Then he studies my reaction; my breath hitches. I’ve never had a man to talk dirty to me and his mouth is dirtier than Flint water.
“I guess you’ll have to starve.” I shrug. “When aliens land on our planet, then I might consider.” My voice is constricted with nervous. Not the type of nervous like when you’re about to get behind the wheel of a car for the first time. But the kind of nervous that you might get caught lying.
He lets me go and mixed emotions dance in his eyes.
Want.
Amusement.
Lust.
My anger crashes through me. Felix should get beat up for making me feel like a lit firecracker.
“Your father doesn’t know that you have a backup plan, if he doesn’t give you the business. He doesn’t know that you will use all your money to buy his share.” He says it matter-of-fact. I know how my father is, and there is a fifty-fifty chance that he won’t give me the business and I need to cover my own ass.
I stand there like a statue and shake my head.
“That’s why you’re here? To tell me you’re going to snitch on me?” I straighten my spine like a countertop and smooth my shorts.
If he does that, I’ll find a way to get him fired. If he thinks about crossing me, I’ll fuck him up. Felix does not want to be my enemy. I’ll crush him.
“No, I’ll do you a favor, we’ll fuck in exchange for my silence.” He flashes me his panty-dropping smile and tilts my chin to gaze into his eyes. This slick son of a bitch. He was planning this the whole entire time. Indifference courses through me. I really do want him to take my virginity. But I don’t need the distraction.
I twist the watch on my wrist, examining every diamond that’s next to the numbers, then my eyes cling to him like sticky syrup.
“And if I don’t agree?”
“I’ll show your daddy this diary, and I heard your old man is cutthroat.”
My heart claws into my throat, trying to make its way to my mouth. My father would disown me if he finds out that I want to betray him. He’ll find a way to get rid of me, that’s how much he loves his company. But I don’t believe for a second that Felix will do that. He’s just talking out his ass.
“Go right ahead and show him.”
His facial expression dances with coldness. Coldness that chills me to the bones. “I’m the last person you want to call out on a bluff. Do you really want to test me?”
When I don’t respond and shrug, he says, “Your funeral.”
My heart sinks and sinks and sinks as he steps closer toward the door. When he makes it to the entrance, I rush towards him and grabs his right arm.
“All right,” I grit out and a victory smile plays on his beautiful face.
“You’re a real shithead, you know that?”
“I’m well aware of what I am. We’ll fuck until my tour starts in June.”
“Why blackmail me? You can have any woman you want.”
He has half of the women’s population throwing themselves at him and yet he keeps chasing me.
He grips my chin and runs his thumb on my bottom lip. I bite down hard, and he lets out a groan. “Feisty, I love it,” he says. “Because I have this sick-ass obsession with you ever since you volunteered to be our manager. I need to fuck you out of my system.” He exhales, “Meet me at my house tomorrow night at seven. Don’t be late.” He points to the open glass window showcasing the view of Atlanta’s cityscape. “You might want to see if aliens landed on our planet.” Amusement dances on his face.
I grind my molars together and wrinkle my lips then I toss my pink stress ball at his head. The ball bounces off the wall and rolls under the beige couch. He winks at me then leaves a trail of laughter down the hallway.
Sadie
I twirl my watch on my wrist and wait for Felix to answer the door. His house is something out of a Good Home magazine. A Georgian-style house designed to raise a family. To build a home. To grow old with your spouse. A place I had no business being. My future wasn’t littered with a husband and rug rats, but with building an empire.
Two wooden rocking chairs made out of fine oak sit on each side of the red door and a porch wraps around the house.
The door swings open and Felix stands there, looking like a slab of marble. Basketball shorts hang on his hips. He’s beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. Not the type of male model beautiful but the type of beautiful that he has a uniqueness to his features.
I suck in a breath as if I’m going underwater and my heart cartwheels in my chest. His eyes laser-beam on my dark silk sundress with the ruffles at the hem that hugs me as if I’m a teddy bear and my golden Greek sandals’ straps snakes up my calves. My oversized Tom Ford bag that’s the size of the Titanic is draped over my shoulder.
A frown stamps his face as if he has something stuck up his ass. He didn’t say anything about not spending the night, but Felix is not the type of man to offer ‘wham bam and thank you ma’am’ to women. When he bed his groupies, he allowed them to stay overnight and didn’t treat them as if I’m a piece of meat. A gentleman, despite being a thief and a blackmailer.
“You’re thirty minutes late.” His words dance with annoyance and he yanks me inside and closes the door behind me.
