"I'm sure it can wait another day," I say with irritation.
"She says it's can't wait, Mr. Andrews."
I let out a sigh. "If it's that urgent, send her in," I say with reluctance.
Tina Ling walks in. She’s got on a tight back pencil skit, and a white blouse. She struts in, her hips and ass sashaying across my office. I'll give her credit. She's a woman with confidence. She has black hair cropped in an A-line bob, and maybe it's her five-inch heels, or maybe it's her red lipstick, but she now has my full attention.
"You aren't an easy man to meet with, apparently. Do you always make it this hard for visitors?"
"Ms. Ling, it's a pleasure," I say, standing up. I straighten my tie and reach out to shake her hand once I realize who she is. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Let's drop the formalities from the other night, Carter. You can call me Tina," she says with a smile. I watch as she leans on my desk, just enough to reveal the deep crevice between her breasts. I can't help but think about how great her breasts look.
"Have you ever visited Shanghai?"
I think for a moment before responding. "Yes, actually, I was there for a conference once. Beautiful city, Mayor. Very beautiful."
"Then you can picture the Huangpu River, and the unrivaled, futuristic skyline of our Pudong district—a true testament to innovation and industry if you ask me—the Shanghai Tower, and the Oriental Pearl TV Tower, standing tall and massively erect, poking into those pink spheres. I know I can appreciate a stiff pole when I see one." I watch as her eyes glance down at my crotch and I take a quick gulp of air. Is she looking for my cock? I cough a bit to clear my throat.
"Ms. Ling—Tina—while I'm flattered that you've stopped in for a visit today, I get the feeling that there's something you're not saying."
"Smart man," she purrs, walking closer to me. I catch a look at her eyes and notice the intensity of her gaze. This is a woman on a mission. "Shanghai is one of the largest cities in the world, and as I'm sure you are aware, it is a financial and cultural epicenter."
"Yes, of course. There's no denying Shanghai's importance."
"And I am aware of the conflict brewing between you and Liam Jeffries."
"Well, I wouldn't necessarily call it—"
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bsp; She cuts me off. "No need to hedge the fact that Mr. Jeffries is a thorn in your side—in both of our sides—and I think I can help."
When she says this, I sit up straight in my chair, giving her my focused attention.
"What are you proposing?" I ask.
"You're a wealthy man, but I can make you wealthier. I can help you raise more money than you ever thought possible, and together we can take down Liam Jeffries. You can't allow him to run wild in the streets of New Kingston—it's criminal. The law should be respected, don't you agree?"
She steps in closer, closing the gap between us. Her hand is now on my arm. It's a soft and unassuming touch, but I can't help but look down at her perfectly manicured nails and delicate hand. She rubs her hand up my arm and rests it on my shoulder, and continues, "Why's a strong, powerhouse of a man such as yourself letting Liam Jeffries step all over you?"
"He's far from stepping on me. He's impulsive, yes. He's an imprudent Mayor who thinks he can get his way—regardless of the law—by simply winning the hearts of the people."
"And can he?"
"Not if I can help it."
"Good, that's what I like to hear Mr. Andrews," she purrs, moving her hand to my tie now and loosening the knot. It falls apart under her skillful touch and I get the feeling she's done this before. My mind is telling me that I should usher her out. I quickly move my body out of her reach even though there's a part of me that wants to see how this will play out.
"You keep control of Liam," she purrs, "And I'll find your money."
“And why would I need your help, Ms. Ling?” I say, trying to bring a hardened edge to my voice.
I’m going to be honest with you, okay? If that were Vivian Hawthorne standing in front of me, this wouldn’t even be a question right now. My cock would already be out, throbbing, and ready to go.
But this isn’t Vivian.
She approaches me again and this time she has my tie completely loose now; she pulls it off slowly from around my neck. The silk brushes against my face and as she leans in, one of her breasts presses against my cheek. I can smell a hint of her perfume—seductive, spicy, mysterious, and dominant. I think back to the newspaper article, and again, my mind tells me I shouldn't be doing this. I don't need help from Shanghai. I can take this on myself. Besides, I need to find Vivian Hawthorne. I need to talk to her, if it isn't too late. I gently nudge Tina away from me and say, "It won't be easy. It looks like he my have the help of Senator Hawthorne now, but I'm sure I can manage. Thank you anyways."