"Is that a good thing?"
"A very good thing," she purrs.
"I'm glad because there's more where that came from," I say, looking down at the chilled platter.
She reaches for another, repeating the process. As she does it, my eyes travel down the length of her body, savoring every inch of it. What's her motive for meeting me tonight? Something tells me that she has a hidden agenda, but I don't know what.
"You're awfully quiet," she says, turning her attention back to me. "Is that why they call you The Shark? Are you a silent sort of predator?"
I don't answer her right away, but instead I smile. Finally, I say, "Just admiring … that's all. I could certainly eat you for dessert."
"Still hungry?"
"Starving. You have no idea."
"I like a man with a big … appetite," she coos.
As if my cock wasn't hard enough already, now it's as stiff as stone. And as much as I want to bend her over this bar, I know we should talk business.
"About your company," I say, "I'm interested in investing."
"I appreciate that, but how can I trust you? You're the Shark of Wall Street. You eat companies for breakfast."
I place my hand on top of hers. "You can trust me, Natalie. I want to help. Tell me about your toys."
She smiles. "They're more than just toys, and there's nothing else like them on the market."
"So you've said. But what do they really do?"
"Well," she says, inching her body closer to mine. "They can do a lot of things that a cock can't."
"Is that so?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
"One can connect wirelessly to a Kindle, and runs on AI."
"You're losing me—AI?"
"Yeah, you know … artificial intelligence. So it knows when a woman is reading a sex scene because it'll begin to stimulate her at just the right times."
"Interesting, but how is that better than a real live cock?"
"I never pegged you as a man who'd get defensive over a toy," she laughs.
"I'm not defensive, just wondering."
"I didn't say it was better; I said it could do things that a cock couldn't," she smiles.
"Like what?"
"Well, for starters, it can fit discretely in a purse and last for hours."
"Who says I can't last for hours?" I smile.
"Can you?"
"There's only one way to find out."
She momentarily ignores the innuendo. "The way these toys move is also … unique."