He watched as she held the glass to her lips and took a long swallow.
She gave him a small smile and said, “Thank you,” he nodded his head and left the room again without looking at the others.
The sugar and juice perked her up enough to pay attention while the men began dishing up their meal, and she thanked Liam for the plate that he handed her.
“So when are you guys planning on telling me why I’m here? And before you give me anything but the truth, I am out of here if I think you’re full of crap. I can say this much, it’s the strangest dinner date that I’ve ever agreed to.” She took a big bite of the almost cold noodle concoction and waited for someone to begin talking.
Liam finished chewing and swallowing the food in his mouth before saying, “Let’s finish eating first, afterwards we can talk. It’s complicated and you will play a major role if you agree to our plan.”
The room was silent until they began stacking plates on the cart, and Mackie stood to follow John and Darryl into another room. Liam held her back with his hand on her upper arm. “Look, I’m sorry that tonight has been a flat out mess. This is the way life has been for the past few months, and until the reception, we had been looking for you on a strictly personal basis. Afterward, well you’ll hear in a few minutes. So, before anything is said you need to know this.” He leaned down and embraced her and leaned down to touch her lips with his. His tongue coaxed her to open her lips and she enjoyed the feeling of his full out assault on her mouth. By the time he let her mouth go, his hands were full of the cheeks of her ass and she felt his hard cock pressing into her stomach. As kisses went, she’d give that one a ten.
He left his hand on her arm as they walked into the next room to join Darryl and John. This must be the war room , she thought as she sat in the chair Liam had pulled from the table. At least the men had manners, they were all nuts, but nuts with manners went a long way in her book. Looking around the room, she could see this was a favorite sanctuary from the worn furnishings and man toys decorating the shelves. Remote control trucks and sports balls shared a shelf, just as a volume of The Art of War , and a stack of Super Hero comic books did.
She wondered if the men knew that she was only sitting here ready to hear what they had to say because her sense of the ridiculous was beginning to appreciate the evening’s strangeness, and she was curious to get the rest of the events underway. She was tired, but nothing was going to stop her from hearing them out after Liam’s little teaser. They were all looking at each other, and no one said a word, so she got the ball rolling. “Okay, you have my attention. Let me start by saying you all know how to show a girl a good time, but since it’s already ten thirty, why don’t you just tell me what’s going on and we can go from there?”
Liam gave her a small smile and Darryl nodded his head, John sat with his hands folded on the table and seemed to be watching for her reaction before she’d been told anything.
“This is hard to explain, so bear with me for a minute please.” Liam opened a folder from the stack in the center of the table and started talking.
“Klinger International has their fingers in a lot of venues. We have in our portfolio companies that buy and sell everything, from ice cream to pharmaceuticals. As you know, we also do extensive research and development. What you might not know is that Eric was not being stalked and the attempt on his life had nothing to do with the latest video game, we have developed new drone technology and weapons systems for the unmanned machines. The U S Government is very interested in this and we had kept it under wraps until the negotiations and sale can become final.
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