"Please, call me Paul."
"Mr. Hayes," she said again. "I know what it is you want."
"I think we both have a pretty good idea of what, or who, I want," he said. He took his eyes off the road, looking her body up and down again.
The way he said it gave her pause. I could have sex with him right here in the parking lot, just for my own enjoyment, she thought. She quickly shook that thought away. She was a woman on a mission, and no sweet talker could dissuade her from it. As he pulled out of the restaurant, his hand strayed up her blouse, toward her breast, and she caught it and held it there against her body.
"I know what it is you want," she repeated. "But what's more important is what I want."
"Is that right?" he asked, almost a little mockingly. "I think you want the same thing I want, anyway."
Tracy knew she couldn't let his sexy confidence, his ego, his cockiness rattle her. She had to remain in control of her libido, as hard as it was. "Maybe, maybe not. I guess we'll have to see when we get to your house," she teased. She pushed his hand away,. Keep yourself under control, girl. You’ve got to pull this off.
When she first saw his mansion, she almost whistled. It was at least twice as big as she would have guessed, and was located right on the beach. It had to be a ten million dollar house. He parked the car in the garage, and they went inside.
The butler was waiting for him. So, I guess he does have some people that do things for him, she thought. He didn't seem too surprised to see Mr. Hayes with a different woman than the one he left with, but he probably saw a lot of that while working here. He said a quick greeting and then disappeared.
Paul and Tracy went upstairs. The bedroom was at the end of a long hallway, and Tracy made sure to remember how to get back out the main door.
When he opened the door to the bedroom, she had her confirmation that their connection was no hallucination. It was, more or less, the same bedroom as the one in the dream. The big bed was definitely the same, and the giant brass headboard. Every detail looked like she remembered.
Once inside the bedroom, Mr. Hayes turned to Tracy. He wastes no time, she thought. She knew she had to give him something, so she let him take her in his arms. He kissed her, and she kissed back hungrily, feeling the lust grow within her.
They made out for about a minute, while her brain went crazy with desire. Both the devil on one shoulder and the angel on the other shoulder were giving her mixed signals, at times telling her to give in, at others telling her to flee with her dignity intact. Finally, her brain overrode her clitoris, and she pulled away from him. She stepped away from him, and he looked her up and down.
"Get on the bed and take off your clothes. I have a little show for you," she said.
"I've got a better idea," he started as he walked towards her. He put his hands back around her waist. "I’ve got a bottle of wine just waiting to be uncorked. Why don't we-"
She cut him off. She made her voice as stern as she could manage. "Mr. Hayes, remember what I said. It's more important for me to get what I want. Get on the bed. You'll enjoy the show, I promise."
He looked the same as he had in the restaurant, like he had never had a woman resist his advances for even one moment. But, again, he smiled wryly and backed away. He took off his coat and tie, kicked his shoes off, and laid on the bed.
Tracy went to a
nearby closet and quickly found what she was looking for – two black ties. She smiled at him. "Put your hands up," she said.
"Oh, you must have seen Fifty Shades already. That movie made everyone a little wildcat. Don't worry, I can get into whatever kinky stuff you've got planned," he said. He sounded confident, but Tracy could definitely detect a slight amount of discomfort in his voice. He was clearly unsure of where this was going, but he was definitely not used to giving up his control.
Tracy had looked up a lot of different knots this week, and she knew the best one to keep him completely fastened to the bed without cutting off circulation to his hands. When she finished, she smiled.
She slipped her shoes off and turned around. She slowly walked away from him, unbuttoning the dress shirt to her waitress outfit. Underneath it was the black lingerie she had carefully put on underneath. She checked herself one last time, wanting to make sure it looked completely perfect before she turned around for him to see it. It looked good, so she took the shirt off, turning around.
His eyes dilated as he saw the corset top, and he smiled as she began to undo her pants. She slowly worked them down, showing her black thong, garter belt, and stockings hiding underneath. This set of underwear had maxed out her last credit card with any money left on it, but by this point she was sure she had made the right choice. Her body filled out the lingerie in all the right ways, and she was sure she looked better in it than that skinny blonde bimbo at the restaurant would have.
She smiled, and did a little turn. "Do you like what you see?" she asked.
"Yeah! Come on over here and I'll show you," he said. All sounds of apprehension had left, and he was back to being the confident billionaire.
She smiled, and she knew it'd be her last smile for a few minutes. Again, she took a deep breath, then let it out, knowing there was no going back after this. "Really? Because I don't like what I see."
He frowned. "Oh, come on, you look great! I hate it when hot girls demean themselves. Now, come on over here."
She laughed, a fake laugh, almost cruel. "Oh, not me! I look great!" Tracy rubbed her hands down her body, accentuating her curves. "I was talking about you. I don't like what I see in you."
His smile vanished. "What?"
Tracy steeled herself. It was almost as if someone else was speaking through her body now. "Right now, I'm looking at something that disgusts me."