“Have a seat, Mr. Salib.” The woman inclined a delicate chin toward the chair directly in front of her. The same seat the man in the suit suggested when he arrived.
“No, thank you. I prefer to stand.” Behruz shifted from one foot to the other, thinking it best to keep his distance from the beautiful stranger. He didn’t like that she knew his name, confident they had never met before.
“Very well.” The woman shrugged and reached to her right. Small, scarlet-tipped hands opened a square, silver box resting on the desk next to her. She selected a dark, slender cigarette from the bunch and slipped the chestnut-colored filter between her plump lips, each move slow and seductive. With the snap of her fingers, a flame appeared, lighting the free end.
Behruz jumped, back slamming into the glass window. What kind of sorcery was this he wondered, speared with a debilitating urge to leave.“Why am I here?”
The woman inhaled, the orange tip of the cigarette burning brighter. When she opened her mouth, a cloud of musky spice traveled through the air in his direction. “Why are you here?” she repeated, hoisting herself gracefully off the desk. She prowled closer, enjoying a few more pulls from the dark clove. “Let’s see,” she continued, now standing directly in front of Behruz, caging him in. “You killed my lover and I intend to make you pay.”
He tried to take another step backward, but only managed an awful screech against the glass with the bottom of his dress shoe. “You must be mistaken. I’ve never killed anyone.”
She narrowed her eyes to slits, expression cruel and angry as she considered him far too closely for his liking. Her fragrance of sweet floral swirled with the spicy musk of the clove, assaulting his senses. She guided the lit tip of the cigarette towards his temple. He would never think of hitting a woman, but he had no intention of standing there while she burned his face off. There was also the trick she pulled with the flame that forced his confidence in besting her, to waiver slightly. The clove sat inches from his eye now, tears forming in the corners from the choking smoke. She burst into a fit of hysterical laughter and drew back. “If you weren’t so handsome, I would have you beaten for the spineless coward you are.”
She stepped away and Behruz started towards her. Guards he hadn’t noticed before appeared from the shadows around him. At least five. Who the hell was this woman and what did she want with him? She flicked her hand in the air and the secret audience returned to their hiding places. A warning.
“Look, whatever I did, I’m sorry. Please, I have a wife and children.”
“Oh?” She continued towards her desk. “Are they aware of how you do business?”
“I don’t—“
“Sit down!” She pointed to the chair again. This time the tone in her voice hinted at a loss of humor on her part. If, she had any to begin with. Now aware that he was outnumbered, Behruz did as he was told and sat down. Enjoying the last of her cigarette, the woman returned to her perch atop the desk. He tried his best to keep his eyes level with her face, but her exquisitely bare legs, liberated by the shortness of her skirt, made that damn near impossible. She stabbed the finished butt into an ashtray that resembled a man’s hand dipped in silver while trying to reach out for help.
Behruz swallowed down his growing anxiety. “Please, what can I do to make things right?”
The woman gave him an evil grin. “I’m afraid it’s not that easy, Mr. Salib.” She uncrossed and crossed her legs. Behruz darted his gaze upwards, not wishing to see anything he shouldn’t, the woman chuckling at his efforts. “You better get used to the view, because that is exactly where you will be for a very long time.”
Desperate, Behruz stood to plead his case further. “What exactly are you accusing me of? I’ve never killed anyone. I swear!”
The woman leaned forward and yanked a business card from his front, jacket pocket. She pushed him back down into the chair with a crimson, stiletto heel to his shoulder and held the cream rectangle in front of his face. “You refused to renew your contract with TekMark two months ago, intending to do business with the snake who’s name is on this card. You were the largest TekMark client. Do you have any idea what happened after?”
Behruz shook his head, remembering the small company and it’s CEO very well. “It was only business. I had nothing against him, but they couldn’t supply my demand. I needed a bigger partnership.”
“You needed someone that would stroke your cock and treat you like the sniveling prince you think you are.”
“I will not tolerate being spoken to like this.” Behruz didn’t stand, fearing the sudden movement would only provoke the hidden guards to appear again. “If you don’t mind, I wish to leave now.”
“You will never leave, Mr. Salib. Do you understand? You are mine to do with as I please. And right now, I’m in need of a little pleasure.” The woman reclined back on her desk, palms flat against the wood. Lifting her legs, she split her smooth, shapely thighs, revealing that she wore nothing beneath her skirt. Behruz gasped, fighting down his instant arousal. “Now, fuck me with that pampered mouth of yours and I might consider adjusting the terms of your punishment.”
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