The revelation shot through my body like a surge of electricity and I’d suddenly become disturbed by not only this meeting, but the sensations that were going through my body.
She wasn’t wearing the heavy make-up she’d worn to mask her undeniable beauty at the club a few days ago but that beauty was clearly identifiable. I realized I was staring when she caught me. Fuck! I remembered where I was and put my tongue back in my fucking mouth. Damn. She’s a banger!
I tried awfully hard to focus on the meeting and soon learned she was the primary on the proposal when she gracefully emerged from the table to present. As she strutted to the front of the room, I noticed the plump phatty resting on the small of her back triggering the gentle sway of her hips she maintained through the skirt she wore. She was dressed in a dark blue suit that was modest yet sexy.
I have to admit when she got up to present, her nervousness concerned me. This dancer is going to blow it, what are the odds? I would soon learn she was a physical therapist and that my reservations were patently outrageous. She was exceptionally articulate and apparently intelligent. I was confused: was being a physical therapist her day job and she caroused the streets at night as a dancer?
By the end of her presentation, I had an erection. Dammit! Maybe if I hadn’t seen her a few nights ago she would’ve been just an ordinary beauty in the boardroom, she definitely was an exotic beauty the other night at Cobalt but this combination deemed her rare. When she was done, I wanted to hear their financial plan. I’d already made it up in my mind that I’d lease out the space to them, demonstrating rarified haste, but it wasn’t as simple as what my johnson or my eyes wanted.
As we were discussing hard numbers she began to choke. It came from nowhere. She even started to tear up indicating she couldn’t breathe. It was almost as if she’d seen a ghost. I asked if I could get her anything and she said, “No, I’m fine…went down the wrong way,” trying to downplay it. In a fortifying move, she asked her accountant to elaborate on current profits of the other Smith, Katz and Adam’s locations.
Unfortunately, the meeting quickly came to an end. I have to admit, I tried to prolong it a little to be in her presence a tad bit longer. I said my farewells to the Smith, Katz & Adams staff as well as my legal people. I japed with Chad Epps, my accountant, about seeing him on the golf course the following day while heading out the door.
After they left, I thought to myself, I have to see her again. I’ll see what information we have on her from their records. As we were walking downstairs to interview for a senior staff position I murmured to my assistant, “Brett…”
“Yes, Mr. Jacobs, sir…”
“See what contact information you can get on Ms. Brimm.”
He looked at me with college frat-boy eyes and a wide devilish smile and said, “Yes, Mr. Jacobs, sir.”
I smirked and gave him a wink. Hell—he’s a man.
“And what shall I do with the information once I retrieve it, sir?”
I patted him on the shoulder as we headed toward the elevator, “We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, Brett.”
That caused us to both snicker as continued our way to the next meeting.
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Rayna