Seductive Company (5 page)

“Next Tuesday…I’ll make all the arrangements, but I ask you to please do not disclose this project to anyone.” “We’ll brief your team that you are on special assignment.” “No one must know the reality of this project.” “If you would…please sign the agreement...I’ll get the ball rolling.”

They took the pens, signed the documents and handed them to Mr. St. Croix.

He stood up as he gathered the documents, placing them in a folder.

“I’ll be your contact while you’re in Nassau.” “You’ll report directly to me on all matters concerning this project.” If you need anything…anything at all just let me know.” “Remember…the objective is to get the Bahamas corporations and to enjoy a little sun and beach in the Caribbean.” “You’ll attend many parties and spread your presence around the island. This will catch the attention of the corporation heads and then you can persuade them to use our corporation to promote them.” “If everything goes according to plan we should be able to complete this project in say three months!”

India stared at him as she replied, “Three months…to get the whole country?”

“Once you get the major three industries…the rest will follow…we should be able to master this!” “Again…you’re the best in the business and I believe in you so…it will be done!”

He stood up stretching his hand out toward them to shake their hands. They stood up and shook his hand as they all strolled toward the door. He turned around and said softly, “Remember…this is confidential…I’ll be in touch!”

As they strolled out the boardroom and over toward the elevators, India thought, “What just happened in there?” “What am I getting myself into?”

As they both stepped on the elevator, Danika immediately said, “So…you got some skeletons in your closet huh?” “I wonder what you’ve been doing Ms. Goodie two shoes?”

India looked at her with a fuming expression as she replied, “I don’t know what he’s talking about…I just wanted to go to the Caribbean on the company’s dime…that’s all!”

Danika laughed, “Girl…who you think you’re fooling…nobody but yourself!” “I know one thing…you gonna give me some of that cat before you get back from the Bahamas…trust me on that shit!”

India looked at her and grinned as she thought, “This bitch is relentless…but the thought of being intimate with her wasn’t such a bad idea…just one I hadn’t thought about before…will see if she can convince me to do that shit.”

India looked at her as she replied, “What makes you think that I want to sleep with you?”

Danika laughed as she walked up and stood to inches from her face, “Because no woman can resist me.”

India just stared at Danika’s lips as she watched her seductively lick them. She looked up as she noticed that the elevator was getting close to the designated floor. Just as the doors were, about to open India stepped back as Danika just stood there and smiled. It was as if she felt she was the victor in this sexual battle. The elevator reached their floor and India and Danika got off, walking their separate ways. As India strolled back to her office, out of nowhere came Ursula.

“Girl…I heard you were summoned to see Mr. Bluefield…what did he want?”

She just smiled as she continued to stroll over toward the break area to get a glass of water.

As she poured the water into her glass she answered, “Well he asked me and Danika Winfield to work on a special assignment.”

“A special assignment…what type of assignment?”

“Hey…wait a minute…you're gonna be working with that bitch Danika Winfield?”

India picked up her glass, took a sip, and then replied, “What’s wrong with Danika?”

Ursula gazed at India with a “You know what I’m talking about,” expression as she replied, “Girl…you know she’s a lesbian.” “She’ll try to get you in her bed if you’re not careful!”

India laughed as she responded, “Has she ever tried to get you in her bed Ursula?”

Ursula looked at her with a harebrained expression as she replied, “Well…no but that doesn’t mean she ain’t no lesbian!”

India looked at her as she replied, “You shouldn’t judge anybody girl, especially if you don’t know their situation.” “Even if she is a lesbian…that’s her business right?”

Ursula looked at India as she replied, “Yeah…you’re right…but if I were you I’d be careful around her…just in case.”

India smiled as she rushed her out of the break area. As they walked back toward Ursula’s cubicle India said, “If you don’t want your skeletons to be exposed then you should not expose other people’s skeletons.”

Ursula sighed as she thought, “Why is she protecting her all of a sudden?” “Maybe there’s more to this then she’s letting on!”

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Later that evening, India and Ursula had a quiet dinner and cocktails. They then headed over to their favorite grown and sexy club, Club Emporium. It was around midnight, so the club was almost at capacity as they tried to mingle around the standing room only crowd. This club was exclusive with three levels, each with a D.J. spinning your choice of R&B, Hip Hop or of course, old school jams from the seventies to the present. Ursula had made reservations for the V.I.P. section earlier that day, so everyone had a place to sit and watch the dance floor. Finally making it into the club, they moved directly to the bar and ordered an exorbitantly priced Long Island Ice Tea. It was after this India scanned her surroundings, slowly letting her eyes drift over the occupants of the club. Her eyes stopped at the far left end of the bar where a tall attractive man stood, Crown Royal in hand, watching the dancing. His dark features made him almost intimidating in the dimly lit room as she observed him as he watched the dancers, slowly sipping his whiskey. Motioning to the bartender, she ordered another Long Island Ice Tea and slipped through the crowd to get a better viewing position. Ursula looked around and noticed that India was gone so she stood up to try to find her. While she was searching for her friend a medium build brother stopped her and starting conversing with her. Of course, she was trying to explain that she was looking for her friend and soon they were engaged in a deep conversation.

In the mean time, finding a table off to the side of her prey, India sat down, kicking another chair out from the table for her feet. Sitting there, she sipped her Long Island Ice Tea, and watched him. She sat there, half listening to the throbbing beat of the music, her fingers idly tangling in her hair. He barely moved, and she was sure that he was not really watching the dancers at all; in fact, to her it seemed that he was not really watching anything. She shrugged and proceeded to thoroughly explore him and admire his aesthetic beauty. Dark slacks complimented a white Stacy Adams shirt, and his shoes, which were a nice compliment to his pants. She noticed that one of his ears is pierced, but she could not observe the other one. He began to turn to the bartender and she calmly turned away as if she had not been staring, trying to devour him with her eyes. She scanned over the room, trying to make sure that Ursula was not looking for her, and then turned slowly back to where he had been standing but he was gone! She sighed, sipped her drink, and turned her attention to the sensuous movement of the dancers under the colored lights.

As she had made up her mind to go back to where Ursula was sitting, out of nowhere came this deep silky voice, “Do you mind if I sit here?”

She looked back at him as his breathe was teasing her ear. She was so startled that she almost choked on her drink. Coughing a bit, she swallowed hard and looked back at him again.

“No…Not at all,” her words were still slightly choked.

“I didn't think you would, not after the way you've been watching me since you sat here.”

She looked at him, his dark gaze meeting hers, teasing her.
She blushed. “How'd you know,” she asked her voice raspy, sexy.
He smiled, “I used my peripheral vision,” pointing at the corner of his left eye.

He smiled ensuring she got a glimpse of his clean pearly whites.

She did not know what to say, he had caught her and now the object of her perusal was sitting no more than three feet from her. So silently, she looked him over yet again, admiring the austere fineness of his features, and noticing that both of his ears were pierced.. He stared right back, enjoying the mutual checking out, taking in her full lips, cute nose, and hazel eyes. Slowly it happened, as she had known it would, his gaze drifted to her cleavage and the first signs of a smile appeared.

“I'm India,” she said, drawing his attention back to her face, “I see you've already met the twins.”

She raised an eyebrow and smiled sardonically at him. He laughed then, not an annoyed laugh or grunt, but a truly amused laugh. She dropped any sign of being pissed, and smiled openly, his laughter making her feel more flirtatious. When he stopped laughing he was still smiling, a slightly mischievous grin that seemed to light up his face.

“Miles,” he said, sipping his whiskey.

They slipped back into silence, watching the play of the strobe lights on the dance floor. Moments later a song that she could not bear to sit still too began to play. The beat intoxicated her, bringing her to her feet. Snoop Dogg’s “I Wanna Rock,” pounded through the speakers, and without even asking if he wanted to dance, she moved to the dance floor.
In a relatively empty spot, she caught the beat, riding it with her body. She moved sinuously with the music, caressing each note with her movements. She closed her eyes, aware, without seeing, of her surroundings. The song changed, the beat flowed, and the music burned in her blood. Smiling brightly she continued to dance with exuberance, song after song until the sweat soaked her hair. Out of breath, she returned to her table to find a fresh drink. She sipped it slowly, savoring it, thanking him with her eyes.

“I would have joined you but I only do R&B.” His voice slid across her skin like silk.

“It’s alright; you just would've held me down anyways,” she winked at him and held the cool glass against the front of her chest, letting the condensation cool her skin.

Their eyes met across the table, his intense gaze searing her skin. It followed the trail of condensation to where it disappeared deep in the valley of her breasts.

“Oh…I'll hold you down alright,” he murmured, “but I may never let you back up again.”

She did not hear him, her body still throbbing from the music. She watched the lights dance on the floor and her mind danced with them. Raising her drink to her lips, she glanced at Miles, smiling slightly as she took another drink. Her eyes glowed when she looked at him, looking like emeralds in the dim light, the silvery eye shadow she wore brightening them. His eyes wandered over her body, admiring her frankly, just as she had him. Setting down her Long Island Ice Tea, she moved a bit closer, her fingers trailing casually over the back of his hand, waiting for his reaction. He turned his palm up, and she let her fingers draw a lazy circle in his palm before leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss on his wrist. Looking up at him, his eyes darkened with desire, she almost shivered. He was so large, so incredibly gorgeous, and if she was right, he wanted her at least half as much as she wanted him.

“So are you seeing anyone,” she asked, her voice slightly hesitant, not wanting to break the enchantment that seemed to be interlacing around him.

“Wait, are you…married,” he asked.

“No…never been married and no boyfriend.”

He looked at her now, appraising her, wondering if maybe he should stay away. A woman like her, if she was as promiscuous as she sounded, could have something he did not need.

“Don't worry…I’m not a lesbian,” she said, as if reading his mind.
He smiled as he stood, offering his hand. She smiled as she took it as she stood, and smoothed her pants. He led her to the south exit of the club. She followed him stepping outside. She shivered and realized she had left her jacket.

“Wait…I left my jacket,” she said softly, looking up at him. “Would you mind waiting for just a moment while I get it?”

“No, please go get it.”

She ran back inside to the table where she was sitting, grabbed he jacket and walked back outside, ready to go.

When she returned, he looked at her with an extremely sensuous smile and said, “Ready?”

She smiled as she replied, “I'm ready for whatever baby.”
Walking side by side, he adjusted his stride so it fit hers as best he could manage. She was content to follow him wherever he led her so he led her to a nearby park. They walked down the pathway to a small wooden building, which stood just off to the side of the road.

“Here,” she whispered her voice breathy in the silence
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Without a word, he pulled her towards him, bending to kiss her. He backed her up against the wall, his hand slipping inside her jacket to cup her breast. Her hands immediately were sliding up under his shirt, settling against his warm skin. Her manicured nails dragged along his skin, as his tongue slipped between her lips, tangling with her own to explore her. He tasted like beer, his complete maleness driving her to almost madness. She kissed him boldly, letting her hands drop to his hips, her fingers dipping into his waistband as she pressed herself closer to him. His lips slid from hers down to her neck, softly caressing the sensitive skin there. The contrast of his warm lips and the cold wind was a complete turn on and she moaned. His hand had already undone the buttons of her shirt while her attention was elsewhere. His is hand slipped inside her shirt, covering her breast. His thumb brushed over her nipple, lightly at first and then harder, his lips wandering her neck, his breath hot on her skin. Her fingers fumbled slightly with the button on his pants and then getting it slid the zipper down, her hands finding their way inside his clothes. She caressed him through the cloth of his underwear, her fingers tracing the line of his hardening shaft. His hand stilled on her breast, his breath shortening a bit, as she explored the long length of him. His teeth bit sharply into her neck and she slipped her hand inside the waistband of his underwear, pushing them down, and freeing him from the confines of clothing. She wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked him slowly from base to tip. His lips brushed along her collarbone and then his lips were covering her nipple, his tongue teasing it to hardness. She stroked him quickly, and squeezed lightly. He batted her hand away and backed her up hard onto the wall. His fingers on the tie of her pants, he pulled and they fell away revealing a black satin thong. His fingers traced the outline of her pussy, pushing the flimsy panties out of the way; he thrust a finger up into her, his eyes watching her face. Her head rolled back and she closed her eyes as his thumb caressed her clit. She reached blindly, forward fingers brushing lightly over him, but he pulled away, not letting him touch her.