by Sloan Storm
“Maddie,” Brian said with a hint of apprehension in his tone. “Everything okay?”
His words snapped me out of my hypnotic state and brought the bitterness of my last interaction with Grey flooding back into my mind. Thinning my lips, I smoothed my apron and marched back towards the cash register.
“Yes, thank you, Brian. This gentleman was just leaving.”
As I passed near Grey, he reached for me. “Maddie.”
I pulled away with a small squeak, evading him. As I did, Brian inserted his bearlike torso between us, shoving Grey in the process without a word. Grey regained his balance as he fell back and lifted his hands in mock surrender.
“Hang on pal,” Grey began. “Take it easy. I just want to talk to Maddie.”
Brian sniffed. “First off, slick, I’m not your fuckin’ pal. Second off, it doesn’t look like she wants to talk to you. Now why don’t you get out before I throw you out?”
I huddled behind Brian and looked past him towards Grey. Glancing to Mr. Wilson, I noticed him peering over the edge of his newspaper, his eyebrows drawn upward in surprise. I shrugged and flashed a sheepish grin at him.
“Hey!” Brian exclaimed, startling me and focusing my attention back on the friction building between the men. “I’m not gonna tell you twice. Go.”
Grey nodded. With his hands still up in front of him he said, “I’m just gonna reach inside my coat pocket. Okay? Maddie, would you please tell him everything is all right?”
Half-wanting to watch Grey go toe-to-toe with my burly protector, I almost, almost, almost thought I’d scream that Grey had a gun. But instead, as Brian did a half-turn in my direction, I shrugged.
“It’s fine,” I muttered.
Brian nodded and looked back at Grey. “Go ahead.”
Grey slipped his right hand inside of his coat and a moment later pulled out a long black billfold.
“Checkbook,” he said, as he turned it back and forth in his hand for Brian to examine.
Brian nodded and as he did, Grey extended his hand towards him in greeting.
“Grey Sinclair,” he said, as he raised his eyebrows in an expectant manner. “And you are?”
I had no clue what Grey was up to, but I didn’t wish to upset my poor boss any more than he already was. Brian glanced at me over his shoulder for reassurance once again.
“It’s okay.” I said.
Brian nodded and turning back towards Grey, extended his hand in a cautious manner.
“Uh, Brian,” he replied. “Brian Mulrooney.”
The men shook hands for a moment and then released their grasp from each other. As they did, Grey straightened his tie.
“Brian,” he began with a smile. “I could talk about Arabica beans and the finer points of Doppio Espresso all day long, but I’m afraid that would cut into the business I’m here to conduct.”
Brian wrinkled his brow. “Business? What the hell are you talkin’ about?”
Grey nodded. He spread his arms upward and outward and continued, “Brian, I’ll be honest. I love your place. Great coffee, I’m sure, outstanding staff…”
I rolled my eyes as he paused for emphasis.
Good lord. What was he doing?
Grey continued, “And you know, I’m always on the hunt for new investments. Have you ever considered selling your establishment?”
Brian’s posture eased a bit. “Uh, no, but it doesn’t mean I wouldn’t. You know, for the right price, of course.”
“Of course,” Grey replied. He stepped forward and smiled a mouthful of white. “And what is that price, sir? How much?”
Brian rocked back on his heels. “Well, I… I’d have to get the financials together you know? Don’t you wanna see the books?”
Grey shook his head. “Nope. How much?”
Brian began to turn his head towards me, presumably for some guidance on how to handle this maniac.
“Don’t look at her,” Grey snapped. His voice boomed with the command of a tycoon. “She doesn’t own the place. How much do you want? Name your price. Come on Brian, you know what your place is worth. Name it. Now.”
“Seven hundred thousand.”
Grey nodded and without wasting another second, began to scribble in his checkbook. After he finished writing, he slipped his pen back in his pocket and with a single swipe, tore the check out and passed it to Brian.
Brian’s eyebrows tented upwards. I couldn’t tell if it was a look of disgust or surprise.
“Uh,” he stuttered. “Are you… sure about this?”
“Absolutely,” Grey said.
“It says three… million… dollars.”
“Not enough?” Grey asked, as he motioned for Brian to pass the check back to him.
In a haze of disbelief, Brian glanced at me. “Is this guy for real?”
I crossed my arms at my chest and nodded in disgust. “Unfortunately, he is.”
“Well shit, buddy,” Brian said, folding the check and sticking it in the front pocket of his shirt. “You got yourself a goddamn deal. Welcome to the coffee b’ness.”
Grey took his hand, but as he did, he said, “I do have two conditions to my offer, however.”
Brian nodded. “Name ‘em.”
“The first is that you stay on long enough to train someone from my management team to take over.”
“Okay,” Brian said, nodding. “What’s the other?”
Grey turned towards me. “That you fire this woman at once.”
“No problem, buddy.”
He nodded at me. “Maddie, you’re fired. Get your stuff and get out.”
My jaw fell open in disbelief. I stepped back and slapped him across the upper arm.
“Uh! Brian!”
He shrugged. “What? You heard the man.”
“Fine,” I said, as I untied my apron in a hurry. Slamming it on the counter, I reached underneath, grabbed my purse and prepared to get out of there as fast as I could. Brian’s head moved on a swivel as I raced by him and headed for the exit but before I could reach it, Grey stepped in front of me, blocking my escape.
“Get out of my way, Grey,” I warned. “So help me, I’m in no mood.”
“All right,” he said, as he stepped aside and opened the door for me. “But I will follow you, Maddie. Wherever you go.”
I turned my head away from him and as I did, he reached inside of his pocket and pulled out his checkbook. Brandishing it in front of my face, he continued, “No matter where you work, I will buy the place and fire you. Go where you wish, you will not escape me. Not again. I will never lose you again.”
GREY
Was Maddie Olsen worth three million dollars?
I’d bought and sold billions of dollars’ worth of shit over the years. Businesses, stocks, bonds, commodities, oil and gas rights, and on and on. If it had profit potential in it, I’ve probably purchased it at one time or another.
Even so, the most valuable resource any successful business has is its people and when it came to our fledging enterprise, none were more important to it than Maddie. She was the one who would make it a success or failure, if she could only hang in long enough to understand that.
And so, is that why I came all the way here, to the epicenter of ‘fly over country’? To get the person responsible for running the business back?
Yes.
And no.
Yes because I’d be a goddamn fool of a businessman if I didn’t protect my investment and do everything in my power to see it succeed. And no, because well, as fucking difficult as Maddie was to control, something about her had my attention and I couldn’t put my finger on it. All I knew was I had no interest in letting her disappear on me.
Yet I had some work to do if I was gonna make sure that never happened again.
I stood in the doorway of the Brew Ha Ha as she stormed ahead of me and walked to the waiting limousine. The driver jumped out of the vehicle as she approached and tugged the door open for her. She was pissed. No question about it. I watch
ed her anger express itself as her hips snapped back and forth with crispness, as if each step were a crack from the lion tamer’s whip.
I followed behind as she disappeared into the shadows of the back seat.
As I walked towards the car, I remembered something my grandfather used to say. The family patriarch, he’d built up the Sinclair name from nothing, becoming one of the richest men in Chicago during his lifetime.
He had only one rule in business… Never want anything too much.
Growing up poor, the son of a sharecropper, a lot of his wisdom came from a life lived hard on the open plains. But as it relates to this issue, he’d say, “You want to be the one with the prize. Like the dirt farmer dangles a carrot in front of a mule.” Translated, it means if you’re too eager, what you want will forever remain just out of reach.
I paused as I got near the open door of the vehicle when the question entered my mind…
Who was the dirt farmer here and who was the mule?
Damn it to hell, I wasn’t sure, but I figured it was worth three million to find out. I climbed inside and the door to the limousine had scarcely closed when she spoke.
“What are you doing here, Grey?”
I slid into the seat and got a sorely needed eyeful of her. Maddie sat with crossed arms, intertwined legs and a scowl. She had her hair pulled up in a high ponytail, which softened her standoffishness, but not by much.
“What do you mean?” I asked, as I reached towards her. “Where else would you expect me to be?”
As my hand neared her, she slapped it away and turned her body sideways to me.
I withdrew my hand and continued, “We’re going back to LA, Maddie. Where do your parents live? We’ll need to get your things.”
Without turning her torso, Maddie swiveled her head in my direction and replied, “Uh! I am not going anywhere with you, Grey! If you want to buy every business I work at, fine, but I will never go back there.”
“Fine,” I said. “We’ll run the business from here.”
“What do you mean? We’ll run the business from here? The reason I am pissed at you has nothing to do with the business, Grey! Don’t you get that?”
“No, that’s where you’re wrong. I get it.”
She spun her body back in my direction. Fists clenched she fired back, “Do you? You broke my heart, Grey! Do you get that?”
Not much catches me by surprise in life. When you deal with people for a living like I do, you get pretty good at reading them. But goddamn, I didn’t see that coming from her. Had no clue. She caught me off guard with that. I suppose it showed as I sat there in silence for a few seconds after she’d finished.
She shook her head and scoffed. “Yeah, that’s what I figured.”
My jaw flexed as I looked into her eyes. I felt trapped between wanting to ask her what the fuck she was talking about and just apologizing for whatever she thought I’d done, if only to get it over with. In the end, I decided on neither and instead I reached towards her again. But she pulled away from me, closing herself off and fixing her gaze on the flat landscape as it rolled by just beyond the backseat window.
Grimacing, I turned my body away from her and faced forward. I placed my hands over my kneecaps and sat in silence for several seconds as I contemplated the best way forward. At last, a thought occurred to me.
“Maddie,” I began. “Do you remember the first day we met?”
I paused and turned my head in her direction but she didn’t reply. When it became obvious she wasn’t going to, I continued, “You asked me if we could ‘start over’. Remember?”
Her frozen posture melted some as she looked at me. Even so, she didn’t speak.
But she did nod.
I raised my eyebrows as I looked at her. “And I gave you that chance. Didn’t I?”
She nodded again. Her body language softened a bit more.
“So, whatdya say? How about giving me a chance to start over now?”
As I finished, I reached towards her and brushed the top of her hand with my fingers. She grimaced for a moment as she looked down, until a soft exhale escaped from her. Slowly, she returned my gesture and wrapped her hand around mine, squeezing it. As she did, she looked back towards me. And for the first time in far too goddamn long, I got a look at those eyes of hers.
Brilliant blue, made all the more so by the tears she looked to be holding back.
“I’m sorry, Maddie.” I said, as I held her hand tight in mine. “I am. I didn’t realize.”
As I spoke, tears spilled over the edges of her eyelids and ran down her cheeks. With her right hand, she wiped at them as fast as she could, but barely managed to keep up.
“So is that a ‘yes’? Are we starting over?”
Maddie sniffled. Her breath hitched as she gulped between tears and replied, “Yes.”
Turning my body towards her, I lifted her hand to my lips and kissed it.
“Good.” I said.
Maddie sunk back in the seat and her legs spread a fraction as I looked at her. The angry mask she’d worn since I saw her again at the coffee shop turned soft and a feminine appearance returned to it once more. Sensing the change, I continued to move close to her. I moved my hand between her knees and locked my arm in place as I braced myself along the edge of the seat.
Maddie’s head fell back, and I watched her sadness transformed in front of my eyes. Her lips drifted apart, inviting me to press mine against them. It seemed as if it had been years since the last time they’d met and I wasn’t about to waste another goddamn instant. I lunged towards her and pressed my lips hard against Maddie’s, pinning her in place.
She moaned as she reciprocated my advance, twisting her head from one side to the other as passion engulfed us. She tasted so sweet and I intended to get my fill. As we kissed, electric shocks pulsed through me as our hands began to wander and explore each other. After several more seconds of our embrace, she broke her lips free of mine for a moment.
“My parents…” she puffed.
“Mmm, hmm,” I muttered, as I kissed and licked her neck along the space between her ear and her shoulder. “What about ‘‘em?”
“Well…” she gasped, as she glanced out the window for an instant to get her bearings. “We’re gonna be there. Soon. And…”
“Okay,” I muttered, as I slid my left hand between her legs, hooking her thong underneath her uniform in the process. I tugged it aside with a forceful jerk and exposed her.
With a deep inhale, she rolled her head away from the window in my direction and crashed into me with a gentle nudge. As she did, I slid the first two fingers of my hand within her and positioned my thumb on top of her clit. With a firm, come hither motion, I dragged my fingers inside of her while I swirled her swollen bud at the same time.
“Then you better hurry up,” I replied. “Right?”
Maddie inhaled and sucked in a great gasp of air. As she did, a high pitched moan accompanied it.
“Right?” I said, as I pressed my lips against hers once more.
Maddie groaned as her thighs spread further apart, allowing me easier access. Lifting her arms up, she draped them over my shoulders and hooked her hands together behind my head. As the limousine bumped along the country road, she began to slide her hips back and forth against my fingers.
My cock raged. It pressed against the fabric of my pants, eager to get loose and have its way with her. Just then, Maddie released her grip and her hand fell… straight to my crotch.
“I want you,” she whispered.
Her fingers dragged across the tented fabric of my slacks causing my dick to pulse with need. Her touch stoked my desire and I pressed my lips hard into hers again. Our tongues flicked and danced in each other’s mouths as the moments passed.
I sensed Maddie’s release approach with each successive stroke inside her. I massaged her clit with ever increasing pressure, bringing her closer to the edge. Just then, Maddie reached for my belt and tried to undo it, but I snatched her wris
t and held it firm.
“No,” I began, as I broke from her lips. Looking into her eyes, I continued, “This is for you, Maddie.”
Her eyes fluttered closed as her head drifted back until it pressed into the leather headrest. Maddie’s hips gyrated with a wild cadence as I continued to stimulate her clit. As we kissed, she lifted her arms up and after pressing her palm flat against the car window, she grabbed hold of my shoulder with her other hand. Her nails curled inward, digging into the muscles of my upper back when she broke free from me and let loose with a deep groan. At that instant, her entire body began to pulse, rocking back and forth as she kept time with my strokes inside her.
“Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh…” she chanted.
I felt a smile creep to the edge of my mouth as her climax approached.
“Cum Maddie. Cum now.”
“Uh huh, uh huh, uhhhh huuhhhh!!” she cried out.
At the last instant, she pressed her mouth against my mine and bit my lower lip as her orgasm crashed into her body. Maddie groped and slapped at everything she could get her hands on as the peak of bliss washed over her. After several seconds, the severity of her gyrations began to subside until at last she slumped back into the car seat, spent. As she did, Maddie grabbed the lapel of my coat and tugged me in her direction. We kissed for several seconds and then I returned to a seated position next to her.
In my peripheral vision, I could see her attempting to recover. Her chest rose and fell with large swells at first. As the seconds ticked by, the gaps between breaths lengthened and the size of them lessened, until at last, she spoke.
“How… did you find me?”
“I can’t tell you.”
“Why?”
“Well, in case you decide to run again, I don’t want you knowing all my secrets. Do I?”
GREY
Maddie and I returned to LA and for at least two days straight, we never left the bedroom.
I missed it.
Her.
Hell, it was the same way I’d miss oxygen if I was underwater for more than thirty seconds. Funny how you don’t even realize stuff like that until you don’t need it, and worse, can’t get it.
