Nice Day For A White Wedding

She will be no different. I smile slowly at her.

Her cheeks become pink. She’s blushing because she knows I’ve been undressing her. That I’ve already ripped away that ugly suit and starched shirt, seen the beauty underneath, and sucked on her large breasts.

She lives alone. Career women who live alone have dirty thoughts and mostly only their vibrators for company. Those poor nipples must be screaming for a real man’s touch, a hard mouth that knows what to do.

Her hazel, almond shaped eyes flash as she catches herself staring back at me. She remembers where she is. She pulls herself back under control, at least outwardly, but she can’t hide her pink cheeks, or the slightly glassy look of lust in her eyes as she looks at me. It’s time to throw her a curveball and see how she really rocks under pressure.

I give her a half-smile, one that makes her clear her throat.

Holding her gaze, I push my stacks of chips forward. All of them. The game is on. She ignores the dice and keeps her eyes on mine. I never take my gaze away from hers, but I know I have won the bet when the crowd around me goes wild. They took a bet on me and won money.

The excitement around me is crazy and hands are trying to gain my attention, but for me the fun is over. Now it’s time to talk business with Cindy, and we’re not going to have this conversation over a craps table in the middle of a crowd.

I reach out and scoop up my chips, leaving give or take about a hundred thousand pounds worth behind. I stand and drop my chips into my pockets.

“Umm, Sir?” Sasha says, nodding at the leftover chips.

“It looks like it’s a lucky night for both of us,” I say with a wink. Then I walk away, leaving them all with open mouths.

I count my paces. I know if Cindy’s any good at her job, she’ll snap out of her goldfish moment and catch me within ten paces. She exceeds my expectations and catches me after just six paces.

I slow my pace, but I don’t stop walking. “So have you figured out how I was cheating yet?”

I have to clench my jaw to keep from laughing at the look of shock on her face. She covers it quickly, her professional mask slipping back into place. Cindy stays at my side as I head towards the bar.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says coldly.

I let myself laugh then and she frowns.

“Oh, come on,” I say. “I know you were up in your office, watching me, and trying to work out what I was up to. So you can drop the act now.”

To her credit, she doesn’t try to deny what I’m saying is true, although she doesn’t rush to agree with me either.

“I think we can both agree you’ve had a very profitable night,” she says. “So how about you call it a night?”

I laugh.

Her jaw tightens. “What’s so funny?”

“You are. Thinking you can tell me what to do. Let me tell you something, Miss Forrester. No one tells me when to call it a night.”

She opens her mouth, but I don’t let her get a word in.

“I’m not intoxicated. I’m not causing any trouble. And you and I both know you have no proof what happened back there was anything except a lucky streak. So tell me … do you make it a habit of trying to throw people out for winning here?”

“I’d hardly call what I was doing trying to throw you out.”

I glance sideways at her. “What would you call it?”

“Discreetly suggesting you might want to think about moving on. Particularly when you’ve as good as admitted to cheating.”

“I haven’t admitted to anything.”

We’re almost at the bar when I stop and turn to Cindy. She stops too and I see her quickly assessing me, trying to work out if she’s in danger. I am a very big guy, after all. She must have decided she’s not because she’s not calling for back up. Instead she faces me directly.

“Only twenty percent of communication is verbal. Everything else is body language.”

I smile slowly. “Is that what my body has been telling you, Cindy?”

Under her creamy skin blood rushes up her throat and cheeks and I stare at her curiously. She looks exactly how I imagined she would look when my cock is inside her. I decide to change the subject. Obsessing about fucking her doesn’t advance my agenda in anyway.

“I have to say that this is quite a clever set up they have here,” I say.

I can see her wrestling with herself, not wanting to be drawn into conversation with me, but wanting desperately to know what I mean. Her curiosity wins out and she frowns.