Page 11 of Degrees of Acceptance
The waiter arrives to take our order. I order the arugula salad and dusted peppercorn sea scallops, which comes with parmesan risotto, wild mushrooms, and basil oil. I almost laugh as Chase and his dad order the house salad and ravioli, almost in unison. He catches me smiling and gives me an amused look.
Chase tells his dad that I love any type of seafood. “When you come to New York there’s a place that has excellent seafood. At least, that’s what Emily says.”
“That sounds fabulous. I grew up in Florida, so fresh fish and seafood were always plentiful.”
The meal is excellent, and the scallops are perfectly seasoned with garlic and peppercorn, and they almost melt in my mouth. The men enjoy their pasta which smells richly of cheese, garlic, and roasted tomatoes. After we’re finished, the waiter brings both Chase and his dad a piece of chocolate cake with a flavored espresso icing. I can’t imagine how they can eat anymore, or where they put it. Chase slices through the thick piece of cake and places a little of the icing on his spoon urging me to try a bite. I do and instantly know why they ordered it.
“It’s sinfully delicious,” I murmur, catching his father’s amused look. The waiter brings us more wine while his dad regales us with stories about his earlier business adventures. As he talks, I have a chance to take in his features. Chase gets his strong masculine jaw line and frame from his dad, but his eyes are not his fathers. He must have inherited the gorgeous, deep green eyes from his mother. I haven’t seen a picture of her, yet, and wonder what she looks like.
I turn my attention back to Chase and almost laugh out loud. He asks for the check, but his dad is clearly not having any of that. Don tells the waiter, “Son, you bring that check back to me. And you put your damn money away,” he says to his son, affectionately. Chase raises his hands in mock surrender. “You win, Dad, I’ll catch it next time,” he says, grinning, clearly enjoying the game.
Chase checks his phone and answers it, clearly annoyed. “Chase here,” he says, listening for a few moments. “Set up the meeting, Sid. I’ll get back to you tonight with details.”
“I take it they didn’t pull out,” Don says.
“No, and Sid’s team has had trouble with the locals,” Chase says.
“Son, I think this is one group that may not succumb to your human rights and labor negotiations,” he says earnestly.
“Well, they either do, or they will be minus an operation that would bring thousands of jobs to their region” he states coldly. “I am not negotiating the rights of the workers. They will be treated the same way as employees in our other operations. But, I’m going to need to send in another team for Sid,” he says, clearly agitated.
As we leave the restaurant, I notice Jay standing at the back of a large stretch limo. Don grabs Chase in a hug to say goodbye and then turns to me. “Katarina, it’s been a pleasure to meet you. You are every bit as charming as Chase told me you were,” he says, taking my hand and kissing it in an old worldly fashion. “I’ve always wanted to do that, but it’s never seemed quite fitting before,” he says smiling.
“Chase, you take care of this young lady,” he instructs before heading toward his own limo and giving us a brief wave.
Chase takes my hand and leads me over to where Jay waits for us, opening the door in the back for me. “You seem to have made quite an impression on my father,” he comments.
“Chase, your dad is great. I was really anxious about meeting him. I had pictured him as some conventional board member type,” I admit.
He laughs. “My dad stuffy? He’s got to be the most laid back multibillionaire I know,” he says with a broad grin. “I’m glad you liked him. I think the feeling was entirely mutual,” he states quietly.
He pulls me close to him and kisses the top of my head. “I’m still looking forward to seeing your hair fall over your naked breasts,” he whispers in my ear while his hand caresses my ear lobe. I can feel my breathing change and feel myself moistening. I am secretly excited that I’ve chosen the lacy white thongs and hope he likes them. Jay lets us out to park the car, and I see Peters and Lenny, members of our security detail, in the distance. It’s unusual to see them with Jay’s team, and I wonder if security has increased for some reason.
As we approach the elevator, two men in suits get in. Chase restrains me with a touch of his hand on my shoulder, allowing Peters and Lenny to get into the elevator ahead of us. We ride it upstairs in relative silence. The men get off on floor twenty-two, and we continue to the top floor.
“Would you like a glass of wine?” he asks, entering the condo.
“That would be lovely, but do you want to tell me what just happened? Who were the men in the elevator? It was apparent that we weren’t getting into the elevator without Peters and Lenny.”
“The negotiations related to HR and labor is not going as planned for the information and technology center. Sidney and his team have been accosted by locals trying to make a point, and I’m not taking any chances. We are sending in another team, and I have increased security at home for family members which mean there are some additional security measures. One of which is that we do not get into the elevators with strangers without security. I’ll go through the list with you tomorrow.”
“Now, I was asking if you wanted a glass of wine, in hopes of seducing you to let me see your hair fall over your luscious breasts.”
“Oh, flattery will get you everywhere tonight, Honey,” I respond, heading into the bathroom to slip into a short lacy white nightgown. I adjust my hair, letting it fall over my breasts and return to the living room. He’s settled on the large leather couch and slowly places his drink on the side table as I walk toward him. His eyes take in my body with apparent appreciation, and I delight in the deepening of his green eyes as they capture mine from across the room. “Walk slowly,” he instructs huskily.
He stands up before I reach him, and gently pushes strands of hair out of my face, following them down to my breasts. His fingers stroke my nipples through the lacy material until they are erect. He kisses me gently as his hands continue caressing my nipples, skillfully rolling and applying pressure.
The drinks are making me brave. “Honey, I want to play rough tonight. I want to get spanked in these panties,” I murmur against his lips.
“I sense you have something to show me, Baby. Lift your arms in the air, Katarina,” he instructs. I do as he asks, and he effortlessly slides the gown over my head and throws it on the couch. “You are breathtakingly beautiful,” he says, continuing his exploration around my now bare nipples, rolling and gently squeezing before tracing patterns across my stomach and down to my panties. “I want you to turn around so I can see what it is that you want to show me,” he says. I feel myself moistening at the sound of his voice and begin to spin slowly.
I hear the slight intake of breath and know he’s pleased. “Katarina, I love these,” he murmurs as he slowly traces the curve of my hips and ass. “Bend over and hold onto the couch,” he orders huskily.
Oh, God, this is hot.I lean over as far as I can and position my palms on the sofa.
He runs his hands along the thong, exploring all the way down to the seam; gently stroking my ass and hips. “Are these the panties you want to get spanked in, Baby?” he asks.
“Yes,” I pant.
