Executive Engagement
Not Lydia and Jane’s chair, but Lydia’s chair. Even with four other scorching-hot women in that show, Hawk’s focus doesn’t waver.
“That is her chair. Lydia’s been out of town the last couple of times, but this is her home. I’m sure that, as a fan, you’d like to meet Lydia again, and I know she’d love to see you again and pick your brains about business and the industry. Lydia is also massively popular, so as the owner, you’d need to work with her closely. I mean, you’re not technically the owner yet, but…”
“S-stop. Sorry, just hold on.” The Hawk apologizing must mean something, I’d say something good in this case. “I’m not the owner, yet, but I need to take this opportunity more seriously. I want you all to know that. Relay that message to everyone, to Lydia and…everyone else.”
“Uh, okay.”
“I never say this out loud, but you’ve got the upper hand, here. That’s the last damn thing I should ever say, but I am not letting this slip through my fingers. Let it be known...is it Alice? My apologies.”
“It’s Lizzie.”
“Let it be known, Lizzie, that I’m bidding again, and it’s going to be a doozy. This partnership is happening.”
Suddenly, a classic mobile ringtone tolls out from Hawk’s front jeans pocket. He reaches to get it, but stops suddenly. Hawk presses a button on the device, still in his pocket, to silence it.
“Let it also be known that I’m getting a better phone. Don’t worry about showing me out, now. I’ll take care of that.”
Without giving me a chance to respond, Hawk does a quick one-eighty and flies out the door into the hallway. I sneak across Lydia’s carpet and peek out the door at the Hawk trotting down the hall. I want to see what the phone call was all about.
Hawk already has his phone to his ear as I watch him disappear down the hall.
“Yeah, thanks for callin’ when I asked.” I can clearly hear Hawk’s voice echoing throughout the corridor. “I’m finished now. I don’t want to wait in the driveway, so hurry up. You can gas up later, not on my time.”
Hawk is talking to his chauffer. He probably thinks it makes him look important to get phone calls, and asks people to call him during meetings.
Well, I suppose he is important now, though: he’s the new owner of Bennet Babes.
Darcy
Chuck doesn’t look happy. Normally, he isn’t one to contain his excitement after we close a big deal. In fact, he’s usually ecstatic to go out to drinks and celebrate and hit on any girls in the area who will listen.
This time, however, he simply walks into my office and sits down. No commotion. No livelihood.
“You were outbid,” he says simply.
I sit there in stunned silence. While it’s rare for me to lose out on a bid, this one hurts more than usual. Ordinarily, I’d take the loss and move onto the next venture. But this one holds more weight.
I wanted the secure the Bennet Babes to be closer to Lizzie. Now that’s in jeopardy.
I lean back in my chair. While I want to pound my fist on the desk, I retain my composure. Another rule in the business rule is to never let the person sitting across from you see any emotion.
“Hawk?” I say. Chuck nods.
“I don’t think you’re going to like this next part,” he says.
“Tell me anyway.”
“Apparently, your bid was initially higher than Hawk’s. However, after he spent some time with Lizzie,” he pauses for a second, taking a moment to examine my face for signs of distress, but I don’t show anything, “he decided to increase the bid and won.”
I stand from my chair to look out my window. I know from a business perspective I should be looking toward my next acquisition, but right now, I have a million thoughts running through my head—and most of them are about Lizzie.
How much time have Lizzie and Hawk spent together? Did he take her out to dinner the same way I did?
Maybe Chuck was right. She could have been playing me the entire time to get the most money out of the deal. Obviously, she got it. By seducing both Hawk and me, she increased the size of both bids, guaranteeing she and her friends end up with more money.
At the same time, it doesn’t feel right. Lizzie and I may not have known each other for very long, but I sensed she truly wanted to be with me over any other guy. The way we fucked in the limousine that one night…it didn’t feel like any other fuck I’ve ever had.
When I’m with an escort, fucking is purely physical. I’m just trying to cum, and she’s basically the tool to accomplish that. Whether it takes one minute or 20 to cum, I just use the escort and send her on her way.