Page 12 of Taming the Bear
“What is all of that?” I ask her mainly because I’m curious. The little vixen that I’m wanting to fuck the shit out of is handling all sorts of equipment and she should be handling mine. I adjust my dick in my jeans and make sure she sees me doing it.
Her pink hair flows against her back when she looks back at me and she pouts a little. “You know it’s rude to look at someone’s equipment, right?”
That little wench totally used my words against me!
“Touche.”
Before I can launch into anymore questions, there is a pounding on my door. I walk over to it after I secure my safe and look through the peephole. I notice that it’s Crow and he’s got a smile on his face. “What do you want?” I call through the door.
Being that Crow is the oldest brother here, I have a lot of respect for him. He was my dad’s Veep and I know that he felt guilty about my dad’s death. The man has never been married and I doubt that he would ever get married. Crow just likes riding bikes and drinkin’ beer. He’s a good ol’ boy. “Bear, the new talent wants to meet the president.”
“I’m busy,” I answer.
I turn back to Chantal who is just in awe over everything that is happening. I can’t believe that she’s taking this so well. She stands up from her spot and looks me up and down. I know that she’s attracted to me and she has got to know that I’m attracted to her as well. What I don’t know is if I can fuck her against the bedroom wall or not.
In my hands, I’m holding fifty large and I hand it over to Chantal. She looks at the money and then at me. “What the fuck is this?” She doesn’t take the money from me and I can tell that she’s trying to decide if she should or not.
I decide to make the decision for her and stuff the bills into her hand. My fingers graze along the back of her soft hand and I wonder if the rest of her is this soft. “Half of the money that I owe you. Consider it a good faith payment for the work you’re going to be doing. You’re going to be in here by yourself a lot and I wanted to make sure that you were paid.”
Her eyes are staring at the bundle of hundred dollar bills that I gave her and she then shakes her head. “Look, I don’t need this much money. Joe, I don’t want you to go…”
I cut her off because I don’t want her to give me some excuse about how I can’t afford to pay her. “Trust me, I got this. Just do what I hired you to do and we will be all good. Are you ready to go out and meet everyone?”
Chantal is still staring at the money with big eyes and then she walks over to her lock box. I watch her while she unlocks the box and then pulls out another box with a dial key pad on it. Seems as if I’m not the only one who is paranoid.
“Actually, do you think you give me a minute? I have to change and all of that.”
What she’s wearing is fine. I don’t get why she needs to change. “Why?”
She looks down at her jeans and button down shirt. “I’m a little over dressed,” she smirks at me.
Ah, she’s thinking about all of those half naked women out there and thinks that is what I like. I walk over to where she’s standing and then I grab her face in between my hands. When she looks at me, I notice that one of her eyes is bigger than the other one, but is just as pretty. “Those hoes out there, are hoes. They are not what I like and you shouldn’t be jealous over them or whatever.”
Chantal
I shake my head out of his grasp and then take a deep breath. This is silly! Why should I be jealous over those sluts when I’m nothing more to Joe than a job? Because he’s fucking with my head!
“All right,” I murmur and then grab my cell out of my purse. “Can you give me a couple of minutes and then I’ll be ready to go.”
Joe looks as if he is about to argue with me but then I stare him down. I’m so out of my league right now but this is the chance I need to get out from underneath these assholes.
He turns on his feet and walks out the door. I pull my phone out and tap out a text message to the burner phone that Big Sir gave me to get in touch with him.
ME: i have the money
BIG SIR: it’s about fucking time. I want what you owe me plus interest.
ME: that wasn’t apart of the deal!
BIG SIR: little girl, you don’t make the rules
I close my eyes and count to ten. Big Sir was blowing up my phone when we were at the restaurant and I couldn’t respond to him because I don’t want Joe to know that I got in way over my head with these assholes.
ME: fine. meet me next at the spot and i will give it to you then
BIG SURF: you better make it worth my time
ME: five am
