Page 28 of Undeniable

"I like big bonuses. Who’s the lucky girl?"

I pause for emphasis, making her stop and focus on my choice. Remembering what Stacey said about Seary not doing extracurricular activities and wanting Beverly to know I’m serious, I wait until our eyes connect, then I deepen my voice and answer. "Seary."

She looks surprised and says impulsively. "She isn’t available."

I smile with a confident smile. "You didn’t check."

"I don’t have to." She shakes her head. "I already know."

I look away, then look back and give her a determined look, letting my eyes speak to my intentions. Commitment foremost on my mind now. "Ask whoever you need to ask, but ask. I intend to make this happen."

Her look is just as determined as mine. "I’ll ask, but don’t get your hopes up. She hasn’t done a private VIP room in years."

"Ask anyway and get back to me, asap." I stand and push my chair back in, then turn and walk away. Seary’s body dances in my mind and I realize gambling is out of the question.I couldn’t focus even if I wanted to right now.I pass the Steakhouse, and the smell draws me in. I’m hungry and need to eat before I get on the highway.

The hostess asks. "How many?"

"One."Damn. That sounded lonely.

She sits me at a table in the back for two, facing a couple having a romantic dinner together. I try not to watch them, but it’s impossible. With each romantic kiss they exchange or intimate laughter they share, I feel the loneliness of one. While the waiter takes my order, the couple leaves. Sitting there staring at nothing, my mind drifts back to Seary.She is going to be a force to be reckoned with.

My Porterhouse steak is cooked to perfection and I eat it all. It sits heavy in my stomach and with the flight, workout, two cums under my belt, not to mention the alcohol, I consumed, I know I need to get home and get to bed. After checking out, I walk through the casino. Rebecca is enthralled in the people who are gambling with her and doesn’t look up as I pass. Once outside, I hand the valet my ticket. While I’m waiting, I have a thought, and when he comes back with my corvette, I hold out a $20. "Where’s the service entrance?"

He looks down at the tip and says. "I’m new. I don’t know." He smiles, reaching for the tip.

I pull it back, and add another $20 to it. "Which side of the building do the employees enter for work?"

He grins and says. "North side."

"Very good. Thank you." I take my key and give him the tip.

"You’re welcome. Thank you."

When I leave the parking lot, I hook a left and drive around to scope out the entrance on the north side of the club. It’s the parking garage.Hmm. Without knowing what she drives, and if they have designated spots, that’s a bust. No way will I be able to catch her going in or out. Too random.

I head out on to the highway and turn toward my house. My thoughts swirl around Seary.Where is she from? Where did she study dance? I thought I was immune to lust, but she busted that myth down and stomped on it. Is Bianca right? Commitment? Wow, what a word choice. Commitment. I guess my focus on her was completely committed. I certainly wasn’t aware of anyone else in the room. Hmm. And I am definitely going to commit to fucking her.

I arrive still lost in my thoughts, park, then head upstairs to take a quick shower and wash off the cigarette smoke before bed. Stripping, I toss my clothes in the dumbwaiter and push the button to send it to the laundry room. My hard dick leads the way to the shower. Turning the water on, I get in, hoping the cold water will shrink my cock and I can get in and out quick.I’m beat.Stepping directly under the waterfall, I gasp when the cold water hits my head, runs down my chest, and between my legs.Brrr! That’s painful! Maybe I should have jumped in the swimming pool instead.Shampooing the gel out of my hair, I start to shiver, then the warm water arrives. I lean into it, and wash away the suds, being careful not to touch my cock. The cold water worked and it’s deflated enough to manage. When I step out, I grab a towel, dry off, then walk naked to the bed, and collapse on it. I’m asleep before I can crawl under the covers.

My eyes pop open.Johnny said. 'She said in the cutest southern accent.' She’s a southern girl.I smile and fall back to sleep.

A sexy siren, wrapped in gold threads, sings and dances, calling to me. I’m hypnotized and walk like a zombie to her. Taking the gold thread she offers me, I pull it hard and she spins like a top. The thread unwinds and falls silent on the ground. I’m watching, waiting, hungry to see her gold tipped tits. Desperate to bury my face and get lost in them. Suddenly she stops and stands naked before me, holding the other end of the gold thread. She pulls on it to draw me nearer. I take a step towards her and step on something. I look down. I’m naked and my cock is huge. The gold thread has wrapped itself around my legs and turned into a heavy gold rope. When I look back at the sexy siren, she has turned into a blonde Wonder Woman. We stand there before each other and she smiles, reaching her hand out to mine. But I can’t move. The heavy gold rope is now the lasso of truth and it’s forcing me to acknowledge the way I feel about her. She is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. I open my mouth to tell her, "You are simply stunning," but the words won’t come out. I try and try, but can’t speak. She slowly backs away until she vanishes from sight.I cry out. "NO!"

Staring at the ceiling, I’m shivering in the darkness. The dream still holding my mind, I lay there in a cold sweat. Not thinking of anything, but the horror of that feeling. I put my feet on the floor and sit up.Fuck! Fucking fuck!I stand up and start to pace.I need to run.Going into the closet, I grab a pair of boxer briefs, sweat pants, hoodie and Nike’s. I run down the stairs, through the front door, and out the gate without thinking of anything but the panic inside me and getting it cleaned out. I run to the end of the street and around the corner to the next one. I run until the sun has risen.

My clothes are drenched with sweat as I walk back up to my house. Entering, I hear the sounds of humming coming from the interior.Maria!I smile. Tiptoeing I make my way through the house until I’m standing outside the laundry room, waiting for her to exit so I can scare her. My back flat against the wall, I hear her turn on the dryer. She hums and then I hear her coming towards me. I hold my breath and prepare to jump. As soon as she exits, I grab her and yell. She screams bloody murder and I hug her up tight to me. She slips her arms around my waist, burying her face in my chest and we laugh our asses off.

"Ha! Ha! I got you good!"

"Yes you did, Asshole!" She looks up at me, then sticks her tongue out, pushes me away and walks off. "You stink. Go get cleaned up while I go grocery shopping. I’m going to use you as a guinea pig for a new recipe." She flips me off as she leaves out the side door.

When I first met Maria, she was living in one of my apartment buildings. I walked in for my appointment with the manager and waited outside the office patiently while she attempted to negotiate a deal whereby she cleaned vacant units in exchange for rent. She explained that she had income from a cookbook she had just published, but it would be 90 days before she received her first check. She just needed an extension of time. The office manager explained that Maria would have to sign a new lease in her name and without the money for the deposit and first month’s rent, her hands were tied. Maria thanked her for her time, walked out and closed the door behind her. She smiled politely at me, but had tears in her eyes.

I held my meeting and when it was over, I asked for an explanation of Maria’s situation. The manager told me she was a good resident and had lived there for two years while she went to culinary school. She had just graduated and was looking for a job in a kitchen, but hadn’t found work yet. She and her boyfriend had had a big fight and he had moved out. The apartment unfortunately was leased in his name. I asked to see the background check on her, then I looked on Amazon and saw her cookbook was ranked in the top 10.

When I knocked on her door, and introduced myself, she invited me in. I was shocked by what I saw. Her kitchen was spotless, and set up like a miniature professional kitchen. She had converted her living room area into a studio. I was impressed with the equipment and knew she took what she was doing very seriously. There was barely any room to move. She asked if I would like a cup of coffee and I asked for a cup of cappuccino instead. She made me one, complete with a heart in the foam, and served some delicious homemade cookies. Before the afternoon was over, I had negotiated a deal with her to be my house sitter in my new house in Red Rock Canyon. She could live in the guest house and use the kitchen in the big house for her video blog.

Watching her walk away, and flipping me off reminds me of the time years ago when she told me she wanted to do my laundry. We argued over it. She was stubborn and insistent, but I refused to think of her that way. " No. We are friends, Maria. You agreed to housesit for me. Laundry is not part of the agreement. Drop it." She snuck up here in the middle of the night anyway to do my laundry while I was sleeping. I heard someone down stairs, creeping around and came down to investigate. At the time, there were no motion sensor lights inside and I stalked the noise in the dark. I located the intruder in the hall, and flattened my back against the wall, waiting to ambush them. When she went by, I hit the lights and pointed my gun at her. She screamed bloody murder and dropped like a rock. I was horrified and thought I had killed her, but she had only fainted. When she came to, I was leaning over her face and whispering. "Maria. Maria."

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