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Men in designer suits continued to come through the office
all day. Heather couldn’t believe the connections that Jacob had made in his
short time in the city. He continued to compliment her on her style and
talents, and she knew that he would ask her to partner with him soon as long as
dinner with the Crane’s was a success.
When he dropped her off in front of her apartment, he was
quick, not lingering like before. She sensed that he was nervous about the
upcoming meeting, and knew that this was his largest deal yet.
“I’ll pick you up at seven…we have a driver,” he said
quickly.
“Ok, how should I dress?” Heather asked.
“It’s an upscale restaurant, so something sexy…but professional,”
he said.
Heather smiled as she got out of the car. She had a closet
full of office clothing, some sexy, but all mostly professional. If she needed
something a little more casual, she was going to have to shop.
The consignment shop on the corner of her street was
filled with designer labels, and since they were second hand, she could
actually afford them.
After Jacob pulled away, she headed across the street to
the boutique. The woman behind the counter was in her 50’s, had dyed blonde
hair, fake boobs, and wore way too much makeup. Her voice was rough, and
Heather felt like maybe this wasn’t the place as she looked around at the out-of-date
clothing hanging on the racks.
“Can I help you?” the woman asked.
“I don’t think so,” Heather said, and started to back out
of the store.
“I have something for you,” the woman said, eyeing
Heather.
“Size 5?” she asked.
“Yes,” Heather said.
“But, I need something for a business dinner,” she added.
“Stay there,” the woman said, and then left the counter.
Heather watched as she headed towards the back of the
building and then disappeared. She wanted to take the opportunity to escape,
but she stayed as ordered.
“Here it is…its perfect,” the woman exclaimed, holding a
garment bag in her hands.
As the woman unveiled the dress, it was perfect. The black
cocktail dress was tight fitting, but offered a professional style with the
long sheer sleeves, and a sexy low cut neck line and sheer material covering
for the front.
“Can I try it on?” Heather asked.
“Of course,” the woman said, motioning towards the
dressing room sign.
Heather tried the dress on; it was a perfect fit. She
loved how the material clung to her body, but still offered her freedom of
movement.
“I’ll take it,” Heather said, smiling as she exited the
dressing room.
Heather had never spent $300 on a used dress before, but
it was Armani, and it made her look not only professional, but hot as fuck!
By the time Jacob sent her a text to let her know he was
almost there, she was ready. Her hair was curled and flowing down her shoulders
to her back, her makeup perfectly applied, and her new dress paired with high
black heels, a diamond bracelet, and matching earrings her parents got her for
graduation.
A black car pulled up in front of her apartment and she
noticed Jacob waving out of the window. Jacob was standing by the car door when
she exited her building. His mouth fell open when he saw her, and his eyes lit
up.
“You are breathtaking,” he said, and then ushered her into
the car.
He couldn’t take his eyes off of her as they drove to the
restaurant.
“I just can’t believe you are the same little girl that
used to leave me love notes in my jacket,” he said.
Heather felt her face start to heat up, and she knew she
was turning pink.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I just feel
honored that you once thought I was so amazing…you are stunning,” he said.
Heather wanted to tell him that she still thought he was
amazing, but she stopped herself. Tonight was not about her and Jacob; it was
about landing the large account.
A sophisticated woman named Ariel took them to their
table. She walked with grace, even though she wore 4-inch heels. When she
smiled at Heather, she felt it was sincere, not like the fake ones she usually
received from women like her. It was as if she approved of her, and for
whatever reason, that made Heather feel good.
Jacob ordered a scotch and water, and then turned to
Heather for her order. She was never a big drinker, but she wanted something to
ease her nerves, so she ordered a cosmopolitan.
Jacob smiled at her after she ordered in a way that felt
like teasing.
“What?” she asked.
“A cosmopolitan?” he asked, smiling wide.
“I saw it on Sex and the City,” she said with a giggle.
When Jacob noticed Mr. Crane enter the room, he stood,
motioning for Heather to do the same. Ariel escorted him to the table and as
Jacob and Heather shook his hand, the young man from the photo appeared.
His eyes were haunting as he stared directly at Heather,
ignoring Jacob totally. She felt her face turn red with heat as she remembered
those eyes from her fantasy.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Heather said, trying to
break the tension from his stare.
“The pleasure is all mine,” he said, grinning at her as he
took his seat.
Jacob was stumbling as he said Mr. Crane, and they both
answered.
“Call me Sloan,” the younger one said.
“Of course, thank you,” Jacob said, recovering nicely from
his struggle.
Sloan’s eyes lingered on Heather, causing her to feel
anxious as Jacob and Mr. Crane took to the business discussion.
“I was very impressed with this little lady,” Mr. Crane
said, placing his hand on Heather’s shoulder.
“Yes, she is quite the asset,” Jacob agreed, smiling
kindly at her from across the table.
Heather’s homework on the men and their company paid off.
She quickly answered his questions, and even gave him a few pitches on the fly.
She could tell the old man was impressed by her wit and skill, but his son, he
seemed to be impressed only by her beauty.
Heather noticed Jacob staring at Sloan as his eyes rested
on her. She sensed a bit of jealousy from him, which she loved.
“Excuse me,” Heather said, rising up out of her seat.
All three men stood with her, Sloan pulling her chair out
from underneath her like a gentleman.
Heather felt their eyes on her as she headed towards the
ladies’ room. There was something to be said about the power of beauty, and
when combined with intelligence; it was an explosive entity. She knew this, and
she loved every second of it.
As she washed her hands with the creamy raspberry scented
soap, she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She couldn’t help but smile
at herself. Life was finally hers, she had the world by the balls, and it was
her time to shine.
Sloan’s eyes were still haunting her. She blushed a little
as she remembered telling herself she wouldn’t be able to make eye contact with
him after her masturbation session. But, she had managed to keep it
professional. She was proud of herself.
Outside the bathroom, Sloan startled her. He stood in the
long private hall way, staring at her with intent.
“You are one hell of a woman,” he said.
“Thank you,” Heather said, and started to pass by him.
He gripped her arm at the wrist, stopping her at his side.
She felt his hot breath on her as he turned towards her, his lips intensely
close to her face. She turned to face him, her lips brushing up against his. He
pushed himself against her, moving her back to the wall. His hands were on her
legs, sliding up her underneath her back dress, and his tongue invaded her
mouth with precision and control.
The strokes were aggressive and long, and his hands more
curious than his tongue as they moved to her ass cheeks, squeezing them tightly
in his strong hands.
Her leg lifted up against him, sliding along his hip, her
fingers ran through his hair, and her tongue came alive, stroking in the same
rhythm as his.
He slowly pulled away from her, leaving her breathing
heavy against the wall. Her nipples were erect, and she felt the juices flowing
between her legs moistening her panties. His eyes locked with hers. She
couldn’t speak. This was the passion she had dreamed about, the kind the couple
shared in her alley.
“Oh yes, one hell of a woman,” he said softly.
“One I plan to get to know a lot better,” he said.
His finger traced her lips, and then he walked away.
Heather felt like she had been hit by a Mac truck. The
kiss was so unexpected, but very welcomed. His touch was aggressive and
confident; one that she knew could teach her a thing or two. She suddenly
looked forward to getting to know Sloan a lot better.
When she made it back to the table, Mr. Crane and Jacob
stood while she took her seat. She was impressed by their chivalry, but Sloan’s
bad boy attitude was much more impressive.
Jacob was eyeing Heather, making her nervous. It was as if
he knew what had just happened in the hallway with Sloan. She smiled at him
softly, and sipped her drink.
When Sloan made his way back to the table, Heather avoided
eye contact, which made Jacob glare at her even harder.
“Well, I look forward to doing business with you,” Mr.
Crane said, standing.
He extended his hand to Jacob, causing him to lift his
eyes from Heather long enough for her to catch her breath.
“I’m expecting great things from you,” he said to Heather,
and then firmly shook her hand.
The waitress returned Jacob’s credit card, and then
everyone got up to leave.
Heather was relieved the dinner was over, but her moist
panties was reminding her that she had unfinished business with Sloan.
“Come have drinks with me to celebrate,” Sloan said,
smiling at Heather as he spoke.
Jacob was trying to pay attention to Mr. Crane as he said
his goodbyes, but his eyes were drifting back towards Heather and Sloan.
The thought that Jacob was jealous only fueled her desire
to get closer to Sloan.
“Are you ready?” Jacob asked Heather. She knew he was
pretending not to hear Sloan’s invitation.
“I think we are going to get a drink to celebrate our new
relationship,” Sloan said.
His eyes lay heavy on Heather as he spoke. She still had
not accepted his invitation, so she knew he was pushing for an answer.
“We have time for a drink or two,” Heather said, locking
eyes with Jacob.
“Sure,” he said with a smile.
Heather got the impression that he wasn’t a fan of
Sloan’s. His body language was stiff, and his lips tightened when he spoke.
“There is a great new rooftop bar on 5
th
Avenue,”
Sloan said.
“We’ll meet you there,” Jacob said, quickly extending his
hand to Heather.
She knew Sloan expected her to ride with him, but she
feared another sexual attack if left alone in the back of his car, so she
quickly responded by taking Jacob’s hand.
“He’s a real piece of work,” Jacob said once they got into
the car.
“What do you mean?” Heather asked.
“The way he looks at you…,” he said.
“It’s like you are a piece of meat,” he adds.
Heather loved that Jacob was protecting her honor, but she
liked the way Sloan looked at her. It made her feel sexy and desirable.
“I think he’s sweet,” Heather said with a giggle.
“I’ve heard he’s a real playboy, so just be careful around
that one Heather,” he said.
“I will,” Heather said, smiling wildly at Jacob.
“What is wrong with you?” he asked, laughing nervously as
she glared at him with that ridiculous grin.
“I think you’re sweet,” she said.
Jacob rolled his eyes at her, and then placed her hand in
his. His grip was strong, but gentle. He gave her a little squeeze as they
pulled up to the luxury hotel that housed the new rooftop bar.
“Two drinks tops…,” he said sternly.
Sloan was waiting at the entrance. He took Heather’s hand,
and gave Jacob a quick smile as he led her inside. Heather looked over her
shoulder to ensure Jacob was still behind them as they neared the elevator. He
looked irritated.
Sloan went on and on about the architecture of the
building as the elevator climbed to the top. Heather wasn’t interested in what
he was saying, but she couldn’t stop watching his mouth as he spoke. His lips
were soft and full, and she could still taste the scotch he transferred to her
earlier with them.
Jacob acted interested in what Sloan was saying, but
Heather knew it was only to divert his attention away from her. It wasn’t
working. Sloan had her hand gripped tightly within his. He rubbed her palm with
his thumb, making small circular motions that somehow felt connected to her
breasts.
The elevator opened to a beautifully landscaped atrium.
Large trees lined the entrance into the bar, where large red sofas and white
chaise lounges were situated next to high-top tables and a massive mahogany
horseshoe-shaped bar.
“This is amazing,” Heather said.
Sloan led her towards the empty red sofa in the back. She
reached back, grabbing Jacob’s hand, pulling him through the crowd with them.
A tall, lean woman wearing a tight red cocktail dress
greeted them once they sat. She offered menus, but Sloan declined, telling her
to bring them a bottle of their finest scotch and three glasses.
The woman seemed pleased as she took Sloan’s credit card.
Jacob seemed to relax once the woman brought the bottle and he got his first
drink. Heather had never had scotch before, but she was surprised at how smooth
it went down.
Sloan avoided talk about business, even though Jacob
continued bringing it up. Instead, he turned his interests to Heather, asking
about her home town, her personal life, and why she decided to move to New
York.
When she spoke about Jacob, and how she knew him since childhood,
she noticed Sloan become agitated in his body language. It was as if she had
hit a nerve with him, now making him feel jealous tings towards Jacob.
Jacob must have picked up on the vibe, because he scooted
closer to Heather, placing his hand on her bare knee while he told stories
about their childhood.
Heather felt torn in between the two men. It was like a
cock fight happening over her lap as each had a hand on her knee, and both
scooted in closely to claim their territory. It was leaving Heather confused,
especially since Jacob was already claimed by someone else; a tall, beautiful
super-model type with the cold face.
Jacob’s phone rang, and he excused himself as he walked
back towards the foyer. Sloan found the opportunity to make his move, and he
took it.
His hand slid up Heather’s leg, inching under the
material. His eyes peered into her, his lips parted, and she felt helpless as
he leaned in to kiss her. When their lips met, she felt his hand slide further
up her skirt. His fingers were dangerously close to her moist panties, causing
her to pull away.
“Jumpy little thing, aren’t you,” he said with a smirk.
“It isn’t because of your partner, is it; you guys aren’t
an item, are you?” he asked.
“No, you’re just more aggressive than what I’m used to,”
Heather said, fixing her skirt.
“Oh baby doll, you have no idea,” he said with a shrewd
grin.
Jacob interrupted their banter as he took his seat.
“Jolie is joining us,” he said, sounding a little
disappointed.
“That’s great,” Heather said, sounding just as
disappointed.
“Jolie, that’s your girlfriend?” Sloan asked.
“Fiancée,” Jacob quickly corrected him.
Heather felt anxious at how quickly he made the
correction. She started thinking maybe, Jacob was just looking out for her like
an older brother, and it wasn’t jealousy at all.
When Jolie entered the rooftop bar, men’s heads turned as
she walked by. Heather watched as Jacob’s face filled with pride as she made
her way towards him.
Sloan looked shocked when introduced to her, giving Jacob
a smile that Heather was sure meant he approved.
Jacob kissed his fiancée before making room for her on the
couch. It was only the second time Heather had met the woman, but the first
time she had to witness any affection between her and Jacob. The kiss was
quick, more like one you gave an acquaintance, making Heather wonder if there
was any passion between them; passion like she had felt with Sloan outside of
the ladies’ room.
Jolie was friendly, but indifferent as she spoke to
Heather. She seemed very interested in Sloan, which pulled Jacob to become more
territorial. His hand was on her knee; he scooted close to her like a puppy
trying to get warm, but she barely noticed as she leaned in to listen to Sloan
talk about his trip to Aruba.
“We better get going,” Jacob said, standing and extending
his hand to Jolie.
Sloan tightened his grip on Heather’s knee before standing
to say goodbye to the couple.
“One more drink?” he asked, turning to look at Heather.
Jacob’s arm was around Jolie tightly, but his eyes locked
onto Heather’s.
“I’ll take her wherever she needs to go…she’ll be fine big
brother,” Sloan said with a sly smile.
“If that’s ok with you?” he asked Heather.
She had looked forward to the ride home with Jacob before
Jolie had arrived. His jealousy was peeking all evening, or at least she
thought. Getting him alone would have confirmed her suspicions, but now there
was no way for that to happen. She couldn’t fathom the idea of riding home with
Jacob and Jolie anyway, and Sloan was still tugging at her panty strings.
“One more drink,” Heather said.
She smiled softly at Jacob. “I’ll be fine,” she said.