Chapter 9 - Jamie

Rummaging through the boxes in search of something I would look good in but also be comfortable wearing was a task. My nerves lumped in my shoulders, but my stomach turned excitedly. I felt like a spy in a movie and would play my part with grace. Ashan drove me wild simply by the way he looked at me. There was a hunger in his eyes and his sudden mood changes were something I wasn’t used to.

As I went, I threw clothes left and right. Opening the fourth box, I froze. Lifting the skimpy, glittering black number up, I gasped. This was it, I thought as I held it up against me. It was just long enough to hide what needed to remain unseen but short enough to entice the audience.

Confident that I could make this look work, I dressed quickly. In another box, I found makeup and hair accessories. I pinned some of my hair up and allowed some to frame my face. After applying a light coating of makeup, I admired my new look in the life-size mirror. I had never worn make-up but felt sure the bit of blush, mascara and lipstick I added was sufficient.

Pushing out my lips, I kissed the mirror. “Perfect,” I whispered to my reflection. The dress revealed the right amount of cleavage if you asked me. It sat halfway up above my knee and the high heels popped out my calves.

Even though I preferred to stay hidden and cover up everything, I was thrilled to see the reaction of the men downstairs. Thinking back to Ashan’s reaction of me in the evening dress, I was sure he would appreciate it. Plus, I had never worn anything like this before, but I had seen movies where women wore these kinds of dresses.

Turning as I moved to the door, I could see the headlines. I would have been a perfect spy in another life. After my earlier tricks, I knew that most places couldn’t keep me contained and people generally underestimated me.

After a couple of steps left and right in the room, I found my footing and felt comfortable in the heels. Pleased with myself, I headed downstairs. Blending in as one of the club workers, I searched for Ashan and the client. As I neared the furthest side of the bar, I saw them in the last private booth.

Ashan seemed to have a glow about him. He was explaining something to the client. His smile spread across his face like I have not yet seen.

Grabbing a tray with drinks from the bar counter, I headed over. I slowly entered, holding out the tray of drinks while listening to their conversation. I was hoping to gather information that may come in handy later. Ashan had said I should listen, and I was doing so. I wanted to prove my worth to him and maybe I could get out of this marriage sooner.

The client was an elderly man. I suspected he was in his late forties or early fifties. His companion was a stocky man about half his age. Leaning forward, I held the drinks tray out to them first. They each took a glass and thanked me. The client also winked at me with a grin that made me shiver slightly.

His shining black suit looked a size too small if you asked me. His slicked-back hair was ailing at the top, and I felt sure the large mustache covering his mouth was grown as compensation. The way he held himself spoke of money, but I felt sure he lacked manners. I had seen many men like him and always stayed well away.

He was of the kind that only wanted one thing of any woman. I felt sure that his kind only saw women as possetions and nothing more. I could only hope that Ashan wasn’t like that as he also came from money.

The client”s deep voice was a huge contrast to his companion”s shrill one. The companion”s stocky appearance and bushy red hair didn”t suit his voice at all. Yet, he didn”t give off the same vibe as the client. He was a man not born in the business but most likely a bookkeeper or something of the kind.

The client was a real hands-on creep, I thought as I turned, holding out the tray for Ashan. I couldn’t help but notice the client or his companion smelled of old booze and cheap cigars. The stench tickled my nose, and I had to hold back a sneeze.

As Ashan reached for a glass, I pulled up my nose. He caught my drift and shook his head at me. Wiggling my nose, I straightened up, ready to return the tray to the bar. But as I was about to walk out, I felt a pat on my ass.

Swinging around to the client in anger, I dropped the tray to the small table and was about to slap him in the face. No man has the right to grab at me. But before my hand was fully in the air, Ashan had risen and pulled me onto his lap.

“Come sit with me for a minute,” he added as he pulled my arm down as well.

I was surprised by his action but appreciated it. Feeling his firm grip on my hips, I shifted slightly as he moved me more onto one leg. It felt a little awkward but comforting at the same time. He was protective, and I was glad about it. Yet, he should have scolded the client. I had half a mind to do so myself but bit down on my lower lip to prevent making a scene.

The client was saying something about a missing associate when I initially entered the booth. But now everyone”s attention seemed to be on me. The client’s smile spread from ear to ear as he stared at me with googly eyes. For a moment, I felt dirty and exposed. I wanted nothing but to get back to the suite and change into my usual clothes.

This scene wasn’t for me I realized. I wouldn’t have made a good spy as my temper was slightly edgy I thought.

I tried standing, but Ashan’s grip on my hips was firm. He held me down tightly as I tried to squirm out of his grip. I knew he needed this deal, but I wasn’t comfortable with the client gawking at me like I was about to become his next meal.

Ashan spoke over my shoulder. “We”ll, I truly do not know.” He said in a charming tone. Glancing at him, I was shocked by the warm smile he offered the client. Even his eyes were soft and friendly as he continued. “As I said earlier, he abruptly left after receiving a call. I have not heard from him since. I think he was going to meet up with someone else.”

His unexpected charismatic behavior threw me off guard as my mind was suddenly distracted by all of him. Before my eyes, Ashan turned into a smooth talker. Honey seemed to flow out of his mouth as he spoke. Having his sexy voice in my ear caused heat to rush through me.

Suddenly, I couldn”t help but notice his firm chest and strong arms as he gripped my hips. He smelled good, a fresh, minty odor that traveled over my shoulder as he spoke to the client. I was so distracted I couldn”t even hear what the man was saying anymore as my mind traveled back to the room.

Turning to the client, I caught his eyes still on me. Then I felt Ashan”s hand gripping me tightly around my waist while his other hand traveled from my knee a little up my thigh. My body tingled as he shifted me from his leg more solidly onto him.

He raised his hand and softly moved my hair out of my neck as he spoke. Feeling his hot breath passing my neck sent shivers down my spine. His hand, which now lay on my shoulder, slowly caressed my arm as he moved it back down to my waist. The client’s eyes grew wider with each move.

I felt sure he was enjoying the show as he licked his puffy lips. His eyes seemed to water as he shifted forward on the couch. I didn’t appreciate the way his appetite seemingly grew with each move I made. Closing my eyes for a split second, I wished I had never agreed to this meeting.

Wiggling lightly on Ashan’s lap, trying to loosen his grip, I felt his hard dick pumping under me. Leaning a sliver forward and opening my legs a couple of inches, I could feel his stiffness much better. My heart was racing, and it was difficult to control my breathing as Ashan’s hands moved up and down my thighs.

The room unexpectedly heated up, and it felt like I was in a sauna. Suddenly, Ashan gripped both my hips with force as he spoke to the client, leaning slightly to my side. I was sure he was trying to hold me still, but it was hard not to move as my body appeared to have a mind of its own. My hands felt sticky from the sweat forming in them, and my lungs felt like they were about to stop working as I struggled to find air to fill them.

Leaning back on his lap, feeling my body filling with desire, I saw the client gawking at me. “How about sharing the little lady with me?” The client said softly. I almost thought I had heard wrong until Ashan growled back at him.

“She”s off-limits, not available,” Ashan barked at the client. I was shocked at his abruptness after just hearing him smooth-talk the client. I could see the client”s companion was also taken aback by it. Yet, the client still appeared calm.

“I want to do business with you,” the man said; his grin made me shudder, and not in a good way.

Glancing at Ashan, I felt sure he noticed it, too. His face looked like it was growing in size as he started to turn red. I didn’t know him too well, but I had seen this look on many men before. Ashan was about to explode.

I realized that this meeting was about to turn into a boxing match just looking at Ashan’s face. I had to push down the disgust I felt at the client and the lust I felt for Ashan to safe the deal.