The Devil's Darling

Are You Frightened?

After placing my signature red on my lips, I puckered at the mirror, and left the house. I walked to my car and fumbled with my keys. “Ms. Harrison?” I jumped at the noise. A man stood in a black suit in front of a black town car. “I’m sorry ma’am, I didn’t mean to startle you. Are you Ms. Harrison?”

“Y-yes, I am...” I stuttered, still with my heart racing.

“I am your car service to Antonio’s.” he stated plainly.

I stood for a minute in shock. The company usually only used car services for our executives… this must be a really big account!

He held open the door for me and I slid inside. It was so nice. I loved feeling like my boss wanted to make me look important. THIS is how I wanted to always be treated at work, I could get used to this!

The minutes it took to get to Antonio’s felt like a lifetime. I was so nervous. What if he denied the proposal? What if I went back to Mr. Haffield empty handed? This was my last chance to really prove that I belonged working big accounts at work.

We pulled up to the restaurant and the valet opened my door. “Thank you.” I greeted him. His eyes ogled me. A smile formed across my face. This, this was me. I knew what he was looking at and I liked it that way. I wanted the lustful stares. Now, if only I can get this reaction from my beautiful dinner date, I will have my success.

I walked through the restaurant doors as the door man held it for me, thanking him in my wake. I was smiling at the hostess, about to ask about my table when I felt it…. The strongest magnetic pull I have ever felt. The hair stood up on the back of my neck, and every muscle tensed.

“She’s here for me.” the words poured from his mouth like silk. I turned to see this god of a man stride towards me.

The hostess nodded, gestured for us to follow her to the table. He offered his arm to me, I reached out at accepted. A jolt of electricity flew through me. His touch was fire on my skin, and I could not love it more.

We were sat and menus placed before us. I thanked our hostess. I felt his eyes on me. “Thank you for allowing for this meeting, I’m very eager to give you the details of our investment opportunities-” I said looking up. He was staring at me! He looked hungry…. Lustful.

He smiled, the most bewitching smile I have ever seen. There is was again. My body had deceived me. I felt my inner walls tighten, my p***y lips soaked themselves. I squeezed my thighs together, begging to gain control.

“So, do you know what you’re going to have?” I asked gesturing to the menu, hoping to distract myself.

“Yes,” he spoke softly. I swear there was a low rumble in the back of his throat as he looked me up and down. I burned!! My whole body was aching for him. I soaked up every long lasting look he gave my figure.

“I’m not sure what I’m going to eat,” I tried again, trying to continue the conversation. “I’ve been here a few times, but I never feel like I select the right thing from the menu. I always leave wishing I would have tried something else.” I searched the menu. Begging for SOMETHING to break this tension.

“What were your plans this evening?” He asked bluntly.

“Excuse me?” I questioned looking up at him.

“Your original plans? Its a Friday night, surely you had plans?”

I laughed lightly, “Actually, my friend and I were planning on going to a Haunted House. They have it here in town every October. We try to go every year. Just one of our traditions together.” I shrugged and smiled, then directed my attention back to the menu.

“Friend?” He asked inquisitively.

“Yes, my co-worker Tessa.”

“Ah, the blonde that brought you your presentation during the meeting this morning?”

“Yep, that’s the one.” I said in a laughing manor- trying not to relive the events of the morning.

“So, you two aren’t an item then?” He questioned again.

My head shot up, “An item? What would make you think that??” I stammered.

He put his hands up, “Sorry, she did slap your ass in front of an entire board room full of people…. I just assumed...” he wandered off, and chuckled a little to himself.

My hand flew to my mouth to cover a burst of laughter, “No! Its just a little “go get ‘em” thing we do. That’s hilarious, I never wondered what someone might perceive from another side.” I leaned back relaxing against the leather booth.

Our waiter appeared and was ready to take our order.

He leaned in and spoke softly, “Order whatever you want. Multiple things if you can’t decide. This may be one of your only chances to do so.” He smiled a devilish smile at me. Shivers ran down my spine. I hated this! I hated how much control he had over my mind and body!

“I think I will!” I smiled. I felt like I requested half of the menu! But to my amazement he just smiled watching me pick and chose what I wanted.

The waiter turned to him, “And for you sir?”

He waved him off and handed him the menu. He wasn’t going to eat?!?! Oh.My.God. I was going to look like a hog ready for the slop!

A blush crept over my neck and face. Now what?!

“You aren’t hungry?” I asked. “Not yet,” He replied. “Now, lets hear some of this presentation you have prepared.”

The proposal! I almost forgot! “Oh- uhm, yes! We have an investment opportunity that we think you will-”

He threw a hand up at me. “Sold!” He exclaimed. My mouth parted, and my eye brows rose.

“Excuse me?” I was lost.

“Done!” He bellowed again, “I want in, what in your folder do I need to sign?” He looked next to me at the booth seat.

I was so confused. I reached for the folder and passed it to him. He began flipping pages and scribbling across them, one by one.

“So, you don’t want to hear the rest of what I have to say?” I asked meekly….

He paused, and looked up at me, “I want to hear every word you have to say. I do not care to waste any more time with this deal however. I will sign, I will invest. But I want to enjoy my evening without you having this prepared speech to regurgitate at me over dinner.”

I was speechless.

The waiter arrived, and covered the table with all of my meals. He leaned in, “Eat your dinner Darling, we have plans.” His words were like butter! I could not breathe.

I began sampling little bits from every plate, careful to look as feminine as possible. He just sat and watched me. “The least you can do is speak.” the words fell from my mouth before I could reign them in. His eyebrows rose. “I mean… uhm…. Is there something we could talk about instead of you watching me eat?” I restated my question.

He smiled, I pined!

“What would you like to speak about, Ms. Harrison?” He asked calmly.

“Well, I have to be honest with you… I don’t even know your name.” I admitted. He sat back, listening to me. “I’ve only known you as a file number, had you not been seated at the head of the table- and called this secondary meeting, I would have had no idea who you were.”

Maybe I had said too much? He seemed to just be listening.

An evil smile formed on his face. He folded his hands on top of the table and leaned into me, “You can call me Sir. My name will be revealed to you in time.” the tone of his voice alone made my body draw into him. A low, raspy growl at the back of his throat, this time I knew I heard it.

I gulped. I sipped my glass of wine for a minute, trying to collect my thoughts. “Okay….Sir, I am done eating. It has been a very pleasant evening, and I’m very glad we could do business with you.” I smiled politely and began to stand.

In an instant he was standing next to me, “Where are you going?” He whispered into my ear. I could feel his warm breath on my neck, and it made my knees weak.

I looked up at him, his scent surrounded me and I felt like every fiber of my body called to him.

“I-I uhm….. I assumed I would be going home?” I stammered, struggling to make my mouth do anything but engulf his.

He looked down at me, filling the last few inches of space between us. His hand slid around my waist. “I told you, we have plans.” He whispered sternly. I couldn’t speak, I was so intrigued. He had peaked my interest.

“Plans?” I questioned?

I could hear the low growl forming in his mouth again, “Yes. Are you frightened?” He mocked me.

I looked up at him, I bit my lower lip as I watched him scan every inch of me, “Not even a little, Sir.” I responded.

His eyes flared, and his smile dazzled.

Just then, the waiter cleared his throat. Sir turned around, whipping a card out and forcing the waiter to leave.

He inhaled deeply, as if to breathe in every part of me, “You should be.” His exhale was intoxicating.

I was so thankful we were in a crowded restaurant, I don’t know what I would have had to do to him had we been alone.

He seemed to smile as if he heard my thoughts. The waiter returned. Sir offered me his arm and I accepted again. This time, the fire that was shared between our touch burned so much deeper. He would be mine. I was going to take him. My body completely agreed.