the contract agreement which included a confidentiality clause. Ace was right, she was very professional and crossed every ‘T’ and dotted every ‘I’. I found myself anxious for the ball so I could meet Sarah in person.
On Saturday night I rode in the limo to pick up Sarah. I was more anxious than nervous. I had a lot of things on my mental to-do list. For instance, making sure I talked to all the people I wanted to make contact with, and of course meeting Sarah and hoping she and I clicked so our night would go smoothly. I got out of the limo and walked up to the beautiful, yet modest colonial-style home and rang the doorbell. I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until the door opened and I was greeted by big beautiful eyes and a beautiful smile. Sarah looked to be in her early thirties with beautiful, honey-colored skin, sexy wavy hair, and a body that wouldn’t quit. I was too mesmerized by her beauty and how she looked in that dress to care that she didn’t wear black like I asked her to.
Once we were inside of the limo, all I could smell was Sarah and her light yet seductive perfume. She avoided my eyes as I scanned her from head to toe, and each time my eyes lingered on her full, pouty lips. I’ll be honest, I wanted to taste them. Badly. When I finally got around to asking her why she hadn’t worn black as I’d asked her to, her answer both surprised and pleased me; but I couldn’t overlook the fact that she disobeyed my wishes.
Yes, I’m a control freak; there, I said it. What I wasn’t counting on was the spitfire that Sarah turned out to be after I reminded her of what I paid for and what I expected from her as the customer. I expected her to cuss my ass out, but instead she bit that pretty pink tongue of hers and turned cold as ice. She scooted over to the other side of the limo and ignored me, and that pissed me off. If there’s one thing you don’t do to me, it’s ignore me. I had to take several deep breaths to get my anger under control and remember the big picture. I attempted to apologize and start over but she wasn’t having it. She remained the ice queen with an acid tongue.
Not only did she continue to ignore me, but she also insinuated that I was racist. That’s when I lost it. I saw Sarah jump when I yelled “Enough” and I hoped that she would then take me seriously. I knew then that I would have to use other tactics with her; subtle tactics that when done carefully, a woman doesn’t realize that they’ve fallen under your spell. I may be a former brute with the scars and broken nose to prove it, but I also know how to seduce and romance a woman, and I’m damn good at it. Sarah said that she was going to give me my money’s worth and give the performance of a lifetime. What she didn’t know was that I planned on doing the same.
I made sure that Sarah stayed close by my side or where I could see her at all times. I had rationalized with myself that I was doing this to sell the illusion that we were a couple, when in reality I knew that wasn’t the reason. I was very attracted to Sarah; smart mouth and all. We worked well together, and suddenly she didn’t feel like a stranger to me anymore. We acted as though we were long-time lovers. I couldn’t keep my hands off of her, and I liked the way she followed my lead by snuggling into me whenever I pulled her close. My hands itched to grab a handful of her beautifully-shaped ass.
When I saw her across the room from me surrounded by a bunch of men vying for her attention, I was pissed. I ended my conversation with Benjamin Jacobs, one of the top business developers in the nation, to get Sarah away from those assholes. I don’t know what came over me. I didn’t know whether it was anger, jealousy, or the need to stake my claim on the most beautiful woman in the room. It was perhaps all of the above. Either way, a strong need to make it blatantly clear that Sarah was all mine came over me as I stalked towards her and
On Saturday night I rode in the limo to pick up Sarah. I was more anxious than nervous. I had a lot of things on my mental to-do list. For instance, making sure I talked to all the people I wanted to make contact with, and of course meeting Sarah and hoping she and I clicked so our night would go smoothly. I got out of the limo and walked up to the beautiful, yet modest colonial-style home and rang the doorbell. I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until the door opened and I was greeted by big beautiful eyes and a beautiful smile. Sarah looked to be in her early thirties with beautiful, honey-colored skin, sexy wavy hair, and a body that wouldn’t quit. I was too mesmerized by her beauty and how she looked in that dress to care that she didn’t wear black like I asked her to.
Once we were inside of the limo, all I could smell was Sarah and her light yet seductive perfume. She avoided my eyes as I scanned her from head to toe, and each time my eyes lingered on her full, pouty lips. I’ll be honest, I wanted to taste them. Badly. When I finally got around to asking her why she hadn’t worn black as I’d asked her to, her answer both surprised and pleased me; but I couldn’t overlook the fact that she disobeyed my wishes.
Yes, I’m a control freak; there, I said it. What I wasn’t counting on was the spitfire that Sarah turned out to be after I reminded her of what I paid for and what I expected from her as the customer. I expected her to cuss my ass out, but instead she bit that pretty pink tongue of hers and turned cold as ice. She scooted over to the other side of the limo and ignored me, and that pissed me off. If there’s one thing you don’t do to me, it’s ignore me. I had to take several deep breaths to get my anger under control and remember the big picture. I attempted to apologize and start over but she wasn’t having it. She remained the ice queen with an acid tongue.
Not only did she continue to ignore me, but she also insinuated that I was racist. That’s when I lost it. I saw Sarah jump when I yelled “Enough” and I hoped that she would then take me seriously. I knew then that I would have to use other tactics with her; subtle tactics that when done carefully, a woman doesn’t realize that they’ve fallen under your spell. I may be a former brute with the scars and broken nose to prove it, but I also know how to seduce and romance a woman, and I’m damn good at it. Sarah said that she was going to give me my money’s worth and give the performance of a lifetime. What she didn’t know was that I planned on doing the same.
I made sure that Sarah stayed close by my side or where I could see her at all times. I had rationalized with myself that I was doing this to sell the illusion that we were a couple, when in reality I knew that wasn’t the reason. I was very attracted to Sarah; smart mouth and all. We worked well together, and suddenly she didn’t feel like a stranger to me anymore. We acted as though we were long-time lovers. I couldn’t keep my hands off of her, and I liked the way she followed my lead by snuggling into me whenever I pulled her close. My hands itched to grab a handful of her beautifully-shaped ass.
When I saw her across the room from me surrounded by a bunch of men vying for her attention, I was pissed. I ended my conversation with Benjamin Jacobs, one of the top business developers in the nation, to get Sarah away from those assholes. I don’t know what came over me. I didn’t know whether it was anger, jealousy, or the need to stake my claim on the most beautiful woman in the room. It was perhaps all of the above. Either way, a strong need to make it blatantly clear that Sarah was all mine came over me as I stalked towards her and
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