PLEASURE FOLDS

CHAPTER 5

I watched him from my live camera feed on my phone. I knew he would come, it's not surprising and I've been down this road before. With him it feels different already, damn near intoxicating, but I won't let him see that. I zoom in onto the camera and unmute the sound to hear what he's saying. "I'm looking for this woman," he says to the security officer . It's a picture of me, looking terribly off guard. I laugh to myself, walking towards the phone I call down. "Send him up Nate '' I adjusted myself quickly in the mirror making sure to not look so needy for him . I looked around the penthouse and made sure everything was in order, this would be a fun interaction for the both of us. I'll admit I did leave the club outraged at his decision to play with Cherry the way he did but I wouldn't let him have the last laugh. I walk to my room quickly and stop at the mirror. Taking in my own appearance, I scan from head to toe, my body is swallowed up in a champagne satin midi gown with a side slit, while my hair is untamed loosely falling onto my shoulders. " You are in control, this is your playground, you make the rules, you are in control." I say to myself one last time before stepping away. When I reach the front of the condo the elevator is ringing; signaling the doors are about to open, I hold my ground in a dominant stance. Preparing for him to step out , and when he does, I'm frozen in place. He steps out slowly and I can hear the sounds of his footsteps, heavier than light and rushed, he's taking quick strides as he notices me waiting across the dining room. "So this is your lair," he chuckles as he stops a few feet in front of me. I let out a breath I didn't realize I Was holding in. "This would be it," I say, making a small gesture towards the table. "Should we get straight to the purpose of this visit, or are you going to oogle my home like a fangirl ." I say as I pour myself a drink, Hennessy and Hypnotiq. Liquid courage isn't necessary , but for this exchange it is encouraged. "Damn, do you even offer your guests drinks? This is the second time I've been in your company and not once was I offered a drink, what a poor hostess." He says, gingerly grabbing my glass right as I take the first sip. Putting the glass up to his mouth, he takes a swig and makes a sour face. " Man for such beauty, you have a man's drink appetite, what type of girl makes an Incredible Hulk as an evening drink," he inquired after taking another gulp. I grab my glass and replace the contents he's drunk. "You see that's where you keep getting things twisted with me . I am no girl, I'm a woman, a grown ass woman who does whatever she wants, " I reply coolly. He laughs, " as I said whatever I want, I get, but did I want to offer you a drink either of the times you were in my 'company' as you so nicely put it.. I did not, that's your second problem thinking I want to do things for you already." I say more firmly. Of course I didn't mean to come off so bitchy, but this Incredible Hulk got a woman acting, Incredible. I walk over to the marble table where it's set for two. "If you would be so nice enough to join me at the table we have things to talk about." I say not waiting for him to respond . Sitting down I watch him. I take him in as he looks to be struggling with the battle inside. I'm sure not many, if one woman has ever talked to him like this. With a chuckle he strokes his beard while looking at me. Head is slightly tilted and his eyes boring into mine makes me think he's reading my hand. After what seems like an everlasting amount of eye contact he takes a seat at the table. "You , my woman, are something else. '' he says, '' And you haven't even scratched the surface, so stop trying to observe me and let's get down to business." I cut him off and finished. His infamous chuckle makes an appearance and I have to remember to refocus myself, 'you are in control' I remind myself. "mon fougueux ( my fiery minx), you present a challenge to me , and with that smart mouth , I have no choice but to accept it. You have been testing me since the night you walked past me. Let's get on with this business we have to discuss." he says. " Gladly," I responded. The dining area has a full wet bar with it, as I make my way to the drawer to retrieve the folder he decides to ask, " can I please have a drink, mon chéri (my dear) ," his eyes dancing with amusement. He's so confident in this game, it's arousing , it makes me want him even more , but not without setting boundaries first. "What's your poison, " I say over my shoulder . "I was thinking you , you seem to be killing me already," he says slyly. I return the sly look over my shoulder and he says, " I'll take the Henny , add coke , and I'm not talking about the drug." I fix his drink and grab the black envelope , then make my way back to the table. Placing his drink down next to him , I stand with my hand covering the black folder. Taking a sip of his drink, he raises his eyebrow questioningly, before letting out a satisfied moan. It's small and light, yet I still caught it. Clearing my throat, " Are you satisfied with your service," I tease. He puts his drink down and stands up quickly causing me to take a step back. He closes the space I added from my step. Shaking his head, a smirk makes it to his lips as he sighs, " tsk, tsk, tsk, Karma is that what they call you, " he says, reaching towards me and carassessing my face. "Yep, definitely Karma, that's the only way a woman like yourself comes into my chaotic life. " he grabs my chin forcing me to look at him. "Which should make our time together, all the better. I hope you don't break easily, I can play a little rough.' He says. Meeting his gaze, I match his smirk and slide the folder towards him. "About that, the ball is in your court, you control your shot." I say and sit back down in my seat.