“No angel, 'tis not Yvette,” his voice was soft and gentle. “It's four o'clock on a beautiful Tuesday afternoon, and the temperature is only one hundred and two degrees at the moment.”
“You let me oversleep.”
“Perhaps. I've been told as long as I bring coffee, I'll likely be forgiven.”
“Another of your talents revealed,” she laughed lightly.
“We have barely scratched the surface of my talents, love.”
God, his voice was so seductive, yet the words sounded completely natural, as if he had been born with the ability to cause her stomach to flip three hundred sixty degrees with each sentence he uttered. But deep inside Victoria knew everything he said, everything he did, was designed as part of his masterful seduction. He was trying to win her heart, her mind, and her soul.
“Then I will look forward to continuing the quest,” she purred, as he walked into the room, setting the tray on the table in front of the windows. Her mood was light, as if the events of yesterday afternoon never took place, as if she had not revealed her love for him.
“Please, join me,” Jason said, indicating the chair across from his.
“What, you're not going to serve me coffee in bed?” she asked. “Didn't anyone tell you I always stay in bed until I've had at least two cups?”
“As a matter of fact they did; however, if you stay in bed I won't be able to enjoy your naked body framed against the beautiful silk of this chair.”
Letting out a heart-felt laugh, Victoria threw back the sheet covering her body, climbed from the bed, and with slow graceful steps walked to the chair. Taking a seat, she placed her elbows on the arms of the chair, and struck a natural pose. Her breast pushing outward, her knees folded gently one over the other. Her foot poised close to his leg, she slowly moved her toes up his calf. “Is this what you had in mind, handsome?”
“For the moment,” he laughed.
She watched as he poured two cups of coffee, then lifted one and handed it to her. Taking a seat in the other chair, his eyes settled on her body, and he very deliberately moved his gaze from her toes up her legs, resting briefly at her stomach, then continuing up her chest. His tongue licked over his lips as his eyes followed the curve of her breast, up her neck, past her lips, and settled locked on her eyes. A smile turned up the corners of his mouth as he lifted the cup to take a hesitant sip of the hot liquid. Watching as his eyes raked her body, she could feel the goose bumps start. Once again needing a distraction, she put all her attention into the cup of coffee she was holding.
His laughter filled the room. “Do I make you uncomfortable, angel?”
“Not at all, it's just a little chilly in here.”
More laughter, “Good God Victoria, it's hotter then Hades in here and you know it.”
She took another sip of coffee, closing her eyes momentarily, then went on the attack. “Let's not discuss the weather, I'd much rather discuss you.”
“And what exactly is it you wish to discuss?”
With a twinkle dancing in her eyes, Victoria started, “Well first of all, let's discuss why it is I've yet to see your naked body.”
“Yes, we could discuss it, although I believe I explained it to you once already. You do remember, don't you?”
A quick flash back to the multiple orgasms and exquisite climax he had wrought, brought a smile to her eyes. “Oh, I remember very, very well, sweetheart. And one of the things I remember is opening my eyes and seeing you dressed, your explanation notwithstanding, of course.”
“Of course,” he agreed. “If your desire is to see my body Victoria, all you need do is ask.”
“Then consider it asked, my love. I want to see your body devoid of clothing.”
Jason's breath caught when she said my love. Up to this moment she had called him sweetheart or Jase and the words spoken so naturally brought joy to his heart. “Do you want to finish your coffee and perhaps have a quick smoke first? Or are you willing to forgo the daily ritual?” he asked with all seriousness, “Because I must warn you once I get you in my arms again, it's likely to be days before we come up for air.”
Now it was her laughter which filled the air, “Oh my! In that case I do believe we best finish the coffee, maybe even eat a little something, then Mr. Hunter it will be my turn.”
“Your turn, my love?”
“Oh yes, my turn to play your body, to rock your world—and my turn to take you to the edge of ecstasy and beyond,” Victoria responded playfully.
* * * *
Two hours later, Victoria and Jason had finished eating. Jason was a great cook, and Victoria enjoyed sitting at the kitchen table watching him move around the room, breaking eggs into a bowl, chopping vegetables, and searching the cabinets to locate the right pan for this and that.
They ate on the balcony, the heat feeling good on Victoria's naked skin, as she had yet to put on any clothes. From the moment he had removed those she wore last night, she had allowed him the pleasure of her body, no clothes or modesty, just free and open. Several times as he cooked, his eyes settled on her breast or the heart shaped curve between her hips and mound. More than once she had moved her legs slightly apart to allow his gaze to rest briefly on her exposed clitoris, and several times she was rewarded by the noticeable swell of his cock.
Leaning back in his chair and dropping his napkin on the now empty plate before him, Jason asked, “Did you enjoy the breakfast?”
“It was wonderful,” she laughed. “I also think you're wonderful, and now I think it's time to find out just how delicious your body is.” Standing, Victoria took his hand, pulling hard as an indication she wanted him to stand. Once he was on his feet she led him to the other side of the balcony, overlooking the pool. Letting go of his hand, she dragged her fingers along his waist as she walked around his body, coming to stand directly in front of him. With a smile she said, “And now my love, we will see just how splendid your cock is.”
The sound of the intercom buzzing was all it took to destroy the moment. With a look of disgust on her face, Victoria hit the button on the phone sitting on the table near them, “This damn well better be important, Pierre,” she growled.
“You know I wouldn't interrupt unless it was, Belle. There is an urgent call from Paris for Mr. Hunter.”
Jason moved to stand next to Victoria, “Pierre, please find out who is calling, make sure I have the number, and tell them I'll call back in ten minutes. Then if you would, please join us in the residence, I think we need to discuss a couple of things.” Turning to look at Victoria, Jason said, “I think unfortunately we will need to briefly postpone your turn, my love. Why don't you slip on a robe and talk to Pierre for a few minutes until I get back?”
“I think you planned this to avoid letting me get a look at your naked body. Maybe there is something strange and you don't want me to find out.”
“There is nothing strange about my body, angel.” Jason turned her around, patted her on the ass and gently pushed her toward the bedroom. “Mind if I use one of the offices for a few minutes?” he asked as she stepped through the bedroom door.
“Not at all, Jase. Pierre has keys, tell him to open my office for you.”
Pierre was coming up the stairs, still smiling to himself about the bit of conversation he had overhead when Jason forgot to close the intercom connection. How had Hunter managed to keep Victoria from seeing his naked body for two days, he wondered. As he stepped onto the upper landing he met Jason on his way to office wing. “Here are the keys to my office,” he said as he handed Jason the keys and a note with the name and phone number of the caller. “Please feel free to use anything you need.”
“Thank you Pierre, this should take about twenty minutes.”
Pierre continued on to the residence to join Victoria, while Jason continued down the hall to the office.
* * * *
Jason walked to the desk and settled into the chair. He had been a little uneasy since Pierre interrupted them on the balcony. He didn
't need the note to know it was Sam calling. Sam was the only person who knew he was in Las Vegas. He also knew Sam would never have contacted him unless it was very important. So what was going on that had Sam worried enough to interrupt him, he wondered to himself as he picked up the receiver and dialed the number for his Paris office.
“Hunter Consulting,” a friendly female voice said. “May I help you?”
“Hello Suzette.”
“Mr. Hunter, how are you?”
“Fine, please put me through to Sam's office.”
“Yes Mr. Hunter, right away.” Suzette put him on hold while she notified Sam that he was on the line.
Within seconds, Sam's voice barked over the line, “Jase I'm glad you finally called.”
The urgent note in his voice caused Jason to worry a bit, “I just got your message. What's so important it's got you interrupting me on a mission? A mission you sent me on.”
“Jerry Greenberg.”
Jason frowned at this. “Dammit Sam, I don't have time for any of his bullshit.”
“This isn't the usual stuff Jase. Greenberg had a heart attack two weeks ago and the firm's in a shambles. His wife is trying to run the company; she's completely lost and has asked for our help. She needs someone running the show and doesn't know the first thing about promoting or hiring a replacement for her husband.”
“Two weeks and we are just now hearing of this. Dammit Sam what is happening to the communication system? We should have been notified as soon as he was hospitalized.”
“I know that Jase, and you know that. However, Mrs. Greenberg did not, and apparently no one at the office thought to tell her. Bunch of idiots running around like they haven't got a clue on how the company operates.”
Jason took a deep breath, letting everything set in for a moment before he responded. “Is Jerry going to live?”
“Doctors say yes for now. He's in bad shape though. Looks like he could be paralyzed and his wife does not sound like she's holding it together very well either.”
“What did you tell her?”
“Told her I would need a few hours to get in touch with you and implement a plan. I explained it would take us a couple of days to develop a strategy, and then we would arrange to meet her.”
Jason thought for a moment about who in the New York office was best suited to start getting things in order, then replied. “Tell Michael I want him heading the team. Have him start with a step-by-step plan to keep things running for a minimum of six months. Make sure he realizes I'm planning to offer him as the temporary replacement for Jerry. I want him running the company until we can determine who in the firm is best suited to take over if Greenberg is unable to return.”
“Michael is already working on the draft, I figured you would want him on this. He's got the most experience with Greenberg's firm. I also have the plane heading here to pick me up. I'll be in New York Thursday sometime. Once we touch down I'll have them head to Vegas to get you. We should have everything in place by late Friday to meet with Mrs. Greenberg.”
“Give me her number Sam. I'll call and arrange a meeting for Saturday morning. And Sam, I'm sure you've already taken care of the flowers, but if not get some sent right away.”
“Number's 555-4652, and the flowers went out hours ago.”
“Okay. I'll call you back after I've talked to Mrs. Greenberg.”
“Sure,” Sam said. “Jase, I'm sorry about this.”
“Can't be helped, Sam. We'll take care of the problems and I can be back here by Sunday night, Monday morning at the latest.”
“I take it things are going well?”
“You could say that. I'll fill you in on things when I get to New York.”
“See you soon, Jase.”
“Bye Sam.”
Jason leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes momentarily. Usually he loved the challenge a situation like this would create. Sighing deeply, he thought about how the timing on this one sucked. Looking at his watch he realized his call to Sam had taken most of the twenty minutes he'd told Pierre he would be gone. He decided to check on Victoria before he made the next set of calls. Standing, he headed back in the direction of the residence.
* * * *
Victoria was sitting on the balcony, where Pierre joined her. He took a seat across the table from her and poured himself a glass of lemonade. Victoria seemed to be lost in thought, so Pierre sat quietly sipping the sweetened liquid. Ten minutes passed without words, than Pierre gently tapped her hand. Victoria turned looking into his eyes as if she had just become aware of his presence. Once she did, it only took a moment before she launched into questions.
“Are you happy? Do you see what is happening here? Just what do I do now, handsome?” Victoria asked. “What do I do now?”
“Calm down Tori, I see what is happening, and yes I'm happy. As for what you do now, don't do anything, just let nature take its course.”
“Nature! My God, Pierre, you've seen what he does to my senses.”
He smiled. “That I have. It's like watching you make love for the first time in your life.”
“I'm not sure I'm ready for this.”
“When is anyone ready for such passion? This type of connection doesn't happen often, Belle. You need to give yourself time to explore the possibilities.”
“I'm falling in love, Pierre. That scares the hell out of me.”
“Tori, listen to me. It's been a few hours of intense pleasure, with a dash of reality thrown in. The hardest part is over. I suggest you just enjoy the next few days and see where you are and how you feel by Friday.”
“And what happens when we open tomorrow? Is Jason going to understand my role here at the club? Is he going to ask me to give less to our other members?”
“So many questions, Belle.” Pierre laughed. “First of all, you don't need to worry about the next two days as I've given the staff vacation time and closed the club until Friday.”
“You did what?” Victoria demanded. “I never said I wanted the club closed for two days.”
“Calm down Tori, it's a decision I made and I'm standing by it. You and Jason need some time alone to figure out where you're going with this relationship. And to be frank, you need to find the boundaries as a couple before we throw more bodies into the mix.”
“What if he decides I should keep the club closed? What happens to your grand scheme then?”
“I would never ask you to close the club, angel.” Jason stated.
Turning toward the sound of his voice, Victoria and Pierre realized Jason was standing in the doorway, leaning comfortably against the frame.
“This is your home and your work, my love. I have no desire to disrupt your world in that manner,” Jason smiled, as he straightened his body and walked toward the table where they were sitting. “Especially when I can think of many pleasant ways to disrupt your senses.” Jason leaned down to give her a quick kiss. Then turning to take Pierre's hand for a shake, he said, “I didn't realize you planned on closing the club.”
“I felt it best to give everyone time to adjust to the situation, and truth be told, I need a couple of days off myself.”
Jason moved to lift Victoria up out of the chair, and then slipping into it himself, pulled her onto his lap with ease. He held her close and relaxed as he joined the conversation. “I happen to agree with Pierre.”
Victoria looked up into Jason's face. “You and Pierre are becoming too much alike all of the sudden.”
Jason laughed. “Well my dear, since Pierre has taken it upon himself to close the club for a couple of days, why don't we take advantage of the situation?”
“And what exactly is it you have in mind?”
“Pack a couple of necessities and run away to my suite. We can play tourist. See a show, have a late dinner, and I'll even take you gambling. I'll be your good luck charm.”
“Sounds lovely, with one condition.”
“Which is?”
“When we arrive at your room I'm in char
ge for the first two hours. You're mine, no questions, no debates.”
Pierre had been watching this interesting conversation and decided now was the time to make his exit. “I don't believe I'm needed for this negotiation, therefore if you will excuse me, I'm going to take a swim and then I have plans for the evening. You two enjoy your time away and I'll see you Friday morning.”
Victoria stood and moved to kiss Pierre goodbye, “Bye handsome,” she said as her lips met his.
Pierre pulled her into a bear hug, kissing her lips quickly. “Have a great time Belle.” Reaching behind Victoria, Pierre shook hands with Jason, who had come to stand close by. “Au revoir Jason,” he said as he turned and left the residence.
Taking Victoria in his arms, Jason said, “It's a deal angel, I'm all yours for two hours after we arrive at the hotel.” As he stopped speaking, he captured her lips for a probing kiss. Releasing her mouth, he commanded, “Now go get dressed and pack a few things. I have to make a quick phone call to the office, and I'll have the car here in one hour.”
“Jason?”
“Yes Victoria.”
“Your earlier call, is everything all right?”
“For the moment. Sam is flying in from Paris, and I need to be back in New York by late Friday. It should only take three days to get things in order, then I'll return and we can continue exploring possibilities.”
“Sam?”
“Yes, my business partner,” Jason explained, wondering about the look that had just come over Victoria's face. “Is anything wrong, angel?”
“No, I didn't realize you had an office in Europe. Is that where you heard about Club Belle Tori?”
“As a matter of fact it is, Sam is a member here and he has talked this place up quite a bit.”
Victoria's mind was racing. Sam, Paris, European member, hell, this was a plot, and Pierre was right in the middle of things. “Jase, can you give me two hours before you have the car arrive, I need to take care of a couple of things, and I'd like to spend a few minutes alone with Pierre before we go.”
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