Page 25 of The Passion

Dressed in all black. Shirt open a few buttons, with a scattering of chest hair on display. His shirt sleeves rolled up showing me the strong veins running down his arms and what looks like a scotch glass in his right hand. His arms are stretched along the back of the red leather seat in his curved red cubicle where he is sitting on his own.

Our eyes lock, and the composed look of curiosity that comes across his face tells me this is more like it.

He tilts his glass to me in acknowledgment that he has seen me and is interested in whatever aura I’m obviously emitting right now. Normally I would make him come to me and do the chasing, but tonight I’m tired and determined to take my mind off my current life problems.

Walking slowly toward him, so not to look too keen, he doesn’t move an inch. He is a man who likes to be the boss, his body language is giving that away.

“I see we enjoy the same poison,” I say, sliding into the cubicle but not too close. Just to let him know that he might like to be in control, but I’m not doing all the work. I might be desperate tonight, but I’m still keeping my dignity.

“I enjoy many things, Miss…?” He leaves the question open-ended for me and raises his glass toward mine to clink to our meeting.

I learned a long time ago not to give my real name on nights like this, and I have a couple I rotate, but tonight, I’m Susan, the slutty fashion designer who is out on the town.

“Susan, and you are…?” The twinkle in his eyes tells me he knows that’s not my real name, but he doesn’t care.

“Fulton.” His one-word answer gives me shivers at the timbre of his deep voice. But instead of me being happy that he is a turn-on, instead all I can think of is another damn F name. What is with all the fuck boys’ names starting with an F.

But I’ll take it anyway, because that’s all I’m looking for tonight, another fuck boy.

“Enjoy your drink, Susan… and then I will take you to my boat and we will continue this conversation further.”

Oh, fuck, he’s good.

“I like to drink slowly.” I take a very deliberate small sip of my scotch, and it slides smoothly down my throat.

He doesn’t even flinch as he opens his mouth to reply. “And I like to fuck slowly… but firmly.” He takes the last mouthful of his drink and places it down on the table. “So, take all the time in the world, sweetheart. I’m a patient man.”

And as everything else starts to slip into the background, all I can think is thank God I didn’t hook up with that cougar chaser earlier tonight. That would have been like taking a ride in a cheap Volvo, when tonight I feel like I’m about to get the full luxury of a vintage Porsche.

Maybe this silver fox can show me what I’ve been missing with a much older man for once.

Deciding I’m not waiting, I take two big gulps of my scotch, almost burning my throat as they go down one after the other,and shake it off. Fulton stands and takes a few steps to stand in front of me.

His hand outstretched for me, I place mine in his rather large one, and he pulls me to my feet before I have time to say anything.

“Just because you might be in a hurry now, it doesn’t mean I will be. I chose carefully so I can savor my time of pleasure.”

Lifting my hand to his lips and placing a kiss on it, I almost feel like I’m about to cheat on someone but chastise myself for the stupid thought.

I don’t belong to anyone, let alone Flynn.

And I’ve given up on the fantasy that he will ever belong to me.

So tonight, I’m letting go and about to put my life back where it should be. Where I’m in charge of my mind, body, and soul.

And my womanly pleasure!

Chapter Six

FLYNN

“What do you mean you still don’t have any further information?” I’m standing in the kitchen at Rem’s house as he grabs plates for the pizza that has just arrived.

All the guys are here to watch the football match. England is playing Australia, and it’s always a good time to get Nic riled up, with him being the only Aussie in the room.

“The guys are doing their best, but the trail’s gone cold. There hasn’t been anything since the money was paid, and since old man Kentwall won’t hand over any information, then we are left searching in dark places I would rather not be.” Rem is looking at me all apologetically, and I know it will be eating him alive too that he can’t tell me it’s all dead and buried.

“This is so frustrating! Ughhh.” I’m grumbling as he places the plates in my hand, and the sound of Tori yelling at us to hurry up because she’s hungry comes from the living room.

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