Uncontrolled Spin: The Power and Danger of Spin ("Un"missable Series Book 1) (3 page)

“Good evening, Jim. I’m meeting Mr. and Mrs. Stevens this evening.”

The valet passes on this information to the hostess, who ushers Sean to the Stevens’ regular table, seats him, and says, “I’m sure the Stevens will be here shortly, but I’ll have your waiter bring your drink. What is your pleasure tonight?”

“I’ll wait for the Stevens to arrive, but I suspect it will be Bordeaux,” he replies.

“As you wish, Mr. Green,” she says, briskly departing the table.

Mark and Bonnie arrive shortly after, and Sean watches Bonnie stroll across the dining room as gracefully as ever. Her turquoise evening dress clings to her hips and is cut low enough to tastefully reveal her abundant cleavage. The gown is slit up the front to just above the knee. Sean muses;
Mark has always had great taste in women… especially blondes
. Sean stands up, hugs Bonnie, and then shakes Mark’s hand before returning to his seat.

“Sean, you really need to get into designer suits. Those off-the-rack models are so unbecoming. God knows you can afford more than eight hundred dollars a suit.” Bonnie shakes her head in disgust.

Instantly, Sean’s mood sours. “Really, Bonnie? Are we going to go through this again? I don’t need to pay for designer suits. I like my off-the-rack specials. I’ll leave the designer clothing for you, my dear. I’m too cheap to spend that much money on clothing. Although I will admit you look stunning this evening.”

Bonnie eyes him carefully. “If you weren’t so charming, I would suspect you just insulted me.”

Sean smiles. “I would never insult you. I just can’t carry off designer clothing like you can.”

She snorts. “Thank you, but I don’t believe you one bit. And this time, my designer is Jessica Silva.”

Sean raises an eyebrow, motions for the water, and, because of Bonnie’s irritating presence, orders a Macallan triple, cask matured, twenty-five year old Speyside, single malt scotch. Then he looks at Mark and says, “What can I get for you and Bonnie?”

Bonnie orders a dirty martini and Mark orders Tanqueray gin with tonic and a wedge of lime.

While the waiter scurries to procure their drinks, Bonnie says to Sean, “I understand you met my friend, Jessica.”

“Jessica?” Sean questions.

Bonnie resists the urge to roll her eyes. “You know, Jessica Silva? She owns Beauty Boutique Clothing.”

“Oh, yes. I met Jessica.”

“Sean, she really needs your help. I thought you would be the perfect person to—” Bonnie begins, but Sean interrupts.

“You did, did you?”

“Well, actually both Bonnie and I felt you’d be perfect,” Mark interjects.

“Well, thank you both for you confidence in me, but I told Jessica I would help her find someone else. I’m not interested in delving into the fashion industry.”

Bonnie gasps and touches Mark’s arm. “Please, baby, get him to come to his senses! Jessica is terrific. Like I said, this dress is one of her designs. Sean, you simply must reconsider.”

Sean sighs. “Thank you once again, but Jessica will do fine without my help. If she is as good as you say she is.”

Bonnie lifts her chin. “Oh, she is.”

Sean eyes Bonnie warily, “Anyway, Mark, I wanted to share some thoughts I have about your situation in Brazil—”

Bonnie interrupts, “Can’t we eat dinner before you boys start talking shop? Afterwards I can excuse myself so you two can discuss any business you desire.” Mark nods in acquiescence to Bonnie’s desire, and Sean agrees as well, but only if the subject of Jessica Silva is also off the discussion table. Bonnie reluctantly agrees. The discussion remains light over dinner, and Mark orders a Grand Marnier soufflé dessert for everyone to sample. After dessert, Bonnie says, “Alright, I’ll give you guys some time to talk. I’ll head to the bar lounge and call Jessica while you two discuss your business.” Mark and Sean stand as she does, and she nods to them as she leaves the table.

Once seated in the lounge, she telephones Jessica and asks how her meeting with Sean went.

Jessica tells Bonnie it was awful. “Sean is a pompous ass. He was callous and insulting. But I won’t say any more, so don’t ask, please.”

Bonnie is shocked to hear this about Sean, because she has always found him to be gracious, even if he has always been a bit arrogant.

“Maybe he is so charming with you because your husband is his number one client,” Jessica suggests.

Bonnie snorts. “Well then, I’ll ask Mark to apply pressure in the right spots to make Sean reconsider representing you.”

Jessica replies, horrified, “Girl, I love you for supporting me, but promise me you will do no such thing! If SGM is going to represent Beauty Boutique Clothing, it’s going to be because I earned his respect and he sees the value in doing so. Not because he was pressured by my influential friends.” Bonnie’s silence on the issue announces her reluctance to agree. “Promise me, Bonnie!” Jess pushes.

“Okay, okay, I promise you I won’t interfere in your business,” Bonnie finally concedes. “I was just trying to help. And I still believe Sean is amazing when it comes to marketing. His help would boost your business tremendously.”

“I understand. I’m just not sure I can work with an ass like Sean Green,” Jess replies.

Bonnie sighs. “All really successful men like Sean and Mark are assholes at some point. The secret you need to learn is the sexual power we women have over them. For them it’s about the conquest, and for us it’s about the victory. If you handle yourself correctly, by the time you give in to any man, you have achieved victory way before they have enjoyed their conquest.”

“That’s horrible! I would never screw a man simply to gain power over him.”

Bonnie chuckles. “You are so naïve. Sexual attraction is a powerful weapon, and you have it at your disposal. You can use it for good or evil, but you are stupid if you think it isn’t real or you haven’t used it in the past. I’m not suggesting you seduce every man for everything you might want. That would make you a whore. What I’m suggesting is that all women use their sexual attraction to imply a man may have a chance in order to get the results they wish to achieve for themselves once in a while. If you’re attracted to the man, there is nothing wrong with a quick romp in the sheets to cement the deal and release tension.”

“You are unbelievable sometimes,” Jess says.

“Don’t you dare attempt to tell me you’ve never done such a thing, because I know better, and you know I do.”

Jess finally relents. “Alright. I get your drift, but I’m not going to use my ‘charm’ on Sean Green. He’s a major prick! I’m not even attracted to him.”

Bonnie rolls her eyes. “He’s a prick who knows his shit, and you’d do well to remember that. I just want you to get the best marketing firm around, and SGM is it. Good luck, and if you need some advice on using your feminine charms, just let me know.”

“I think I can handle that area of my life on my own, but thanks for cheering me up,” Jess replies, shaking her head and grinning.

Bonnie smiles. “No problem. Let me know if I can do anything to help outside of the feminine charm.”

As Bonnie hangs up, Mark and Sean enter the lounge and ask if she is ready to go. Bonnie says, “It’s about time you boys were done talking shop. I was getting lonely.”

Sean cringes internally and says his goodbyes quickly. He heads to the valet to retrieve his car, and goes home.

Bonnie licks her lips seductively and suggests Mark needs to get her home soon. Mark grasps the significance of Bonnie’s gesture and calls for his Mercedes to be brought around front as fast as humanly possible. As soon as it arrives, he tips the valet and helps Bonnie into the passenger seat. Bonnie shifts her dress as she slides into the car, exposing her leg to mid-thigh. She smiles shyly at Mark and says, “I think this night is only going to get better than it has already been. Thank you for a delightful dinner, baby.”

“You’re welcome, my lover,” Mark replies, and hurries to get into the driver’s seat.

CHAPTER 3

GETTING LUCKY

M
ark and Bonnie turn into the driveway of their ten acre Marin County estate overlooking the well-manicured grounds, private pool, and cabana. It’s a warm summer evening, and the illuminated home is truly palatial, yet still welcoming, basking in the warm glow of interior lighting. Walking into the vast entrance, Bonnie glances over her shoulder and tells Mark with a playful smile, “I’ll make you a gin and tonic if you send the staff home for the evening.”

Mark smiles in return and says, “Consider it done.” Turning, Mark heads to the staff’s quarters and gives the help the night off, then returns to the kitchen.

Bonnie hands him his gin and tonic with a wedge of lime and says, “Just the way you like it.” She is holding her own drink, a dirty martini, as well. Mark smiles, and Bonnie puts her drink down to place her arms around his shoulders. She gives him a slow, sensual, lingering kiss. Mark puts his drink on the counter and places his hands on Bonnie’s hips, then slowly brings them up her back. Bonnie spins in his arms, placing her rear against his front, and grabs Mark’s salt-and-pepper hair. She pulls his head a little bit over her shoulder and kisses him passionately, tracing his lips with her tongue, then slipping it into his mouth more aggressively. Mark’s hands come up from around her waist, cupping her breasts.

Bonnie continues to hold his head in place and tease him with her delicious tongue. She now intensifies her assault on his senses by pushing back into him and rotating her hips in a slight circular motion. She hears the pleasure in his breathing and feels it quickening along the side of her face. Mark gives a quick nibble on her ear, and Bonnie responds instinctively by arching her back, pushing her ass against Mark’s crotch. Bonnie is rewarded by sensing his growing desire for her. She lets go of his hair and leans forward, placing both hands on the kitchen counter while simultaneously arching her back and grinding against Mark. He responds immediately by leaning forward and trapping both of her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. Giving a slight pinch, he rolls both of her nipples through the cloth of her dress. Bonnie lets out a slight moan, then breaks away from his delicious torture, leaving him panting.

“Let’s finish our drinks out by the pool, shall we?” she asks, slightly breathless, and snags their drinks off the counter on her way to the door. Mark sighs out of frustration and realizes Bonnie has every intention of driving him crazy tonight.

Then, he smiles his customary sly smile and says, “Sure, why not? After all, the staff is gone and we have all night, right?” She slinks out the door, and he follows her eagerly.

Bonnie sits at the table by the pool, allowing her dress to hike up as she does. She crosses her legs in front of Mark, exposing her thigh three-quarters of the way up. Bonnie lets Mark marvel at her thigh for a moment, and when his eyes meet hers, she locks onto his stare, takes a sip of her dirty martini, and says, “Oh, baby, you have no idea how long this evening is going to be for you.”

She sees Mark shift in his chair in a slightly apprehensive manner as he says, “I can’t wait.”

“Oh, but you will, won’t you?”

“Absolutely.”

Bonnie takes another sip of her dirty martini and retrieves the olive with her tongue. She holds the olive between her teeth and playfully flicks it with her tongue. Mark watches intently, thinking,
how did I get so lucky?
Bonnie bites the olive and deliberately chews it while mesmerized with Mark’s reactions to her not-so-subtle seduction routine. She gets up and takes the chair directly across from Mark’s. as she settles into it, she purposefully allows her legs to open just enough to give Mark a quick peek at her lack of underwear before crossing her legs again, exposing even more of her thigh.

As they discuss the evening’s events, she summarizes her conversation with Jess, and Jess’s reaction to Sean. Mark tries to appear interested in the conversation but is extremely distracted by Bonnie’s bouncing leg across from him. Bonnie recognizes Mark’s faint attempt at listening and leans forward, allowing him a much more explicit view of her cleavage. Mark can no longer restrain his appreciation of her body and comments on the fact that she isn’t wearing a bra. She smiles, knowing her seduction is having the effect she intends it to.

She gets up from her seat and takes a step over to Mark. Straddling his legs, she leans forward and kisses him passionately, then pulls his face into her bosom. She feels his hand slide up along her thigh until it reaches the junction between her legs. She moans as his hand brushes her, and she kisses him harder. She feels his finger slide along her and his middle finger penetrates her moist body, slowly and deliberately. Pulling away, she stands up, looking down into Mark’s yearning eyes, and says, “See how much you excite me?”

She steps away from him. Looking down, she can see his sexual frustration and thinks of the power she now possesses over this man. She tells Mark to finish his drink. He gives her an inquisitive look as she pulls her dress over her head, exposing her naked body, and lingers as she watches Mark give her an approving once-over.

“I want to skinny dip. Interested?” she questions seductively. In no time at all, Mark is up and stripped, leaving his attraction open to her full view. She giggles. “Oh my, Mark. What are you hoping for besides swimming in the nude?”

Bonnie jumps into the warm pool and swims away from Mark, knowing he is staring at her backside. He quickly follows and swims up behind her. She turns around, places both arms around his neck, and kisses him, pressing her body against his. Then she whispers in his ear, “I love you so much, and you really, really turn me on.” She gives him another kiss and swims away. He lingers for a moment, then follows her to the side of the pool. Drifting up behind her, Mark places his arms on either side of her, effectively pinning her in place. She once again looks over her shoulder at him and says innocently, “Sir, what are your intentions tonight?” She slides along the side of the pool, forcing Mark to move with her until they reach the shallow portion.

Mark still has his arms braced around her, so she pushes her ass up against him once again. Knowing this time he isn’t going to relent, she reaches between her legs and firmly grips his cock, guiding it to her entrance and inserting the tip. Mark can no longer stand her teasing and slams his entire length into her. She cries out loudly, reaching back over her shoulder, and brings his mouth to hers. Her back arches, and she meets his thrusts, stroke for stroke, until they both cry out in mutual ecstasy. They linger along the side of the pool long enough to catch their breath, and then they allow themselves to drift for a while, basking in the glow of release. Bonnie gets out first and walks to the cabana to retrieve a couple of towels. As Mark gets out of the pool, she wraps him in a towel and says, “Let me get us another drink.”