Page 44 of Negotiation Tactics

I let go of my cock as tremors build up in my core. I want to prolong this, to be as flustered as he is tomorrow. It will be so worth it.

“Good. Don’t disappoint me, brat. Good night.”

I hang up, give myself a few more strokes and cross my hands under my head so I can cool off. This is crazy. Or maybe I am crazy. But I don’t want to stop, even if it’s a mistake to mess around with your enemy. Josh doesn’t really feel like that anymore, but I know it doesn’t mean that’s the case.

Brady’s warning from today swims to the surface. He is right, and I already caught Josh trying to get blackmail material on me. Even if I’ve done my part, it doesn’t mean we are friends. But that’s fine—we don’t have to be.

I can enjoy this regardless, because it’s just sex with a cute brat that lights the fire within me.

16

Josh

I’malittleabsentmindedduring the meeting, so I’m glad it’s Lily’s case and not mine. I tagged along because Mariam is off babysitting grandkids again, but fortunately the talk went smoothly from start to finish, so there was no need for me to step in.

As I glance at the time while Lily bids a good day to the three men, my nerves flare and my stomach dances. It’s 12:20, which means Alistair will be here shortly so we can have lunch together.

I pull on my bottom lip with my teeth, self-conscious of the way the material of my slacks caresses my crease and balls as I stand from the chair. I can’t believe that I let things go where they went last night, that I let him convince me to send him that nude. I made sure my face was not visible so he can’t ever use it to blackmail me, but still, what was I thinking?

And what am I thinking now, being a good boy and going to work with no underwear on?

Last night, I was curious if I’d like it or if it had been a bleep at his party. So after I showered, I just put on my shorts. I was semi-hard the entire time as thoughts about what happened in his room kept rushing to me. It hadn’t stopped me from working though, and it sort of served as a promise for a reward too…

And then he called and made it ten times worse in the best way.

Fuck, I’m such a slut for his bossy side.

It’s fine, Josh. This is just sex.A little distraction along the way that could be advantageous to you and your search for Alistair’s dirty laundry.

I hope I won’t need it. I hope he is the good guy I suspect that he might be, and maybe I won’t have to give up the great sex when I get what I’m after.

Lily and I leave the meeting room. I’m back in my office a few minutes later, organizing my folders. Despite my attempt to rationalize all this, I don’t know what to do with the excitement from our upcoming date. Chatting with Alistair is fun, witnessing his charming smiles warms my soul. Not knowing when he’ll pull out the bossy attitude keeps me on my toes, tickling those dark desires I carry within me. He’s perfect, on paper, if we ignored the fact that we are on two opposite corners of the ring.

I wonder how he saw in me what I truly wanted that night. It’s when this started. Maybe if we haven’t met, he and I would be just a union rep and the billionaire he’s trying to take down now, and not the complicated thing that we are.

I clap my cheeks when my phone pings with a text from him stating he’s arrived. Whatever. I’ll figure out what to do, somehow. My ass clenches and my dick forces me to adjust myself. For now, I just can’t wait to find out what he has in store for me.

Alistair’s eyes are on me the moment I step out of the elevator. A sultry smile stretches his mouth, which I realize would look amazing around my cock. I smile back, more flustered than seductive, and my heart rate picks up. He’s dressed in a simple dark blue shirt with its sleevesrolled up and black cargo pants. In his hand he’s holding a black leather jacket with a red strip down one sleeve. His outfit creates a positively bad boy image, especially with the tousled hair and the mischievous glint in his gorgeous eyes.

“Hi.”

“Hi to you too, Josh. Ready to head out?” The smirk he shoots me promises dark and fun things, causing my stomach to clench even more.

“Yeah. Where are we going?”

He holds the door for me, attracting a few glances our way. “There is a place similar to the one you took me to last time. Not too far and not too fancy. I think you’ll like it. The name is Jill’s Pan.”

I quickly look up the venue. The menu sounds great and the cozy atmosphere with semi-private booths seems pleasant. “Good. I can’t stand those over-the-top posh places you people enjoy. And besides, the portions are small as fuck. I’d have to order half the things on the menu to feel like I’ve had lunch.”

His laughter booms as we get inside the car, loud and tingles-inducing. Our gazes clash, and I just have to look away or I might come in my pants right here and now.

The drive to the quaint restaurant is short. We park behind the building, and he leads me inside to a very private booth on the second floor. It’s in the corner and very out of the way, which I appreciate. The bare brick wall on our left and behind us is crawling with ivy, and the railing to the right is decorated with clematis so thick, you can’t really see the first floor once you sit down. Or be seen from there.

We place our orders, fried chicken for him and fish and fries for me, and it arrives within minutes along with our bottle of homemade lemonade.

“Oh my god! This is so good!” I moan as I take a bite from the succulent meat.

“Thought you might like it. Glad I was right.” He smiles around the rim of his glass. “Good boys deserve to be rewarded.”

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