“That’s not what I said.” I spoke slowly. “I said I would talk to him.”
Her face fell. “Oh, of course – I am sorry, I didn’t mean to-”
“It’s okay. Try to cheer up. I’m sure we can work something out.”
I walked back to my desk and called the loan office. “Wilson, please.”
“Mr. Sinclair! To what do I owe the pleasure?” The guy sounded absolutely thrilled to be getting a call from the CEO of the company. This could be so very easy if I wanted it to be. But a very different idea was forming in my head altogether. I would rather this be fun than easy.
“Why did you turn down Aria Roberts’ loan request?”
There was a short pause. “I’m sorry, sir, it’s classified-”
“Do you like your job, Wilson?” I spat. “Do you enjoy having somewhere to go to every day and getting a nice, fat paycheck at the end of the month?”
“Yes, of course! I am sorry, sir. The situation was completely out of my hand. As you know, we run all loan requests through a software that processes applications and calculates risks. Aria Roberts’ risk was almost 100 percent. She has no savings, spends all her money from the job paying for college, and even though her credit is pretty good for her age, she simply does not have any assets or any kind of solid foundation. Not $60,000 worth anyway.”
“I see.”
“However,” he said a little too quickly, “ultimately I call the shots, and I can change the shots I called if you want.”
Is that what I wanted? No. I wanted this to be fun. This was going to be too much fun. Aria Roberts had no idea how much fun we were going to have together.
“What I need you to do is to send Aria an email letting her know you heard from me today, and that you explained to me why her loan could not go through. Make it very clear that I tried to get you to change your mind, but the system simply did not allow for it, so you were personally writing to apologize to her for the inconvenience. Copy me in the email.”
“But, sir-“
“You said you liked your job. Is that right?”
“Of course. Would you like me to add anything to the email?”
“That will be all for today. Thank you.”
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I finished drafting up the document and briefly considered running it by my lawyer, but decided against it, more for Aria’s sake than my own. If she was going to agree to this deal, I might as well have her feel comfortable about it. I looked at the bouquet of red roses that had been returned to my office that morning and grinned. One down, 29 to go. After today, it probably wouldn’t take 29 days before I got to screw her. After printing the document, I removed a rose from the bunch and placed it over the pile of papers on my desk.
I picked up the phone to call Aria. It was game time. I watched her answer the phone, looking somber.
“South National Bank, how may I help you?”
“Come into my office. Mrs. Brian seems to be doing quite well by herself over there.”
“Did you get a chance to talk to Wil-”
“Come into my office,” I repeated and hung up.
The nervous look on her face as she tentatively walked towards my office worried me a bit. What if she didn’t take the deal? What else could she do, though? I had made it all but impossible for her to get a loan at this bank, and could repeat the process for every other bank within a thousand-mile radius.
She would have to take the deal.
As she stepped into the office, my eyes were fixated on her skirt. I could offer to give her 60,000 dollars up front in exchange for letting me throw her against the glass window, lift that tight skirt of hers, pull down her panties, and fuck her. But that would be no fun. When I finally felt the sweet warmth of her pussy, it would be because she asked, because she couldn’t resist me. Nobody was allowed to resist me when I decided I wanted them. That is what made Aria seem so fascinating, and making her decide all on her own that she was wrong to ever resist me was going to be the best part.
“Sit down, Aria,” I ordered.
When she did, the hem of her skirt lifted a few inches upwards, revealing her toned, smooth thighs. I felt myself tightening in my pants.
“So, did you talk to Wilson?” she asked