Executive Engagement

“I know, I hear the news traveling through the grapevine. Now, that man has no ethics meter on his cock whatsoever. I’m sure any one of us could have him before or after the sale.”

It’s a relief to see her smiling.

“I think only one of us could, and her name is Lydia.”

Jane’s laugh is a wondrous sound, and I can’t help but join in. Another one of those moments I live for, and another sign that Hawk is the right choice to own Bennet Babes.

My excitement gets the best of me, and I let it slip:

“I’m kind of grooming him.”

Jane’s still laughing a tiny bit when she asks:

“Grooming? Grooming who? What are you talking about?”

I know she’s the last person in the world I could convince with this shit, but now I have to try.

“Hawk. Just Hawk. I’ve got him on the hook to buy the site, pretty much. We’re almost there—well, he’s almost there. He’s pretty much got his check book out.”

She manages to laughs a smidge, but she’s not happy this time. If I didn’t know her, I’d say she’s disgusted by the idea—but that can’t be it.

“You’re playing with fire, my love.”

Jane doesn't stop knitting, but her needlework takes on anger and worry.

“Why? It’s all working out.”

“You think it is?”

I tilt my head back up at the ceiling, my hair falling further down the back of the chair again. I smell the lingering hints of incense that Jane likes burning during the day. Jasmine. Vanilla.

“It’s good, Jane. It’s really, really good. It couldn’t get better. I feel so…satisfied.”

Shit, she’s stopped knitting again. I can hear it. I’m afraid to look back down from the ceiling, I know she’s glaring at me.

“You think this’ll be good for you, Lizzie? Forget about the rest of us. I’m talking about you.”

I gather the courage to look over at her, and I see she’s looking at me, but not glowering. She has that pitying expression that I’m getting so damn sick of from everyone. Why can’t they just be happy for me?

“If you start a war, it won’t be good for anyone. These people operate in a different world. It won’t be about you, anymore. Not at all. And it might be too late by the time you realize that.”

“Oh my God, Jane. I don’t know about this whole melodramatic thing you’re trying. It’ll be fine.”

Jane’s knitting project makes no noise when she flings it down on the carpet, but her combat boots make some heavy thuds as she trudges out her door. It’s okay, I know she’s just trying to help, just like everyone. I look back up at the ceiling, and go back to thinking about that limo ride.

Darcy

Whatever’s in the dictionary under euphoria needs to be changed to “Fucking Lizzie.”

I’m at one of the most high-end restaurants in the city with a smoking hot waitress serving my table, and all I can think about is having Lizzie ride my cock.

I can’t even pay attention what Chuck is telling me. It’s just more legal shit. He wants to go over the fine details of the contract with me beforehand, so that in case I get the Bennet deal, I can sign right away.

Our waitress comes back.

“Anything else I can get for you, gentlemen?”

“I’ll tell you what,” he says, “I could sure go for your phone number.”