by Eva Luxe
I began to walk to the elevator, fishing for my car keys.
“Sure. Where are you going? To get your woman?” Richard asked winking.
“Something like that.”
The whole drive to Lindsey’s apartment went by in a blur. The turns and stops I made on the way escaped me as if the car were driving itself. I didn’t remember her number address, or her door number. I just knew where she was. I could’ve been thrown in the middle of nowhere and made it back to her.
That passion that radiated off of her… I needed that in my life. I could see myself marrying her. Making her mine. Marking her.
After the way her pussy gripped me last night, nothing was going to separate her from me.
I slammed my car in a free parking space and jumped up the steps to get to the door. I pulled on it, but it was locked. I forgot, this was a keyed entry. How’d that shit face man named Daniel get in here? Maybe he caught someone coming out.
Upon carefully inspecting the lock, I noticed it wasn’t one of the sturdy ones. So, I would be able to go back to my car and get one of my membership cards to slide through and trip the lock.
I returned to the door, card in hand, and just as I was jogging up the steps, a woman came bouncing down the stairs to open the door. Lucky me.
She opened the door wide and scanned me from head to toe. Of course she was going to hold the door open for me. The place smelled like the cooking of Indians and Chinese with a dash of American cuisine as well. She lived in a lively place, and it suited her. If only she’d allow me to give her better.
“Wow, you’re handsome. Are you spoken for?” she asked.
“Fortunately I am. Sorry.”
She sighed and went on her way. I climbed the steps and followed my memory.
Her door was right down this hall on the right. I stood in front and knocked.
“Lindsey?” I called out.
I didn’t hear any sounds in her apartment and knocked again. Louder, just in case she was asleep.
I looked at the time. It was pushing past noon. So she was probably out. After all, she was a stripper, so she probably held a day time job as well.
I took out my phone and dialed Ms. Rousseau. She knew everything about the people she matched together. Maybe too much.
“Hello? Is this you Mr. Glen?” she asked.
“Ms. Rousseau. I need to know where I can find Lindsey.” I gripped my phone in anticipation.
“Is this an emergency?” There it was. The hesitation.
“Yes,” I lied, gripping the phone harder. It was going to break under such pressure.
She chuckled. “Are you sure?”
“Ms. Rousseau—”
“Darling, she’s probably at one of her jobs. Are you at her place?”
“Yes. I need to speak with her.”
She coasted on a small bit of silence.
“Well, I’m not supposed to really tell you that much about her…”
“Ms. Rousseau please—”
“Hey,” said a familiar voice, interrupting me.
I whipped around to see Lindsey behind me, with her arms folded.
“Never mind, I’ll get in touch with you later,” I said, hanging up my phone. I didn’t even wait for a response from Ms. Rousseau.
“Trying to find me, huh?” Lindsey asked, putting her hands on those hips I kissed on and lavished so much last night.
“Yes, I want to take you somewhere.”
“Now? I don’t have time.”
“Why?”
“Why do you want to know?” she asked, pushing her hips to the side.
“Because, I have to!” I was getting impatient. I wanted her. I needed her by my side and I needed to be inside her as well. No woman in my life has messed with my head in such deliciously vulgar ways before.
She’s the kind of drug I want. The kind that will keep me on my toes, and help me see the color in life. She brought a fire and I wanted it to stay lit. My eyes fell on the curves of her body, making my dick fidget against my tight boxers. I swallowed and cleared my throat. Lindsey was sexy to a dangerous point.
That defiant attitude was only going to make me hard as a diamond.
“You have to huh?” She squeezed by me to her door and opened it. “Well, I have other jobs to work. So come back later tonight—”
I gently caught her hand and held it up.
“Please, I need to spend time with you now.”
She looked at my hands holding hers and she looked conflicted. That was when I knew I’d have to make it hard to say no.
“I have a couple hundred in my pocket maybe close to a thousand. Come with me to the park, and it’s yours.”
Lindsey’s eyes brightened up and she smirked. “You drive a hard bargain.”
She held her hand out. “Cash, now.”
I dug into my pocket and placed the wad of twenties into her hand. She bounced it, determining its weight. “This has got to be closer to fifteen hundred.”
“Really?”
“Weighing money is bit of a hobby of mine.” She hooked her arm around mine and closed her door, locking it. “Let’s go. I do have things I need to tell you about for the wedding since it’s coming up soon.”
***
The park was a perfect spot to take her to. Though, I wondered why I didn’t just drag her inside her place or to mine. She was more than a sex doll. But after tasting her, I couldn’t help but think about when the next time would come for me to bury myself deep inside her.
She woke something up inside me. And it wasn’t going to go back to sleep any time soon.
Lindsey hung onto my arm silently as we walked through the park. The winds were gently caressing us, and the fresh air was calming. Couples were buddied up and children were on the grass playing.
I saw Lindsey staring at the couples. She let out a small sigh and rested her head on my arm.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” she whispered. She straightened herself out and released my arm. “So, the wedding party. It’s in two days. I’m getting a Visa and plane tickets tomorrow. Well, I started the Visa process, so it’ll be here tomorrow. What about you?”
“Oh, I have a multiple entrance Visa already.”
“Of course you do, rich guy.” Lindsey rolled her eyes and chuckled.
We stopped at a fountain and Lindsey sat down on the rim of it, glancing at her reflection. I could smell the wafts of chlorine by my nose, mixed with Lindsey’s subtle floral scent.
“You’re beautiful, you know?” I said to her, placing my hand on her shoulder.
“Yeah. I guess,” she said, running her hand on the water, frowning.
“What’s wrong, Lindsey?”
“Nothing. Just tired.”
I sat down next to her and examined her face. She was worried about something.
“Lindsey, what about after the wedding party? I still want to see you. And I’m going to. But I’d like to—”
“Here we go. Don’t even do it.”
“Do what?”
“Fall for me. You’re going to start getting all sentimental over me. I’m not that kind of girl. I live off of one-night stands—”
“No, they live off of you,” I countered. Her eyes grew wide and she leaned away from me.
“Excuse me?”
“They do. Lindsey, you’re filled with so much fire and zest, don’t waste that on just anyone.”
I placed my hand on hers, but she pulled away. Her red hair glowed under the sun, and blew like a delicate scarf in the wind.
“You’re not suffering from a broken heart, are you?” I asked, trying to make eye contact with her. She kept her focus on the ground beneath her feet and frowned.
“I’m trying hard not to.” That tone of her voice. If she didn’t get her heart broken by a man, it was going to be broken by loneliness. I knew loneliness well. It could grip you by the throat and suffocate you.
Then the next step was to become a workaholic so you were immune to lon
eliness, so you could thrive and live on your own. I’ve done it. But Lindsey, she shouldn’t have to. If only she’d just see what I saw and give herself to me.
Then it clicked. I saw what she was doing.
She pulled herself up and wiped off her skirt. “Well, I’m a busy gal, gotta get going unless you’re thinking of kidnapping me.”
“That isn’t a bad idea,” I teased. “Would you need a ride?”
“I’m good. Fifteen hundred bucks will get me all the Ubers I want.”
She turned around and walked off. I watched
Chapter Five – Lindsey
After two days of hashing out how this was going to go down, the day had finally arrived. It wasn't like I was getting married, but I was still nervous. Stacy was more of a little sister to me than my actual blood sister.
I had to be there, and I had to make sure that I blended in. Gordon was a good choice. Maybe too good of a choice. At least he was a fun choice too.
I sashayed into his office, in my baby blue short fitting dress that had pearl embellishments with matching heels. A lot of the men in the lobby gave me serious looks and handed me their business cards.
As soon as they were out of view I threw them away.
Following Gordon's directions, I went up to the twentieth floor to his main office. I couldn't help but feel like a celebrity when I got off that golden elevator. It matched my style.
The secretary eyed me, and I went up to her with a straight poker face. She didn't know me, and I didn't know her. However, she had that yuck face on.
Wow, the basic characteristics of a jealous female.
"May I help you?"
I chose to ignore the attitude that spilled out of her mouth. Today was supposed to be a chill day, a nice day where I'd show up in freaking Canada for my best friend Stacy.
"I'm here for Gordon Glen."
"I'm sorry, but he's busy."
"I'm Lindsey Wilson, he's expecting me."
She gritted and looked on her computer while tapping her fingers on the keys.
She shook her head. "You're not in here. Sorry, there's nothing I can do for you."
Okay, now this bitch was trying my last nerve.
"Don't you have a phone? Do you know how to use it?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips and exaggerating a pose.
She crinkled her nose and laced her fingers together. "That's only for when people are scheduled. Now, I'll have to ask you to--hey! Where are you going! I'll call security!"
I went past her desk and marched down the hallway. Gordon was late, and his secretary was pissing me off. Not a good combination.
"Gordon!" I called out, still trying to sound professional and not bitchy. I'd save that for the secretary who decided to run down the hall after me.
There were double doors down the hall, and based on the design, it had to be his office. Just as I had reached for the handles, the doors opened and there he was.
His scent swirled around me while I was caught up in his choice of suit. Classic black tuxedo. He was sharp as fuck.
I had to calm down, wet thongs were just as irritating as wet panties.
"I'm sorry, I had a meeting that ran over," he apologized. "Are you--"
"Sir! This woman isn't supposed to be back here!" his ignorant secretary said, her face reddened with hot jealousy and anger.
"Yes, she is. I gave you the info of her arrival."
I butted in. "That's weird. She said she didn't see it."
Her face dropped into a face of fear. "Oh. I must've been wrong then." She stepped back and swallowed.
I grabbed Gordon's arm and she looked away. I wasn't surprised that his own secretary may've had a crush on him. He is sexy.
"That indeed," he said to her. "Ms. Eden, please go over the schedules again while I'm gone. I have a wedding to attend to." We walked past her and I grabbed one of Gordon's ass cheeks (damn it was toned). She saw it and stormed off down another hallway.
"She was so close to being cussed out. She likes you."
"And you do too, right?"
"It was a competition and I won."
The elevator door rang, and a man looked up, his eyes bugging out.
"Well, Gordon, is this a friend of yours?"
He had a ring on his finger, so I knew he wasn't trying to find out my details.
But then again, a lot of married men were pretty promiscuous these days.
“Yes, this is Lindsey Wilson. Lindsey this is Richard, one of my longtime friends and a partner here at my company.”
“Nice to meet you. Wish we could stay longer, but we’re kind of late.” I glared at Gordon. Gordon chuckled, and Richard shook my hand.
“Nice to meet you too. Don’t let me hold you up. Bye!”
That Richard person sure looked…abnormally happy…
***
Speeding cars were always fascinating. But being in a speeding Bentley, that was a thousand times better.
"If only this car was a convertible, I'd be standing in my seat screaming into the wind!"
"I'm glad you find this amusing, dear. I can barely feel the speed myself."
I smoothed my hand over the door of the car and concentrated how I felt.
"You can tell though if you pay attention. There's this wonderful feeling, like butterflies in your stomach. It's such a smooth ride with good suspension that you can barely feel a ditch in the road."
"Cars are your thing aren't they."
"They are. One day I'm going to buy a Lamborghini, paint it a pearlescent white, and take it on the track."
"You will too. I know it."
The traffic was going at a good pace. But then things began to slow down. I looked around to see if there was an accident, but couldn't see a lick. A traffic jam just up and fucking appeared.
Ugh!
"With this type of traffic jam, we're gonna be late!" I cried, sulking in my seat.
I told Stacy so many times I was going to make it. She even asked me to be her best woman.
Not being there would ruin it.
"This does look bad."
He messed around on his GPS to see if he could find another route. There was another option, but it was still five miles up ahead of us. And there was no telling how long it would take us to get there.
"Can't you call in a helicopter or something?" I asked. I wasn't joking either.
"Not with this, dear. Sorry," he said after a while. Was he really thinking that option over?
I sighed and looked at the clock in his car. Time decided it needed to move fast.
That plane was going to be gone in an hour.
"Shit," I groaned.
I took out my phone and looked at the other planes leaving out.
"Searching for another ticket?"
"Yeah. Can't book them online if they leave within an hour or two, but you can buy them in the station. It’s going to eat at my savings. But I have to get there."
Gordon placed his hand under my chin and tilted it, so I was looking at him.
"Don't worry. I promise you that you'll be there. On time."
One part of me screamed to not believe him, the other part of me won, making me believe him. "You better be right about that, rich guy."
***
My feet hit the pavement like speeding wheels. Gordon made an effort to stay close to me and kept up pretty well. My heels were stiletto, so that proved to be a challenge. Still, I was a stripper, so that meant that I had the best leg muscles, the strongest.
I made it into the airport when Gordon grabbed my hand.
"What? We're going to be late," I huffed. What was he doing, every second was precious and not to be wasted.
"Come with me. It'll be faster that way."
It was worth a shot. I followed him until we came up to double doors. Two men standing in front of them opened the doors, allowing us inside.
"Gordon, what's going on?" I asked. This wasn't a public part of the airport where anyone could've just strolled in. This was exclusive.
"You'll see."
I frowned. "You're always filled with some sort of secret, huh?"
We entered another pair of doors and my eyes were shocked. Talk about luxury.
"Wow. Don't tell me this is where all the super-rich come to fly," I exclaimed, my mouth open. It was a huge room, filled with a buffet, massage chairs, large TVs, and even a work station. There was so much here.
Everything was sparkling it was so clean and buffed.
"This actually belongs only to me. It’s a recent purchase," Gordon corrected, going over to a wine table and pouring himself a wine. Then he pointed out the window.
"Do you see that?"
I followed the direction of his finger. "The small jet?"
"Yes. That is a two hundred-million-dollar jet. We'll be taking that to Canada."
Gordon handed me a glass of wine.
"Wait, that small skinny thing?"
"Yes. I've went cross country and back a couple of times. It's a good and fast plane. Plus, the inside is quite spacious. Don’t let the outside fool you."
“Cross country, huh?” I walked over to the glass in the wall where you could see the jet. There were staff servicing it, and bringing it closer so we could board it.
Rich people had it easy. They didn’t have to dance in a room full of miserable drunk men unless they really wanted to. They could coast country to country without even waiting in a line. Bet even immigration didn’t bat an eye.
“Cool…”
“You’re not afraid of the air, are you?” Gordon asked me, clanking his glass with mine. This warm sensation of safety crept up my back and nearly sedated me.
“No, not at all. I like a little thrill in my life.”
I sipped on my wine, and the fresh fruity blends of grapes and what tasted like pears and citrus partied on my tongue.
“Wow, good wine.”
“It better be. It set me back ten thousand dollars for one bottle.”
“Set you back? Please, you didn’t even notice that,” I laughed.
Soon, a man in a gray mechanic suit ducked his head in. “Sir, we’re all ready for you and your lovely guest.”
“Thank you.” He turned to me. “Ready, Lindsey?”
