. She suddenly felt something she had never felt before, an overwhelming gush out of her pussy. She looked at him when he pulled away from her taut nipple.
“You squirted all over me,” he said in a low voice. Angelina sunk to the floor and he sat next to her. “That is the most erotic thing I have ever seen,” he added as he draped an arm around her. “And you said yes.”
She wanted to say that it was not to his proposal but she was too exhausted to speak.
Chapter 6
Angelina was not sure what had happened but she found herself getting dressed the next morning and heading to the Parisian. She didn’t even realize when she began making it a lifestyle. It had been almost an entire month when Olivia pointed out that the new Angelina was actually more fun than the old Angelina who used to work at Romaine’s.
It was on a Thursday morning when Angelina walked into the Parisian. She knew it was going to be a busy day. She was supposed to be doing inventory that day and saying that it was going to be a long day was a gross understatement. She had four new photographers bringing in their pieces and a truck from New Haven bringing in eight pieces from a new artist she had come to know of when she was still working at Romaine’s.
She had tried getting her boss Carlton to give her a deal but he never wanted to give her a chance since she wouldn’t let him screw her. She felt disgusted when she thought about her former boss. The way he would stand uncomfortably close to her, stare at her and even tell her how much he wanted to feel her naked skin against his. A cold shiver went down her spine as she stood at the doorway to her office.
“Miss Carter,” she heard a voice behind her. She turned around to find Matt, her assistant standing there giving her a concerned look.
“Hey Matt,” she said in a soft voice. “And I told you to call me Angie. Miss Carter is my grandmother.”
“I’m sorry but you look a little troubled, Miss…um...I mean…Angie,” Matt said.
Angie smiled and walked into her office.
“I’m just a little distracted, that’s all,” she said as she put her bag on her desk. “Is the truck from New Haven here yet?” she asked.
Matt looked at his iPad and shook his head. “Not yet, but I am tracking its location real time. It will be here in T minus two hours.”
“Let me know as soon as it gets here. And what about the photographers?” she asked as she sat down.
“It’s only nine thirty, Miss…Angie. The photographers are supposed to be here at eleven,” Matt said.
She ran her fingers through her hair and sighed.
“I’m sorry. I’m just nervous about everything. I don’t want to mess this up,” she said.
Matt flashed her a smile.
“There is no way you could ever mess this up. You are the best thing that ever happened to the Parisian,” he said in a soft voice before he walked away. “I need those new sculptures up on the altars people. Stat!” Matt yelled as he walked into the main gallery.
Angelina smiled. She always found it adorable how he was able to switch from loud and dominating to soft and cuddly. She turned on her computer and sat down. She pulled her phone out of her handbag’s side pocket and noticed a message from Adrian.
“It is officially a month since you started at the Parisian,” she read. She smiled and then frowned.
“It’s been a month? Already?” she wondered as she looked at the calendar at the corner of her desk. “Damn.”
“The bubbly is on me. See you later, beautiful.”
She hated that his words got her so giddy. Olivia had seen how close she had become with Adrian over the weeks. She was suddenly not sleeping alone. He was always with her. Over the last few weeks, Angelina had come to understand just how far Adrian would go just so he wouldn’t hear the word no. He had proclaimed to her that she was what he had been looking for in all those women he had been dating.
*****
“What do you mean I am what you have been looking for? What do you mean?” she had asked him. It was during a cool evening and they were enjoying a nice evening stroll along the shores at Santa Monica Pier. He had held her face in his hands and pressed his lips to her face.
“You are exactly what I need, the very thing I have been looking for,” he had explained.
“And what is that?” she asked in a whisper.
“A beautiful, humble, sexy woman who doesn’t have the slightest idea that she drives every man wild.” Her cheeks flushed as he lowered his head to kiss her. “And the only man allowed to drive her wild is standing right in front of her.” He kissed her again.
“You don’t own me, Adrian,” she’d said, her face still in his hands. She looked into his eyes and he smiled at her. It was a dark smile, one that made her feel strangely scared.
“Yes I do, Angie. You are mine as much as I am yours. You just don’t know it yet,” he had said in a soft voice. He looked at her and kissed her softly.
*****
She was still staring into space when Matt knocked on her door.
“I’m sorry, Miss Carter but there is a Carlton Romaine here to see you,” he said.
His words snapped her right out of her trance. She looked up to see her former boss slowly walking into her office. This was most definitely not the way she had hoped to start out her day. “And I also brought you your morning coffee,” Matt said as he walked in and placed a cup in front of her.
“Thanks Matt. Close the door behind you if you please,” she said as she felt her heart beating hard in her chest. “What are you doing here, Carlton?” she asked when Matt closed the door. Carlton walked towards her and sat down in the chair in front of her desk.
“That is definitely no way to say hi to an old friend,” he said.
“You and I were never friends, Carlton. So just get whatever brought you here out of your system and get the fuck out.” She crossed her arms on her chest and looked at him.
“So, who did you give that sweet ass to, to land this place? I mean, Romaine is at least five or six years before it ever gets to measure up to this,” Carlton said.
She looked at him and rolled her eyes.
“Great talent has a lot to do with it. You know, kind of like the talent you let slip right between your fingers because you wouldn’t get pussy.” She rolled her eyes again. “Why the hell didn’t you get a lubricant and jerk yourself off, you son of a bitch?” She was not sure she wanted an answer to her question.
“Is it so wrong that I wanted the finest piece of ass in the joint?” he asked.
She shook her head and took a sip of her coffee. That was the only good thing about that morning. She put her cup back down and shrugged.
“I was…I am more than a piece of ass and if you knew that back then maybe you would be the one getting more traffic at your gallery than this place,” she said.
He leaned forward and his eyes ran down her torso to rest on the impatient push of her breasts in the V-necked blouse she had on.
“How about you come back to Romaine’s and work for me?” he asked. She wasn’t sure whether he was asking her or her breasts.
“Now why would I want to do that?” she asked, a cynical smile on her face.
“Because if you don’t, you will know exactly what it feels like to have the long arm of the law catch up with you for slander.”
“Slander? What the hell are you talking about?” she asked as she looked at him.
“You have been out there spreading all kinds of lies about me. You are costing me money, you know.”
She frowned and held up a hand.
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“What the hell do you mean I’m costing you money?”
“Well, when word gets around that a gallery is owned by a sexual predator, things don’t tend to go the way you would like them to.”
The cynical smile on her face had now disappeared.
“Wait, you can’t prove any of this shit, Carlton. I never did anything you said I did,” she said as she looked at him.
He leaned forward and looked at her cleavage.
“You know there is a way we can make all this go away, don’t you?”
“I’m not quitting the Parisian.”
“That’s not all I need. I also want the one thing you never gave me,” he was now getting up.
“You need to step back, Carlton,” Angelina said as she pushed her chair from her desk. He looked at her as she backed away from her. “Carlton!” But he was still getting closer and closer. She would have given anything to cry out for help. There were at least six people in the gallery. Someone would come for her. Anyone. She didn’t care who. “Romaine! Back the fuck up,” her voice was quavering but he didn’t care.
“You have to do this, or I will take you to the cleaners with this fancy joint of yours,” he said as he looked at her.
She looked at him and noticed that he was unbuckling his belt. For some reason, a tear rolled down one cheek.
“What the hell is going on here?” she heard Adrian’s familiar voice.
She was suddenly gasping for breath as Carlton fastened his belt. He looked at her and then at Adrian who was now walking up to where Angelina was.
“Expect to hear from my lawyers. Soon,” Carlton said on his way out.
Angelina sunk to the ground and Adrian helped her up. He looked at her and at that moment Matt appeared at the doorway.
“Miss Carter, one of the photographers is here…” his words trailed off when he noticed his boss on the floor.
“Handle it, Matt,” Adrian said authoritatively.
“But the guy…”
“I said handle it, Matthew. Make up something. Miss Carter will not be seeing anyone today,” Adrian interjected a little louder than he had hoped. “And Matt, close that door.”