Personal Possessions, page 15
“Mr. McHale. So nice of you to call, is there something I can help you with?”
“Should I answer that question truthfully, Ellie-bean?” My dick got hard just from saying that name. I never thought I’d get the chance to call her that again.
“Mr. McHale, I don’t mean to be rude sir, but I am a very busy woman so, can I ask what this phone call is regarding?”
Ah, she was feisty this morning. She must’ve seen the photos. I laughed a sincere laugh at her attempt at being a hard ass. I loved when she tried to play hard to get.
“Yes, Mrs. Barker-Jackson, would you like to know where you will be accompanying me for lunch today, here in about –oh, an hour or so?”
That caught her off guard. She wasn’t expecting that out of this conversation. There was no way you could have ripped the smile off my face. I had her totally flustered, and I loved every minute of it because it meant I still got to her.
“I would appreciate that very much.”
I got up from my seat at the desk and had to start walking around. My cock was about ready to bust through my zipper. I was going to have to take care of this as soon as I got off the phone, or just maybe I wouldn’t and let her see how much she still gets to me and she could take care of it for me.
Wishful thinking.
“Maybe I could find a way for you to show your appreciation Mrs. Barker-Jackson.” I could just visualize how beautiful she looked sitting at her desk - blushing. That beautiful rose color filling her cheeks as she visualized what I was implying to her. She knew exactly what I meant when I said that.
“Mr. McHale, you can call me Elle, as a matter of fact I insist you call me Elle.”
I loved hearing her call me Mister. I could just see her kneeling before me with my shaft held tightly in her hand as she teased me by wrapping her tongue around me. Fuck. I was going to come and she hadn’t even touched me. I had to change the subject.
“Ah, but we are professionals here, Mrs. Barker-Jackson and I insist we keep it that way.”
“Very well.”
I couldn’t figure it out, she was annoyed with me. Either by what I was saying, or by calling her by her married name? Was I reading that right? She kept insisting I call her by her first name, but that takes all the professionalism out of it especially with a history such as ours. Maybe I was just looking deeper than I should’ve been. Besides, being the sadistic bastard that I was, the thought of her being frustrated with me turned me on more and more just at the thought of it.
“Waldorf Astoria, Atlanta. Do you need directions Mrs. Barker-Jackson?”
“No Mr. McHale, I think I can find my way.” She paused for a minute I almost thought she was done talking. “I look forward to our meeting. I’ll see you at 12:30 then.”
Now I was the one that was caught off guard. I wasn’t expecting to hear that from that response from her.
“Oh - not as much as I do, Mrs. Barker-Jackson.”
What the hell was happening to me?
I thought to myself as I sat upstairs of the restaurant where we were meeting. She was late and I…I was anxious. My palms were clammy, and I felt as if I had enough nervous energy to run laps around this whole building for hours. Holy shit, I was turning into a pussy whipped adolescent again.
Sipping the drink of scotch and soda that sat in front of me, I swore to myself that it would be the only one and it was to take the edge off. I finished what was in the glass and set it back down on the table.
I glanced back down at my watch again when I heard the door to the private dining room open up. I saw Elle walk in behind the maître d and my jaw fell open. She just stood there for a moment taking in the elegant surroundings. The concierge went above and beyond what I had requested. I didn’t know whether she was going to continue to come this way, or take off in a panic.
I had never seen a more breathtaking sight in all my life. That hole that was exposed in the middle of my chest was almost closed, as the warmth that I felt filled me from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. Almost overwhelmingly so. I saw her begin her stroll over to our table and the closer she got the warmer that feeling became. It was as if it was pulling her towards me.
“Please, come and sit.”
I pointed to the chair across from me, as she came to it and lowered herself into it. She immediately picked up the napkin and placed it gently into her lap.
“Mr. McHale,” was the only greeting that I received from her. That was ok, because the only word I wanted to hear out of her mouth today was, “Yes,” when I offered her my proposition.
Ricardo did his thing by filling up our water glasses and telling us about our waitress. Before he left, I wanted him to be sure that he remembered that I wanted to be left alone until I let them know we were ready to receive them.
As I asked Ricardo nicely, he lowered his head in acknowledgement and left us.
Alone.
“So, Mr. McHale, the contracts?”
Oh, she wanted to continue this little game, huh. Well, I was ready to see what she had for me.
“Ah, yes, we will get to those momentarily. First, we have some catching up to do.”
“Look, I didn’t come here for a high school reunion, Trevor.”
I wanted to close my eyes and savor my name on her tongue. Shit, it was as though an angel was calling me. But yet, she acted as if it was dirt in her mouth.
“So now we’re back to first names, huh? Well, if I recall correctly, as of second grade, I asked you not to call me Trevor.”
I could see the frustration getting the best of her, the cool color of her cheeks was becoming a sexy shade of fire red. I smirked at the thought of seeing the soft and smooth skin of her ass cheeks tinted the same color as her face.
“Trevor, TJ, Mr. McHale. Look, what does it matter what I call you. This little get-together you thought you’d force me into agreeing to, is strictly business. I’m here to pick up contracts, and that’s it. I’m not really in the mood to reminisce.”
Oh yeah, I was getting to her. I could see it all over her body. She was squirming in her chair, I imagined running my fingers through her wetness as she closed her eyes in pleasure. She had small beads of sweat that had built up on her upper lip, and I could bet any amount of money that her nipples were as hard as tiny pebbles.
The smirk on my face had become a shit-eating grin.
“That’s hurts, Mrs. Barker-Jackson. Here I go out of my way to make you feel comfortable. Have a nice meal, nice conversation and yet you blow me off like I’m some stranger off the street.”
“That’s another thing, Mister McHale, why do you feel it necessary to continually call me that! It’s very annoying.”
I knew it! I boasted to myself mentally. She didn’t like when I associated her with his name either. Well, I was going to make sure that once today was over, it would never be used again. For right now though, this was way too much fun and was extremely entertaining for me.
“Well Mrs. Barker-Jackson, like I said, I want you to feel comfortable, I know that you’re a married woman and I don’t want to do something …inappropriate.”
“Mr. McHale, my personal life is not your concern, nor does it have anything to do with this lunch meeting. I don’t feel uncomfortable because, I would not allow you to put me in that position. Now, are we going to discuss the contracts or not?”
I grabbed my water, took a sip, sat back in my chair and placed my fingertips together, while I just stared at her. Elle stared back for a moment but then turned away as if she didn’t want me to see what was in her eyes. This made me extremely curious about what was going on inside that pretty little head of hers. Playtime was over. I wiped the smirk off my face, and made sure that business man Trevor was now in place.
“Very well, if that’s the way you want to play this game then let’s play. Let’s get down to business. I have a proposal for you. I have spoken with Loren and I added a small stipulation to our deal.”
Elle sat straight up in her seat. She was in her defensive stance. Ready and waiting, determined to not be caught off guard this time.
“I am moving my main headquarters of the Mac-Gentry firm and I have some legal work dealing with accounts and contracts that I need to bring to a close so since the newest partner of Richards, Klein and Daugherty has just been put on retainer by my company, I need you to accompany me back to Burlington and help me conclude my business. We have eight days to get all contracts drawn up, presented, signed and filed. Then we have to make sure that they are sorted away and packed up ready to ship down to the new headquarters here in Richland.”
I could see Elle drop one layer of her armor when she heard what I had to say, apparently it wasn’t as bad as she thought it was going to be.
“How many contracts are we talking about here?”
“Two hundred and fifty.”
Something was amusing to her because she busted out in laughter. I hadn’t heard that sound in seventeen years, and I missed the hell outta it. She shook her head to bring herself back to the conversation.
“I’m sorry, I thought you said two hundred and fifty.”
I smiled at the thought that I had made that beautiful sound come from her, whether I meant to or not.
“I did.”
Her laugh turned into a smile, as she grabbed the napkin out of her lap and set it on the table, inching her chair back. I know she noticed the strange look on my face because she began to explain what she was doing.
“Mr. McHale, this,” Elle waved a hand at the table “well we won’t call it a lunch since I never had the chance to order, has been enlightening. Now, since you feel that you have enough money to sit here and waste your time that certainly does not give you the right to waste mine. Now will you please, hand me the contracts.”
I wasn’t following what she was saying. Did she think that this was all some type of joke? I moved my chair back as well, taking her answer to be a no; I was simply going to walk her out. I wasn’t expecting her to turn this offer down.
“Mrs. Barker-Jack-”
Suddenly, Elle threw her fist down on the table, bouncing the glasses and the silver around, “Don’t fucking call me that name again!”
I didn’t move. I was shocked and all confused. She was pissed off because I called her by her fucking name? Had I entered the Twilight Zone? I just stared at her waiting for an explanation, enlightenment on what was the reasoning behind her very hasty madness. Nothing.
Un-fucking–real!
“Fine, Elle, can we please sit down and discuss this rationally?”
“There’s nothing rational to discuss. There’s no way in hell that you are going to pull that off. Besides I can’t be away for eight days. That’s ridiculous!”
I was still standing next to the table, while she was standing a few feet away from her chair. Becoming more and more frustrated with every pessimistic word she spoke, and bored of this bullshit conversation around the big pink elephant that was taking up the entire room. I wanted to just come out and demand that she accompany me back to Burlington and be done with this. I wanted to reach over, grab her and pull her to me. But I also knew that was not an option, so I held back every damn desire that I felt, as it slowly killed me. I could feel my pulse rate rising, I had lost all reasoning that led me to smile.
Suddenly, a thought popped into my head. Be TJ…not Trevor. I was TJ to her, not dickhead Trevor. It had been a while, but I had to pull him out for my sake, and for her maybe that would seal the deal.
“Elleny, please,” I pleaded, “sit down and let’s discuss this. I have a plan and it will work but I need your help.”
She began walking slowly back to her seat. I took a breath in relief and sat back down.
“Let me at least finish the proposal I have for you,” I began as a phone sounded from her purse.
“Excuse me one minute I need to check this.”
I nodded my understanding and looked around. I needed a drink so fucking bad. This was not going the way I wanted it to, but I would never let her know that.
As Elle reached down beside her to grab her purse, the arm of her jacket rose and I noticed something on her wrist.
What the fuck!
The first thing that went through my mind was what I saw in those pictures that Lauren had shown me years ago. Maybe she had increased her sexual experiences and was into that as well. Having been with her for as long as I was, I didn’t see that as a possibility though. A thought crossed my mind but I pushed that out because no one and that would have included Bear in their right mind, would even attempt to try the thought that just crossed mine. It had to be something else.
This mark was purple and blue; I wasn’t sure what it was that I saw. Maybe it was a tattoo? She hurried and sat back up, continuing on as though nothing was the matter, so I let it go.
As she set the phone down beside her on the table she apologized, “Kids.”
There was no need to apologize. In fact, there was no reason to talk on that subject at all. I hated the thought of Elle and him having children together. Every time I thought about it, I got sick to my stomach.
I stretched my eyebrows up as though nothing was wrong and I faked a smile while I took a sip of water praying maybe a miracle would happen and it would turn to wine. It didn’t, so I continued on.
“I leave tomorrow evening, so you will fly back on my company jet, I will set you up in a hotel. Five star of course, which also happens to be in walking distance of downtown Burlington. A car will be sent for you every morning to drive you to Mac-Gentry. You will have nothing to worry about financially. Mac-Gentry will give you an allowance for 3 meals a day and if you’d like you can have a company car at your disposal for the evenings. Plus I’m willing to pay an ungodly amount of money that will be deposited in your personal account on completion of the project.”
Elle looked at me like I was explaining the details of a dream vacation to her. I could see how badly she wanted to accept it. It was written all over her face, but yet, there was something holding her back.
“Leave tomorrow evening?” Elle stated like she didn’t believe what I was saying.
“Yes.”
The naive school girl look went away before she asked the next question. That was how I knew she was attempting to talk business with me. It was so sweet that she was trying to act so big and bad, she had no clue that her soft spoken attitude and money did not mix well.
“How much are we talking about here?”
Any amount of money you want! Take it all, have it all if you want it. I will give you whatever you wish for, as long as you come back with me.
This was the answer that I gave her in my mind, but of course, I didn’t speak those words whatsoever.
“I will triple your yearly salary.”
She looked as if she was choking on her water. When I said that, her face lit up like a Christmas tree. I knew she wasn’t hurting for money…was she? I began looking around the room, it felt as though the table was vibrating, I began to look under the table when the shaking ceased.
“Mr. McHale-” She began to speak as I raised my eyebrows at her calling me that name, “Trevor, do you know how much I make a year? You couldn’t afford to triple my salary. Besides, you know money is not something that is a necessity for me.”
Ok, so now I knew that she was not in some type of financial trouble, I could breathe again. So, why was she working if money wasn’t important? She could be working part time. I wasn’t going to get into this right now. This really wasn’t the place nor the time to discuss such personal information.
I didn’t want to lie to her, but I wanted her to know how vital it was for her to join me, without her knowing how vital it was for her to join me.
“I know it’s not, but I think that this is an opportunity that if you turn it down, will be the second biggest mistake of your life.”
Yes, I said that. Obviously, by the way her jaw dropped, Elle was shocked to hear those words come out of my mouth. Did she really think that our past was not going to arise in any of the conversation we had today? I really had a feeling that she did, well then I just made sure she knew that it was definitely a priority on my list of things to speak about today.
I made her flustered again, she didn’t know what to do or where to turn when I made her like this, and it entertained me to see her in this condition. Not in a bad way, but in an innocent kind of way. She looked just like the young school girl I knew back when we were kids.
“Look, go home, talk with Bear about it. I will be at Richland Manufacturing at 6pm. If you want to take advantage of what I am offering you, meet me there. If you don’t, well, I don’t know what else to offer you to make you say yes.”
It was quiet for several minutes. My eyes never leaving hers, hoping I could convince her to leave right now with me.
I had said everything I planned on saying, the ball was in her court now. She was such a hard ass, it would’ve killed her just to tell me yes right now. I would’ve called up my pilot and we would have been on our way in no time, she didn’t even need to pack, I would’ve bought her a whole new wardrobe.
She eventually broke the silence.
“Can we order, not only am I starving but I need a drink. Preferably something strong.”
I laughed a bit. Elle’s thoughts were definitely not where mine were. Hers seemed to be in her stomach. I smiled as I pulled the menus over my way from the edge of the table and handed it to her.
I felt as though I was a stalker, watching every move she made. She moved so gracefully. The way she put the fork to her lips, I could just imagine that being my cock. Her lips wrapped tight around me, waiting for me, savoring the taste of me. I reached down as if I was repositioning my napkin, shifting my now throbbing length. The more I thought about her, the harder I got. Then I would talk myself down, and the cycle would begin all over again.
It wouldn’t take but just the afternoon to reestablish the physical connection between her body and mine. It would be my pleasure to give her one hundred percent of my undivided attention.
