She sounded okay with that, “Sure. I’ll see you at seven then.”
I ended the call and nearly leaped in triumph.
I had her now. That little kinky slut was mine.
Well, almost.
It had been so long since I last felt the touch of a woman and I was going to fill in the gap by screwing her pussy hard and fast.
There was still some work left to do though. Fortunately, my company had a lot of talented people who could handle the work for me.
I did have one client who insisted I work with him directly so that one I couldn’t hand off to one of my employees. It was Mr. Chan and he was one of the key advisors to my friend Preston Maxwell and his wife, Lyla. Preston dealt in business acquisitions and was also a friend of Trevor and Jasmine Wild.
Once my meeting with Mr. Chan was done, I quickly drove back home to my manor by the beach. I changed into a pair of jeans and a fit black shirt – I wanted Cherry to get a better look at my muscles this time around. Maybe the sight of my physique would already make her wet.
I drove over to her place and rang the doorbell. I checked my watch and was pleased to see I was five minutes early.
The door opened and I felt the wind get knocked out of me when I saw her in her evening attire.
She was so fucking hot.
Cherry wore a dark green mini dress. It was really short, letting me get a good glimpse of her smoking hot legs and the neckline was really low so I had a good view of her cleavage. She had big tits too so the view was awesome. I then discovered it was also backless so now I had an idea of just how sexy she would look when I get to fuck her doggy-style. She was so hot it was driving me insane!
“Good evening, Mr. Bernard,” she finally greeted with a sweet smile.
“Please, call me Dylan,” I insisted as I took her hand and helped her to my car. “You look really lovely tonight.”
She blushed. It was the cutest thing I had ever seen.
We got into the car and began our drive over to Mercury Wild, the best bar and restaurant in town. It was mostly a bustling place for drinks and live bands but on the weekends they cleared out the center area and turned the place into a dance club. It can get pretty wild in there at times. I was hoping for that level of wildness tonight.
When we got there, the place was exploding with life. It was so crowded I worried that we wouldn’t get a good spot. Fortunately, I found Brayton, one of the guys working there. He told me there was still one VIP table up on the second floor and it had a good view of the dance floor.
Even with people dancing I was pleased to see a live band performing. It was engrossing to just be there. It was like my libido was jacked up to the highest setting without having to drink anything.
Cherry was a little shy but she did come along as we were led to our table. She was going to sit across me but I urged for her to sit beside me instead. I noticed that she bit down on her lip when she scooted over.
“I’ll have a bottle of vodka, the Artemis please,” I ordered. Brayton took note and I then turned to Cherry and asked, “Is vodka fine with you?”
“Definitely,” she answered. “I want something a little hard.”
Oh fuck. The way she said hard was so seductive it was getting me hard too.
I then turned back to Brayton, “Two glasses for that please and some ice.”
“Sure thing Mr. Bernard,” he answered. “Should I let your friends know you’re here? Mr. Wessic and Mr. Horndale are here but they’re down on the first floor.”
I shook my head, “Not this time, Brayton. I appreciate it though.”
The bartender nodded and then left to fetch our drinks at the first-floor bar. As soon as he was gone I turned to Cherry and said, “First off, I want to talk business and I promise this is the only time we’ll do so.”
“That’s fine with me,” she answered. “As far as I’m concerned, I think we’re good to go. We can seal the deal. I sent my father a PDF copy of the documents you gave me and it looks like everyone on the board likes this transaction.”
“Good,” I told her. “I’ll lock it in then and we never have to talk about business again until your father arrives to sign the transfer of the title and exchange of money.”
She nodded cheerfully. Brayton came back with our drinks. He poured us both a glass of iced vodka before he nodded, took our payment and moved on to the next table of customers.
I took a sip. It was a little strong but I really loved the taste of this brand. When Cherry gave it a taste she was instantly knocked back a little.