“Calvin Stanley, and the pleasure is all mine. John speaks highly of you. I hear you are a law professor.”
“Yes, I teach criminal law at NYU,” I replied, smiling pleasantly. An act I’d perfected over the years.
“I know John’s proud,” he stated with a laugh as he slapped John on the shoulder, like they’d known each other for years. Then he turned toward the man standing beside him. “I’d like you to meet my son, Tim. He’s also with our accounting firm, Thomas & Stanley.”
Tim reached a hand out, shaking mine with a nod in introduction.
The night would be all about introductions and mindless chatter. All the men who were there to schmooze John would measure their dicks and try to out-please each other. I thought they should all just drop their pants and fuck each other because in the end, that was what was going to happen to them. They were all getting fucked and they didn’t realize how badly. Or, maybe they did. There was no telling with the men who associated themselves with the likes of John.
I noticed the woman standing next to Tim, looking me over.
“And who is this lovely woman?” I asked, using all the charm I could muster.
“Ah,” Calvin breathed as he looked toward her. “This is my assistant, Stacey.”
She reached a hand out with a seductive smile. “Pleasure to meet you.”
I grinned as I grabbed her hand, noticing the glare I was getting from Tim as I leaned down and kissed it.
This should be fun.
“The pleasure is all mine.” I smiled and let go of her hand.
“So, Mason. Why teaching? Why not join the business with your father. Surely you’ve noticed all of his success,” Calvin questioned.
I hated pricks who tried to get into my business. It was the kind of question I was asked all the time, and it had gotten to the point where I was beginning to sound like a broken record and I wanted to start making up stories. Or at least stories they wouldn’t necessarily believe.
I looked away from Calvin and glanced at John who was watching me expectantly. He’d tried on many occasions to talk me into joining the firm. He knew it was wasted breath, but did it anyway. Often times I thought he did it for show, just so others would see he wanted me there when deep down it was the furthest thing from the truth. I was sure he knew if I worked there, I’d try to sabotage him in some way, which didn’t sound like such a bad idea.
“Your drink, sir.”
I turned to see another drink placed on the bar and picked it up, turning back toward Calvin.
“I’d always wanted to teach. Yes, John is a well-known attorney, but I want to teach my students to be better.”
I lifted the tumbler to my lips and took a drink of my scotch as I let my words sink in. John had heard me speak the same words on multiple occasions so it was nothing new to him.
Calvin looked to John with raised eyebrows. “Well then, sounds to me like all he’s doing is building gladiators to work for you one day, John,” he said, causing everyone to laugh except me.
“What’s so funny?”
I looked to the side of John and met chestnut eyes. I didn’t realize she was there, but I should have expected it. She was his fiancée, after all.
“Ah, sweetheart. You’ve been gone for a while.” He leaned over and kissed her cheek as she continued to stare at me.
“This place is so big. It took me a little while just to find the lady’s room,” she said with a smile, finally breaking eye contact to look at John.
He smiled back at her and gestured toward the others. “Calvin, Tim, Stacey, I’d like you to meet my fiancée, Rachel Simmons.”
They smiled and exchanged pleasantries as I chugged the rest of my scotch.
“Slow down, son, or you won’t be standing by the end of the night.” John chuckled.
I half-scoffed, half-laughed. “That’s the plan.” I placed the glass back on the bar and raised a hand to the bartender once again. Pretty soon he’d get the hint to keep refilling.
The men laughed and I glared at Rachel as she looked me over. It was rare we were ever in the same room together. We’d met a few years before at a dinner party John was throwing, and I’d had no idea who she was at the time. She’d made eyes with me the entire night and I could see the lust in them. I’d taken it upon myself to seek her out that night. It was what I did in situations I didn’t want to be in. I used the sex as an escape. She was a willing participant and I took advantage of it.
I’d trapped her in the hallway of John’s home and pushed her against the wall to see her reaction. I could tell instantly that she wanted me just by the moan that escaped her lips when her back hit the wall. She had no idea what she was getting herself into, but she willingly came with me when I dragged her into a spare room down the hall from the party John was throwing.
There was no kissing, no foreplay, only fucking.