His Every Desire

She slipped her hand down to the base of his shaft and tightened it firmly. Now it was time to get some answers.

"I want to know who you’re working for."

Gordon Baxter instantly turned as white as a sheet and looked at her with his mouth agape, though not a sound came out. Tracy squeezed a little harder. It was no longer sexual, but an obvious display of her power of him.

"Who sent you?" she asked, her voice dark.

He looked down to her with a mix of desperation and horror on his face. In that brief moment, Tracy wondered if she had been mistaken all along. Everything that she had done up to that point was all a wild shot in the dark. What if she was wrong? What if this poor guy was just a player in an elaborate scenario that Tracy had built up in her own head?

“I have no idea what you're talking about,” he whispered, his body straining against the ropes.

She tightened her grip.

"Tice," he finally whispered, tears already in his eyes. "John Tice.”

The words were like a bullet to her chest. She nearly released him. “Tell me more,” she commanded.

"He heard about your restaurant, about me coming to work for you. He wanted to find out what you were up to. Please, Tracy," he pleaded, his eyes wild with fear. "I didn’t have a choice. How did you know?"

She finally let go of his softening cock and grabbed the front of his shirt.

“You know.” She stared into his eyes, watching for any hint of a lie. There was no dream connection. Nothing to indicate that he knew anything about the dreams. All she could see was confusion.

“I have no idea...” he whimpered. “There's no way you should have figured it out. I was so careful...”

It was clear he didn't know about the dreams. Tracy changed tactics. “Why? Why did he hire you?”

“Why would he tell me that?” he replied, his voice cracking with fear. “All that he wanted was information."

Tracy pulled him up by his shirt, raising his back off of the bed. Anger made her strong.

"How did he contact you?" Her voice was cold as death.

"Look, I don’t want to…" he whimpered.

Without even thinking, Tracy slapped him. Her palm stung with the strength of it, surprising even herself. She wasn't typically prone to violence, but the thought of Tice knowing all her weaknesses because she had trusted this man made her blood boil.

Tracy leaned in close to his face, "We can do this all night, Mr. Baxter."

"555-8524." He turned away, obviously as disgusted with himself as she was.

She released his shirt and climbed down, straightening her clothes once she was off the bed. She grabbed a nearby pen and notepad and scribbled the number down, tossing the pen aside when she was finished.

Tracy started toward the exit.

"You’re just going to leave me here like this?! I told you that I had no choice. Who knows what those guys could have done to me? Please Tracy, you have to believe me." Gordon's voice held fear and a growing anger.

But it was nowhere near the rage she felt burning in her core. This man had lied to her. He had offered her friendship, then tried to convince her to cheat on her boyfriend, all while sending information along that could get her or Mr. Hayes killed.

She paused near the bedroom doorway and, without turning around, said calmly, "Mr. Baxter, you’re fired."

The long walk out of the hotel was a bittersweet one for Tracy. Although she still didn’t know who the man from her dream was, she had some of the answers that she had been seeking. Some answers, but just as many questions. Who was the man from her dreams? And why would the Tice family care about her restaurant?

"The restaurant," she whispered, realizing what she had just done.

Everything, it seemed, had been ruined. She no longer had a head chef, not to mention the fact that he had betrayed her so deeply. There was no time to hire anyone else and, even if she did, how would she ever be able to trust them after everything that had happened?

She wanted to cry, but knew it wouldn't change anything. She leaned against the smooth marble of the elevator and let the tears come anyway.