~Three~
I was never happier to be back in my apartment than when I walked through the door after that night. It was one hell of a night at the club, to say the least. Not only was I interrogated by two detectives, Colin also started in on me by asking me all sorts of questions. I would have normally had no problem answering them, but when you have a beautiful woman in the same room, concentrating on them can be rather difficult.
Throwing my keys on the counter, I walked over to the living area where I had my favorite brand of Scotch waiting to be devoured. As I poured myself a drink, I couldn’t help but wonder about Tess. I just couldn’t understand why a woman with her innocent beauty would ever be with Colin. She was at least twenty years younger than him, and in no way was Colin her type. It was then that I remembered what Kyle said about Colin owning her. How does that even happen? Then it hit me, she had to have been part of a deal. It was the only explanation. If this was the case, then Colin had his hands on more than bumping off old business acquaintances that screwed him over.
One thing I knew for sure, it was high time that I found out more about his business dealings, but most importantly, how Tess became his possession. If there was one thing I learned in the past year, it was to always stay ahead of the game. Better to be one step ahead than to be caught by surprise. I just hoped that my so-called jobs weren’t going to mysteriously turn up dead, just like Jeffries did.
Feeling like the Scotch was doing nothing to ease my tension, I remembered there was a certain brunette that would more than gladly help me out. A little kiss-ass would go a long way with her. Knowing that her apartment was directly below me, I grabbed a bottle of wine from the wine fridge and headed her way. Nothing like a little pussy to calm the nerves.
~*~*~*~
Holding the wine bottle in one hand and knocking on her door with the other, I was certain that she would still be up, especially given the line of work she was in. Strippers tended to work late hours while sleeping during the day. When her door opened and she appeared, I remembered why I loved those lips so much as they turned downward, letting me know that she was still pissed at me. I realized that convincing her to let me in was going to take some doing. Putting on my best smile, I scanned her half-naked body and groveled the only way I knew how. “Ginger, love. I was wrong. Let me make it up to you.”
“Don’t “Ginger, love” me. I know exactly why you are here,” she cursed as she tried to shut the door.
“Ginger, please, baby. Hear me out,” I pleaded.
“You have five minutes.” Her body shifted to the side of the door, allowing me entrance.
I had to admit that her place looked nothing like I had envisioned. It was nicely decorated with soft neutral colors and very tasteful décor. It looked more like the home of a successful business woman than that of a high-paid stripper. Turning to face her, I held up the bottle of wine and asked, “Do you have a bottle opener?”
Watching her pull her short silk robe around her exposed body, I followed her movements with my eyes as she headed to the kitchen. When she returned to where I was standing, she not only had a bottle opener, but two wine glasses in her hands. Taking the opener from her hand, I gave her a signature smile and began uncorking the bottle. As she held the glasses, I poured. I knew this was the first step in getting what I needed. Taking one glass from her, I leaned over and whispered, “You’re driving me crazy.”
When she pushed me away, I knew I needed to put forth a little more effort. “Not so fast, lover,” she advised as she placed her perfectly manicured hand on my chest and pushed me away with little to no force.
“You are going to make me work for this, aren’t you?” I questioned.
“Damn right,” she commented, taking a small sip of her wine.
This cat and mouse game she was playing wasn’t what I had in mind. I just wanted to get a little relief, get out, and spend my night alone in the comfort of my own bed. I wasn’t sure how well that would go over, but there was one thing I knew about women, and that was: all women loved to be sweet talked.
Taking a seat next to her on the couch, I made sure the distance between us was minimal. Placing my glass on the small accent table, I turned on my charm and began undoing the sash to her robe. Her eyes fell to my hand and I could tell she was more than willing to take this little game further. I kept my eyes on her as she took a sip of her wine before placing her glass next to mine. It wasn’t long after that her hands were on my chest, rubbing up and down until she began slowly unbuttoning my shirt. Smoothing her hands along my impressive chest, she worked my shirt down my shoulders, exposing my upper body.
Her red-covered lips came in contact with mine and our tongues began dueling with one another. There was no break in contact as I lowered her robe, leaving her in only her bra and panties. Like clockwork, my hands were upon her ample breasts, working and kneading them through the thin lace of her bra. As our kiss deepened, I placed my hands around her waist, moving them upward along her spine where I expertly unfastened her bra.
Without warning, she broke the kiss and I was on my back with her working the zipper on my pants. For someone who wanted nothing to do with me a few minutes ago, she was coming at me like a woman who had become completely unhinged. When she pressed her hand against my cock, it didn’t take long for my impressive length to come to full attention as she continued to caress it through the fabric of my boxers. As much as I wanted to get my fix, this was a little quick even for me. Taking her by the waist, I switched positions so that she was now beneath me. It wasn’t that I minded a woman taking control, but if I didn’t step in, our romp would end before it even began and that just wasn’t the way I worked. There was something to be said about a little foreplay before the actual deed.
Lowering my head, I nuzzled her breast and began lapping my tongue around the tip. Her body began to relax as I switched my attention to the other side. Her chest heaved forward, forcing me to take more of her. With my hand, I searched for her nipple and pinched it firmly, grabbing her attention. Her back lowered to the couch when she realized that I was in control now. As much as I wanted this to continue a little while longer, I knew Ginger enough to know that she would take this as something more than just a good fuck.
Pushing her panties to the side. I positioned my sheathed cock at her entrance and plunged inside. The warmth of her pussy coated me and as I pumped, I watched her breasts bounce back and forth, mimicking my movements. Her moans filled the room and her voice could barely be heard as she said, “I could fuck you every day of the week.”
It was ironic that she spoke the words that I was avoiding. Even though her pussy was sweet, there was something about being with a stripper exclusively that didn’t sit well with me. Giving her one more thrust, I pulled free, removed my glove, and watched my seed spill on her stomach, coating the fake diamond navel piercing that I found to be somewhat sexy. Even though she said she was on the pill and clean, there was no way I was going to fuck her unprotected, no matter how much she preferred watching me spill on her. Reaching over her head, I pulled a few tissues from the Kleenex box and handed them to her so she could clean up the mess I made on her body. While she wiped, I began getting dressed. I could tell by the look on her face, she wanted more than I was willing to give.
I didn’t know why I continued to put myself through this, but once again, I explained to her my position. “I have a long day tomorrow and you know this thing between us will be nothing more than a release for me.”
“I get it, London. I just thought that maybe this one time you would hang around.”
~*~*~*~
After spending what seemed like an eternity explaining my position with Ginger, I was finally in my penthouse, in my own bed. Staring at the ceiling, thoughts began entering my mind. Even though I had no intention of settling down any time soon, there was one woman I just couldn’t stop thinking about. There was something different about Tessa. She was unlike any other woman I ever came across. Never had a woman consumed my thoughts as much as she did, to the point that it was driving me insane.
I pushed from my bed as lying here was doing me no good and I had to do something to get my mind off her. Slipping on my shorts, I decided there was nothing like a good workout to do just that. As I headed to my gym, I could hear the faint sound of my cell ringing in my bedroom. Stopping in my tracks, I backed up and headed back to my room.
When I picked up my phone, the number was one that I didn’t recognize. Something in my gut told me to answer it instead of letting it go to voicemail. Swiping the screen, I greeted the caller as, “London,” only because I loved the way it sounded.
“Mr. London. I need your help.”
The minute her words left her mouth, there was no mistaking who it was. “Tessa, what’s going on?” I asked, wondering in the back of my mind how she managed to get my number.
“I can’t do this anymore! Can you please come and get me? I’m just outside the gates at Mr. Colin’s place. Hiding,” she said as I heard the fear in her voice.
“I’m on my way. Hang tight.”
“Please hurry.”
Hanging up, I stuffed my phone in my shorts, grabbed a jacket, and headed out the door. I wasn’t sure what would be in store for me once I arrived at Colin’s place, but one thing was certain, it couldn’t have been good if Tessa was calling for help.