“Tracy!” he exclaimed, his excitement perceivable even over the phone.
“I’m glad you’ve done what I asked. If it all turns out okay, then I’ll be arriving at your house at seven,” she said, with authority in her voice.
“That sounds marvelous, I…”
“I also want you to be dressed to kill,” she cut him off. “If I’m not impressed, I’ll walk right out the door and we can try this again a different night.”
“Tracy, I always dress to impress,” he said.
“Good! I’ll see you then!” She hung up before he had a chance to respond.
***
Tracy checked her computer when she got home. She figured that since Mr. Hayes was going to get what he wanted, her computer was probably okay to use now. Sure enough, every credit card bill was paid off. Her student loans remained, but the payments on those would be manageable with a clean credit slate. She looked at the clock and saw that it was three o’clock already. She had best not keep the billionaire waiting.
She got in the shower, and again was dizzy with happiness by the fact that her debt problems were over. She began to think of how much she had enjoyed this, and slowly, she began to move the shower head down. When the water hit her clit, her mouth opened in wordless pleasure.
She thought of Mr. Hayes, touching her, kissing her, his desire palpable. She had resisted him for so long, longer than she had thought possible, but she had done it. All her hard work had paid off, and tonight, she was in for the sexual experience of her lifetime. She came hard, legs buckling a little with the force of it…
At 7:04 she drove up to Mr. Hayes’ house. It seemed almost silly to drive her beaten up car to such a nice mansion, but she knew she’d need a ride home in the morning, and didn’t want to rely on Mr. Hayes if things went sour. She checked her makeup in the rearview mirror quickly before walking up to the door. She wore black high heels, and knew that her feet would be sore by the end of the evening. It would be worth it, when she thought of how well they went with her dress.
It was a simple black dress, with an open back that she knew would drive Mr. Hayes wild. She had decided at the last minute not to wear a bra or panties, just in case an opportunity presented itself for her to tease him a little more. The butler showed her in, smile on his face as he remembered the last time she had entered this house. Still, even at his advanced age, he checked her out from head to toe. She knew she’d be getting a lot of this kind of attention tonight.#p#分页标题#e#
The butler showed her to Mr. Hayes’ office. He was dressed in his tuxedo already, and was on what appeared to be a conference call. A British person was laying out some kind of proposal on the phone. When Tracy walked in, in her little black dress, Mr. Hayes looked her over. His eyes seemed to bulge and he smiled and shook his head. “You look better every time I see you, I don’t know how you do it.” She blushed, and he stared her over for a few more moments, ignoring the telephone, before hitting another button on his phone.
“Jack, I’m going to need you to take over from here,” he barked.
“Yes, sir!” The man on the other end of the phone seemed too eager. “What should I do about the acquisition, sir?”
“I’m on the fence, but do your research and make a decision. That’s what I fucking pay you for after all. Send me an email with all the relevant information, and don’t wait until morning to do it,” he snarled.
“Yes sir.”
Mr. Hayes hung up the phone and looked at Tracy. “Sometimes I feel like it’d be better if I just cloned myself a few times to get this work done.”
Tracy smiled. “I know what you feel like. Sometimes I feel like I should clone myself, but as a man, so I’d have a man who pleased me and a man that I could please.”
At Tracy’s use of the word “pleased”, Mr. Hayes stiffened. He looked like he wanted to fuck her right then, but he managed to restrain himself. When he stood up, Tracy could see that he really was dressed to impress, with a designer black tuxedo, a long silk tie, cleanly shaven, the whole nine yards. Tracy smiled again when she thought of how tonight was going to go. Mr. Hayes showed Tracy to his car and off they went.
Dinner was beautiful, and the restaurant definitely lived up to its reputation. Mr. Hayes didn’t try to order for her, and was a perfect gentleman to her the entire evening. She ordered the most expensive thing off the menu and a white wine that cost $300. He had simply smiled and ordered a bottle of red to match.
At times, she felt like he acted like a smitten young teenage boy, and others he acted like he had the confidence to do whatever he wanted. It was a very endearing trait, and she found herself liking him more and more, even seeing how he treated other people. He was never rude, but just less than polite, as if whomever he was speaking to was just a little slow in the head. He made sure that they knew he was superior, that he was in charge.