“Do you need a reminder?”
“No, not really. I’m ready.”
Aisha pointed at the door with her right hand and seconds later, Sam pulled a key out of his left pocket. When they walked inside the house, the sight of the extremely tall ceiling stunned her. It had to be at least thirty feet tall, with a massive chandelier in the middle. The walls were entirely made of yellowish limestone. There was a big staircase to the right and a 10-by-12ft arch shaped door to the left, more than forty feet away from where they stood, across the staircase. The spotless, hardwood floor was shining under the ample, chandelier light. On the right side of the white wall, two, big, oil paintings, one depicting a sunset on a sandy beach. There was a mountain range on the other, with some snow on each peak. On the left, two more paintings: A replica of Picasso’s “Guernica” and Da Vinci’s “Joconda”. The detail on each painting was extreme. Those were not cheap fakes by any means.
“My sister’s wardrobe is the second door to the right. About that drink?”
“Oh, I prefer gin.” Aisha responded and quickly climbed the stairs. Upon reaching the top, she saw four doors to the right and two to the left. They all looked pretty much alike, made of oak, with golden doorknobs on the side, except the first door to the left. It had no knob on it. In fact, Aisha could not see any kind of lock on that particular door. Curious to see for herself what Sam meant by “fancy dresses”, Aisha opened the second door to the right and pressed the light switch on the left hand side of the wall.
“Oh, my God…” She murmured when she got in. Each side of the room was filled with all kinds of dresses, on separate hangers. Her attention was drawn to the first dress on the left. It was a beautiful, peach silk georgette dress with sparkling rhinestone accent, featuring a removable fabric flower and contoured hem with ruffle detail. The dress was fully lined and had a side zipper, on the right.
“I think I’ve died and gone to heaven…” Aisha checked for matching shoes in the tall shoe case further down the room, to the right. At the bottom, to the left, she found a pair of light pink, mare fabric dress pumps.
“Bingo…” The shoes were her size. She picked them up and heard someone knocking on the door. She opened it and saw no one. There was a silver tray on the floor, with a bottle of gin and a tall glass in it.
“Damn, that guy looks so gorgeous…” Aisha said to herself, before she downed her drink like a cowboy. It had already been a long night and she had no idea what to expect. She tried to forget the incident on the beach and focus on Sam. There was something different about him. He was a bit too cocky and did not show any understanding, but his manly looks and his deep voice had won her over. Even though Aisha was a beautiful woman, she had not had been in a relationship for more than six months and she missed being with a man. As a barmaid, she had met a few interesting guys, but no relationship lasted more than a few weeks.
“They all run like hell when things start to get a little too serious…” She used to say to her good friend, Ava. Of course, Aisha was right, at least to an extent. Men will not commit easily, much to her frustration.
Lost in her thoughts, Aisha changed clothes and had another two drinks of gin, before she stood in front of the body size mirror to the left. She looked wonderful in that outfit; her black, smooth skin seemed to glow in the pale light. The dress was tight on the chest, accentuating her cleavage and a little loose around the waist. Perfect for her athletic figure. The shoes emphasized her long, slender legs. She ran her fingertips across her curly hair and struck a pose. Then, she overheard two men climbing the stairs. One of them was Sam. The other voice belonged to someone much older than him. Aisha could tell by his tone: It was way too hoarse. She hastily put the glass and the bottle down, back on the tray, anticipating a knock on the door. The muttering outside stopped, briefly. A sound of a power door sliding open filled her ears.
“That must be the door I saw earlier…” Aisha felt a little dizzy; for a moment, she thought the room was spinning. She would only drink alcohol on special occasions. Had she been drinking every night, she would have ended up in “Alcoholics Anonymous”. That is probably the reason why she felt slightly intoxicated. It was not every day she had three drinks of gin in a matter of a few minutes.
She straightened her dress and tried to snap out of it. Right after that, she heard someone approaching the door, in a slow, relaxed manner. There was only one man she had met that night who walked like that: Sam.
“Sweetheart, may I come in?”
“Yeah, come on in.”
Sam opened the door. The young athlete he had saved earlier had turned into a gorgeous woman, feminine, classy and dashing.
“Wow… Just wow.” He mouthed silently to her and clapped his hands three times.
“Are you sure you’re not a model?”
“Smooth talker. I like that…”
Aisha gave him a broad smile, for a first time that night. Before they left the room, he closed the door behind him and went closer to her. He then took her right hand in his palms and tried to refresh her memory.
“Ok, do you remember what I told you outside? That prick’s in my study. I gotta make a good impression and I need you by my side. Are you sure you can handle this?”
Aisha wasted no time in answering his question.
“Hell, yeah…” She chirped. Sam paused for a few seconds and stared at her from top to bottom. A crooked smile formed on his face. It was more than obvious to Aisha that he had something in mind, but he would not share it with her.
“Alright, let’s do this…” Sam’s commanding tone returned, as he led Aisha towards the room across the hall. He had left the power door open. There was an elderly man in Sam’s spacious study. He was almost completely bald and only had some white hair on his temples. In a navy blue suit, carefully reading a newspaper in front of him. He had sat in a black, leather armchair to the left of Sam’s, white, wooden desk. The room was filled with posters of sports cars. Right above Sam’s executive armchair, the picture of a red Ferrari 458 Italia. To the right, more posters of several other cars: Lamborghinis, McLaren’s, Zondas and Porsches.
“Man, this place is oozing with testosterone.” Aisha’s mind was filled with every possible word to characterize a macho man like Sam. Nevertheless, she had a job to do and did not want to ruin everything her savior had prepared.
As soon as they entered Sam’s study, the old man literally popped out of his luxurious armchair and looked at Aisha, right into her eyes. His jaw dropped; Aisha had drawn his attention.
“There she is! Damn, Sammie you got a great taste!” He groaned hoarsely and opened his arms for a big hug. He was much shorter than Sam. A lot less than 6ft, nearly as tall as Aisha, not counting her heels.
“You never mentioned she was black, but hell, she looks so fine, Sammie. Name’s Jack Martelle, dear. I am the president of ‘People’s Bank’, New York. Nice to meet you.” The young woman would be a lot more embarrassed if it had not been for the alcohol. She smiled at him and offered her right hand politely for a handshake.
“My name is Aisha Wilson. Nice to meet you, Mr. Martelle.”
Meanwhile, Sam stood behind her, watching Jack’s every reaction. Taking a cleansing breath, he sat back in his executive chair, while Aisha sat in the large, black, leather couch across his desk and crossed her legs. Jack would not take his eyes off of her, though.
“Hmm…” Sam cleared his throat.
“Now, Jack… Where were we?” The banker turned his head to the left and faced Sam.
“Oh, yeah. You need to understand, Sammie. You got yourself a great piece of software; I’ll give you that. But, who’s to say that it can’t be… What you call it?” Jack paused, looked up at the ceiling and put his right index finger on the edge of his forehead.
“Hacked?” Aisha interjected. Jack looked back at her and opened his eyes wide in disbelief.
“Right!” His voice got louder.
“Ass and brains!” He added. Aisha got a little
shocked at his crude remark, but smiled at him. Sam, on the other hand, started laughing hard.
“Good one, Jack. But, let’s just stick to business.”
“I am talking about business, Sammie. Can you guarantee your software is hack-proof?”
“Sir? If I may answer…?” Aisha raised her hand, like a young schoolgirl in class.
“Sure, go ahead.” Jack urged her. Then, Aisha arose slowly from her seat.
“Well, I don’t think any antivirus or Internet security developer can guarantee total security. It’s just a risk everyone has to take. Has anyone ever promised you -- in writing – that his software is hack-proof? I don’t think so. There’s an unwritten law in computer science: Everything can be hacked. It’s just a matter of will, skill and time. Isn’t it?” Aisha kept walking up and down the room as she spoke to the elderly banker. Her relaxed tone seemed to convince Jack. After all, she did have a point. Jack’s initial surprise had turned into sheer admiration. Even Sam kept staring at her, unable to believe his ears. None of them expected her to know anything about computers, let alone security software.
“Sammie, remind me to send you a big ass present on your wedding day. You make sure you marry this girl. If you don’t, I’m gonna smack some sense into you.”
Once again, Sam chuckled, in an attempt to hide his embarrassment. Aisha would not just sit back in the couch, though. Instead, she noticed the empty armchair across the aging figure and decided to seal the deal, in a way only women can.
“Thank you for the nice comments, Mr. Martelle. I am right…” Aisha sat in the chair and paused for a moment, before she crossed her long, luscious legs.
“Aren’t I?” She finished her sentence. Of course, the old banker could only stare at her amazing figure. With her left, almost fully exposed, left leg on her right and gently rocking the armchair back and forth, Aisha even leaned slightly forward, offering him a good chance to stare at her cleavage. Men loved her perky, full C cups.
“Um…” Jack hummed, placing his trembling left hand on Sam’s desk.
“Sammie, prepare those contracts. I wanna sign them first thing in the morning. It was nice to meet you, sweetheart. Now, please, excuse me…” Jack was in panic. He would probably have a heart attack had he stayed in Sam’s office for another minute. He got up and left the room in a hurry.
Sam was dumbfounded. A complete stranger had just done something great for him. Realizing his success, he jumped from his seat, with both his fists high in the air.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! That’s what I’m talking about, baby! Yeah!” He cheered. Then, he leaned towards the top drawer and pulled a ten-inch cigar. He put it in his left pocket and went over to Aisha.
“Couldn’t have done it without you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” At that point, Sam put his arms around Aisha and lifted her from her seat easily enough. The two of them were close enough for her to notice the fullness of his lips and his quite curly eyelashes. She had rarely seen that on other men.
Aisha smiled down at him, still a little dizzy from the alcohol. His embrace was very tight. She felt his muscles flex on her back. Sam was a very strong man indeed. He was very happy and Aisha would not ruin his moment by asking him to put her down. A few seconds later, he eased her down, just in front of his desk and loosened his grip a little. His large hands were on her back. Their faces were only three inches away from each other. Aisha felt him breathing down her neck. Her heart pounded inside her chest, as his hands traveled towards her neck. Sam caressed her left arm and ran his fingers through her hair, not saying a word. The two of them maintained eye contact. Aisha did not expect his next move, though. She closed her eyes, eagerly anticipating a kiss, but Sam placed his left hand on her back, four inches above her waist and his right hand an inch on her left shoulder. He pulled her closer to him, gently and then, hugged her. Still with her eyes closed, Aisha tried to suck in his manly scent. Before she knew it, his full lips were on her left cheek, laying soft kisses.
“I so want him right now…” The feel of his lips on her smooth skin was amazing; Aisha wanted more. She put both hands on his massive chest and pushed him back, slightly. Their eyes met again, but this time, just for a split second. Sam leaned forward towards her, seeking her lush lips. Then, he used his weight to press her down on his desk. Very soon, their lips locked. Sam stroked her left knee briefly, before his right hand started slowly going up her leg. Their kiss was tender, sending shivers down Aisha’s spine. She even felt his manhood getting larger and harder on the inner part of her left thigh.
In spite of her desire, she would not sleep with a man a few minutes into knowing him. She felt a bit too relaxed, but she was not drunk. Notorious for playing hard to get, she would not change her ways, especially for a selfish, rich guy like Sam. As much as she enjoyed their kiss, she had to stop it.
Suddenly, she pushed him back, ending their kiss.
“I think I’ve had too much to drink…” She mumbled.
“Yeah, you’re probably right about that. So…” Sam looked like he was talking to a client. His tone was not personal anymore. His voice got high pitched.
“Thanks a lot for tonight, really. In fact…” Sam turned to his left and walked back to his desk. Then, he unlocked the last drawer and took two wads of cash out of it.
“Here’s twenty thousand dollars. You’ve earned it.” He tossed the money on his desk. At a loss for words, Aisha looked at the money first and then back at Sam. He had a toothy smile on his face.
“Twenty thousand? For me?”
“Yeah, isn’t it enough?”
“No, that’s not what I meant.”
“Then what do you mean, Ms Wilson? What do you want?”
Aisha’s shock abruptly turned into anger. She did not want him to address her by her last name.
“What? ‘Ms. Wilson?’ A minute ago we were kissing, for God’s sake.”
“We were, but you’ve been through a lot.” Sam left his desk and went closer to her, again. Aisha stood tall, as if she was trying to intimidate him.
“FYI, I always get what I want, Aisha. Thanks a lot for tonight, though. We can call it even. Unless…” Sam put his right hand back on her left shoulder. She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists.
“I can’t believe the nerve on this guy… Geez, can’t he take a hint? How about a kick in the nuts, motha-fucka? I’d probably do that if you hadn’t saved me, you stupid, arrogant son of a bitch.”
“Hands off, Mr. CEO. I don’t want your money and I don’t wanna fuck you either.”
A sardonic smile was painted on Sam’s face. Then, he slowly ran his index finger on her shoulder. His tantalizing caress made her tingle.
“Oh, but you do…”
“I think I’m dealing with a spoiled brat here.” Aisha’s body was craving for his touch, but her mind kept telling her “no”. It was up to her alone; Sam would have no say in this and would not touch her again, until she allowed him.
“Hell no, rich boy. I’m not one of your ready-made whores. Now, get your hand off!” Aisha’s firm voice discouraged Sam. He had no choice but to comply. Right after that, she stormed out of his study and ran downstairs. She had to leave that place.
Sam would not her go that easily. He ran behind her and stopped her, just before she started going down the stairs, by grabbing her right arm. Aisha flipped around, very nearly in tears.
“I’ve had enough sickos chasing me for one night. Now, leave me alone, before I tell the cops you were that bastard’s accomplice and you fought over me!”
The wealthy man was at a loss for words. He had been led to believe that money could buy him anything and anyone. Aisha had encouraged him, but she would not give into him like that; she was different. There he was, with that beautiful woman just two feet in front of him, in a very emotional state. It was one of the very few times in his life that Sam could not find anything to say. He only gazed at her, saddened by her rejection and subsequent outburst.
“I… I though
t you like me.” He managed to murmur after a few seconds.
“Not like this, Sam.” Aisha took a step closer to him, raised her left arm and pushed him back with her left index finger.
“Hell no…” She went on. Much to Sam’s disappointment, he watched her storm out of his house, slamming the door behind her. He did not like the scene, but it was good that it happened in private; there were more than fifty people on the ground floor and everything would be in the tabloids the following morning. Sam sat on the landing and leaned against the wall, with his hands on his face and his heart beating hard inside his chest.
“I gotta find you. I wanna see you again…”
“Ava, get out here. And bring some water. Lots of it.” It was 10:40pm on that clear, warm summer night. The sky was full of stars; the moon was beautifully lighting up the night. Aisha was on Ava’s doorstep, looking for a shoulder to cry on.
Aisha’s friend had made a good name for herself as a realtor and had bought a luxurious house on Townsgate Road, in Westlake Village, more than 15 miles away from Zuma Beach. Featuring a big porch and a small lawn just in front of it, it was nothing like Aisha’s small apartment, five blocks away. Inside, one could find marble floors, a kitchen with a granite counter on the right, a quite large dining room on the left with a white leather sofa and a 55-inch TV. But, the young barmaid had no intentions of going inside. The only thing she wanted was to talk to her friend.
Ava was 30 years old and Caucasian at 5 ft. 6 inches, 136 lbs., with long, straight, blonde hair, hazel eyes and a pale complexion. Much less athletic than her friend, Ava used to get a lot of attention due to her natural looks and her curvaceous figure. And she did not mind one bit, even if she heard all kinds of whispers behind her back. She was confident, she loved food and no TV show would tell her what she should or should not eat. In nothing more than denim shorts, a white tee and her pink slippers, Ava emerged with a bottle of water in her left hand and a tall glass in her right. Aisha had taken a seat at the oval-shaped bamboo table in the middle of the porch, twenty five feet to the right of Ava’s front door and was staring at the stars, with her arms folded across her chest, sighing.
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