Rescue Me (Dark Desires 3)

“That’s it? That’s all you got?” I heard him say, as I started picking my clothes up.

“I came here to tell you that I’ll sell my company to you, but I’m not going to work with you,” I said, without turning to look at him.

Chapter 10

Grant

“We don’t have to talk about work right now, Beverley,” I said, looking at her while she slid up her panties. She was avoiding my eyes again and all I wanted to do was look at her. My cock was still hard for her, I hadn’t orgasmed yet and I wanted her body again.

“Yes, we do. That’s all we should have talked about,” she said and bent forward to pick up her dress. My boner was beginning to weaken. I could feel my temples beginning to throb. The frustration of not having her completely was setting in, as I realized that she was about to leave.

“Why did you come to my house then?” I asked her, and recognized the bubbling rage in my voice. I had expected Beverley to be a tease, but now I was simply angry. She whipped her head around to look at me. I was still completely naked, and sitting on folded knees, while she was getting dressed.

“Because I wanted to tell you in person that I’ve decided to sell the company,” she said and I shook my head. I didn’t believe her. I reached for my pants and stood up to slide them up my legs. She was in the process of zipping up her dress when I did up my pants.

“That’s bullshit and you know it,” I said in a low gruff voice.

“What are you talking about?” she said as she ran her fingers through her hair. Even though my boner was gone by now, I could still feel my cock throbbing in my pants. I was desperate for her to not leave. I wanted to see this through. I knew I wouldn’t have any peace of mind till I had her completely.

“You didn’t just come here to tell me that. You could have called, emailed, sent your lawyers to tell me that,” I said and clenched my jaw. Beverley was fully dressed now. The blue dress she was wearing made her cleavage pop out and I couldn’t help but look at her breasts. I was so close to having them. I couldn’t stop my brain from imagining her being naked again.

“I wanted to see your house. See how much wealth you’ve amassed,” she said in a sour tone. I narrowed my eyes at her.

“So, this is about money? I’d never imagined you to be about money, Beverley,” I said and she puckered her mouth. In a way that made me want to grab her and kiss her lips again.

“Again, you think you know me but you don’t Grant,” she said and crossed her arms over her breasts. She was standing with her hip cocked to one side. In that blue dress, with her long legs and high heeled shoes…after I’d just tasted her in my mouth. It was difficult to compare her to the nerdy tech geek I went to college with.

“So, it is about the money? You wanted to see how much money I have?” I asked her and she rolled her eyes. It was almost comical, how hard she was trying to pretend that she hated me. Even though she had been screaming my name just minutes ago and begging me to not stop making her come. It made me smile.

“No, okay, it isn’t about the money,” she said and I arched an eyebrow.

“So, why did you come here? Don’t try and bullshit me again and tell me you came here for business talk,” I said and I walked towards her.

To my surprise, she stepped away from me. Her arms fell away and she licked her lips.

“I don’t know why I did, but I shouldn’t have,” she said. I stopped in my tracks when she started inching away from me again, but I wanted to touch her. My hands almost shook with the physical force of my desire for her. I couldn’t remember the last time I wanted to be inside a woman so badly.

“Okay, so let’s talk it over then,” I said, dropping my voice to a lower decibel. She rolled her eyes again.

“You think you can just seduce me into getting your way? Unfortunately for you, Grant, I’m not like all the other women you sleep with,” she said and for some reason that made me smile. It was a hint at her feelings towards my sex life. She was jealous.

“Right now, Beverley, there is no one else around us. So, let’s just talk about you and me,” I said and held my smile. She shook her head, like she was trying to convince herself and not me.

“There is nothing to talk about. I just told you that I don’t want to work with you,” she said and I took in a sharp breath.

“I didn’t mean talk about work, I meant talk about you and me and what happened here,” I said and she shoved past me abruptly, walking quickly towards my front door.

“What happened was a mistake, and I shouldn’t have come over here,” she said and placed a hand on my doorknob.

I followed her with my eyes and clenched my jaw. I could still feel the frustration of not having her running through my veins. It was making me light headed and mad with her.

“Go then,” I said, with a bitter tone in my voice. She threw me a look of fury and turned the knob and pulled the door open.

“My lawyers will be in touch,” she said as she stepped out and shut the door gently behind her.

I stood watching her as her heels clicked against the brick pathway. She was hurrying away towards the main road where she’d probably parked her car. In the dark, she eventually turned into a distant blue haze as she walked and I picked up the glass and drank the leftover whiskey in one large gulp.

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