His Every Desire

Jenna's jaw dropped a little bit. "You're serious?"

Tracy was still all smiles. "Of course I'm serious. You're not a prude, are you?"

Jenna, her mouth still agape, shook her head. "Of course not. You're one of the most beautiful women I've ever met."

Tracy smiled. To have someone as beautiful as Jenna compliment her was nice.

Tracy looked at their reflection in the mirror. The two women in their black dresses made quite a pair, and she was sure that they would blow Mr. Hayes away. She took Jenna's hand in hers and began walking to the door.

"Now, let's not keep him waiting." Tracy stopped and faced Jenna. "Oh, and Jenna?"

Jenna looked back at her, eyes wide and hopeful with what was about to happen next. She was practically vibrating with excitement.

"Don't tip him off about what I told you."

Jenna smiled and winked at her before hugging her.

"Don't worry," Jenna assured her. "I wouldn't want anything to ruin my chances tonight. This is something I've wanted for a long time."

Jenna kissed Tracy's cheek before turning to leave the restroom. Tracy followed her, watching the girl sashay out. She watched her hips sway from side to side and decided that this was going to be a fun experience.

Chapter 12

"Well, ladies? Another shot?" Mr. Hayes asked, holding up what was left of the bottle. They both nodded and he poured the last of the liquor into the glasses. They clinked glasses and swallowed the bitter liquid. A waitress came by and picked up the empty bottle.

"Can we please get another?" Mr. Hayes asked, catching the waitress's elbow. The waitress's face furrowed and she bit her lip.

"I'm very sorry sir, but the bar has closed. If you would like, I can get the manager and he can unlock the bar..." she said trying to keep him happy. He was a VIP after all. Mr. Hayes frowned, his eyes going dark.

"Paul, I'm sure you have something at your house. My father is always talking about your amazing wine cellar," Jenna interjected, catching Mr. Hayes's attention. The waitress hovered for a moment, looking anxious until Mr. Hayes smiled.

"Jenna, that’s a wonderful suggestion," he grinned drunkenly at Tracy. Tracy nodded and she could practically see him wiggle with excitement. Tracy waved the waitress away, smiling at the look of relief flooding the poor thing's features. She knew what it was like when you couldn’t make a customer happy. She’d been in that situation one too many times herself.

The three of them worked their way to the entrance of the club. Mr. Hayes began looking for his keys before remembering that he’d given them to the valet. He laughed a little too loud and caught the attention of the club owner.

"Mr. Hayes, I hope you had a wonderful time this evening," the owner said, smiling at him. The glazed expression on Mr. Hayes' face revealed just how much he had to drink. The owner steadied the billionaire before speaking. "I would like to offer you the services of the club car to return you to your home. If you would like, I can have your car delivered to you."

"What do you mean the ‘club car’? I only drive myself," Mr. Hayes replied stubbornly. The club owner looked uncomfortable for a moment, but held firm.

"Mr. Hayes, I can't in good conscience let one of my favorite customers drive home drunk. I have been informed that there is a sobriety checkpoint outside the city tonight. I insist on providing you with a way home," the owner said, and stood firm, planting his feet in front of the valet.

"But... it's a forty minute drive to my house!" Mr. Hayes sputtered. His usual calm demeanor was quickly disappearing.

"All the more reason why I can't let you drive. You und

erstand, don't you?" The club owner was starting to look more and more panicked. There was no way he was going to let Mr. Hayes drive, yet he was in danger of losing one of his most influential and important customers.

Luckily, Jenna stepped in. "Oh, Paul, let's just go to my apartment. It's only twelve blocks from here, and the drive won't be so bad. I'll find a way to keep you distracted," Jenna said sweetly. She batted her eyelashes up at him.

Tracy jumped in as well. "Besides, you know how I feel about drunk drivers," she said, rubbing the scar that ran from her eyebrow to her forehead. A souvenir of the time a drunk driver had almost ended her life. "It will be fine."

"You're right." He swallowed hard and nodded slowly.

Tracy could tell he was feeling trapped, but he didn't want to miss this opportunity with Jenna. The club owner wiped a nervous hand across his brow, smiling at the three of them. Until Mr. Hayes was safely into a car, he wouldn't be comfortable.

A large, fancy, black Town Car pulled up to the curb and the driver hurried around to open the door. Jenna squeaked with excitement and climbed into the car, giving the driver her address. Tracy gave Mr. Hayes a gentle push towards the car. He swallowed again, clearly uncomfortable with the idea of getting in a car he wasn't driving. He climbed slowly into the back seat next to Jenna, trying to smile as she jabbered away about how she always enjoyed being chauffeured around as a kid. Tracy smiled at the club owner and slid into the car.

The backseat was just large enough to hold the three passengers comfortably. Mr. Hayes's legs pressed into both Jenna’s and Tracy's knees, but there was enough space that they didn't feel cramped. As the car started rolling forward, Mr. Hayes' hands clenched into balls of tension. He licked his lips nervously, glancing out the windows and down the side streets.