Page 14 of Dreaux: The Corporate Assassin

“Everyone is wonderful.” He grinned as he pulled out his phone and showed me a recent photo of his two sons. “The boys are growing daily and are almost as big as I am.”

“I see…” I smiled as I handed back his phone. Hearing Sandra sniffle, I brought my eyes back to her. “Excuse my rudeness. This is my date for the evening, Sandra.” I motioned toward her, and she gave a faint smile and wave. “San, this is Governor Holmes.”

“Nice to meet you, beautiful.” He smiled as he reached over to shake her hand. His eyes did a quick scan of her body, and I could see the lust in them. “You look lovely this evening.”

“Nice to meet you, too.” She pulled her hand back. “I’m not feeling well, so I know I look horrible, but I appreciate the compliment.”

After chatting briefly, he excused himself but not before making promises to reach out about a silent auction event he was hosting. I informed him I would let Rosier know to be on the lookout for the invite. Shortly after he left, our food was placed on the table. Sandra was quiet throughout the dinner and made the evening awkward. However, I wasn’t leaving until I finished my meal and drink.

“So… as I said, I have to go out of town for business.” I sipped my wine and eyed her over the rim of the glass. “I’m not sure how long I’m going to be gone.”

“That sounds nice,” she stated, unenthused, as she played with her mashed potatoes. “Maybe you’ll find someone worth your time to add to your rotation since I’m not enough.”

As quickly as the thought of not leaving until my steak was devoured came, it went. Looking around, I found the waitress and waved him over. With a look of skepticism, he came right over. “Is everything okay?”

“Perfection.” I gave him an assuring nod as I removed my car from my wallet. “Can you run the tab, please? The food is great—no worries there.”

“Is there anything I can do to make your experience better?” He looked down at the half-eaten food. “I can get the chef or manager?—”

“No, a to-go plate will be great.” I nodded toward Sandra, who looked like she was going to break down at any moment. “My date is ready to leave.”

Nodding, he scurried off to do as I asked. I wasn’t going to sit up here and listen to the damn crying over some dick. At the end of the day, that’s what this was about.

“So, that’s it?” she asked as I escorted her back to our awaiting car. “You’re just going to drop me off and end things as if I meant nothing to you?”

“I’m not one for the back and forth, love.” I helped her into the car and told the driver to take us to her home to drop her off. “Fasten your seatbelt. We’ll be at your house soon.”

Crying silently to the side of me, I tuned her out as I pulled out my phone. There were a few missed calls and texts from a couple of ladies who wanted to see me tonight. As much as I wanted to take them up on their offers, I would leave well enough alone. I needed to get home and make sure everything was ready for my flight tomorrow.

So much for ending my last night here in some pussy.

As the soundsof Anita Baker flowed through my home speakers, I stood over the stove and mixed my infamous Alfredo sauce. Nate was coming over tonight for dinner, and I was more than ready to see him. It’d been two weeks since he made me come inside my office at work, and my body hummed in excitement. I know things are moving pretty swiftly with us, but that’s okay. We’re both consenting adults, and I knew what I wanted from Mr. Nate.

After the confrontation with Bryce earlier today, I started to cancel my plans for the night. The more I sat and thought about it, the more I changed my mind. That’s exactly what he wanted me to do. Allowing him to have power over my life wasn’t happening. It was time I had a little fun for once, and if that just so happens to come with a side of dick, so be it.

“Perfection!” I tasted my sauce as I cut the stove down to low. It was a little after seven, and Nate was set to arrive any moment now. Taking the breadsticks from the oven, I looked around and made sure everything was in place. The wine was chilling on ice, the pasta and steaks were done, and the lights were low to set the mood. I may have been doing a lot for a man that wasn’t mine, but the reward would be well worth it. Trekking to my downstairs bathroom, I eyed myself in the mirror to ensure there wasn’t a hair out of place. Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I couldn’t help but smile.

“I mean… I would want to fuck me.” I giggled before I turned serious. “Don’t mess this night up, Denim.”

Under my see-through sheer robe was a cherry red two-piece set with a garter belt that I hope Nate appreciates. My toned chocolate skin shimmered under the lights thanks to my body butter, which left my skin soft and delectable. Thanks to Briley, my breasts were firm, my hips were wide, and my ass was fat. All five-foot-seven inches of me was beautiful. I wasn’t a cocky or conceited woman by any means. I just knew I was a baddie.

Pushing my curls from my face, I jumped slightly as my doorbell sounded. I took a deep breath before I strolled up the hallway to the front door. Slowly, I unlatched it, and when Nate came into view, I couldn’t help but smirk. No matter the circumstances, the man was fine. Dressed in a Givenchy t-shirt, distressed Amiri jeans, and some colorful Nike Dunks I’d never seen, I appreciated his look. It showed me that he cared enough to not show up in some loungewear even though this date was inside my house. His one dimple came into view as he held his arms open for me to walk into his embrace. Without a second thought, I did just that. With a deep sniff of his cologne, I was intoxicated before a drop of wine could touch my lips.

“You look good as fuck, baby,” he groaned into my ear as he squeezed my ass tightly in his hands. “Lemme find out you been missing a nigga.”

“Come in. Let’s eat first, and then maybe… I can show you how much that statement is true.” I bit into my bottom lip as I grabbed his hand and locked the door behind us. “You didn’t bring me a gift from your trip?”

“Relax, ma.” He chuckled as he looked around my place. It was his first time here. Nate informed me he was a creature of habit and didn’t like walking into unknown spaces. Usually, when we met up, it was at a restaurant or his condo downtown. “I’m the only gift you need. I told you that I’ll buy you bread, but I’ll never break it. This ain’t that type of party.”

My steps faltered as I listened to his snide comment. I know Nate isn’t my man, and he’s shown me several red flags, letting me know why he never would be. I was only here for a good time, anyway—not a long one. Not bothering to address his comment, I led him into the dining room and pulled his seat out for him. Raising his brow at me, he sat and eyed me like a hawk. Regardless of how rude he was being, I was going to continue to cater to him tonight.

“I hope you like dinner,” I said as I placed his meal before him. “You’re so secretive and selective when it comes to certain things, so I decided to make a meal I’ve seen you order before.”

Nodding, he said thanks and began eating before I could even sit down. He was being weird tonight, and it was starting to throw the mood off. I decided to join in and eat instead of worrying about his silence and awkward behavior. I let it go on for a few minutes before I said fuck it and broke the ice.

“So… how was your trip?” I asked as I dug into the pasta. I must admit, it was probably the best I’ve made. “Did everything go your way?”

“There’s hardly a time it doesn’t.” He sipped his wine and eyed me over the rim of the glass. “Niggas know not to fuck with me.”

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